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Holy shit. Brisa grimaced. "Wait, you're tellin' me that motherfucker is yer own goddamn pa? No kiddin'. Ah, fuckin' salt and sand and spit, I can't even begin to imagine how I'd feel in yer position... Gods, what with him havin' that kinda power 'n' all." Wind and weather. She imagined Jesse...

"I thought it weren't the same shit, exactly? Not the same as from yer own world, I mean. That sonofabitch didn't seem to recognise you, right?" Brisa shook her mane to clear her head. This wasn't the heart of the issue, now, was it? "Even so, if it's weighin' on ya... You have a friendly ear...

Brisa nodded, and flicked her tail in thought. "That's more'n fair. I can't say as most folks, even in this world, wouldn't blink twice at the like of what you told me." 'Most folks'. Not Brisa. ...But, if the two of them hadn't been stuck together in that pit, if Brisa hadn't been tearing...

Brisa frowned, sipped at her drink. She was smart enough to know what Starr meant by that. "Anyone judgin' you fer yours? They oughtn’t to. I might not know exactly what yer history is, but I do know that even though it's dark, it ain't simple neither."

Brisa nodded, anxiety sloughing off her as the whiskey took to work and Starr complained about something comfortably unfamiliar. So long as Starr wasn't mad at her, Brisa found that the way she had of just streaming her frustration was easy to get caught up in. It was strangely... freeing...

Brisa nodded, her expression one of dust-dry amusement. "Yeah, all that stuff is wild t'me. Don't have nothin' like it on my world. I've caught up as best I can, but folks don't even seem to agree on whether Team Rocket is real, or fictional. A joke, or a serious threat. I'm told that 'mewtwo'...

Brisa nodded, and indicated their booth with a nod. She didn't have to wait long for the drinks, but it gave her long enough to start overthinking how to talk to Starr. This had been the way for... weeks, now. Maybe even since they'd gotten out of that pit. She wanted to be around Starr any time...

<><><><><> The X-Eye Cauldron wasn't exactly Brisa's usual haunt, particularly after the glass-throwing incident, but the management hadn't decided to ban her and it was the best nearby drinking space. And gods, but she needed a drink. She spotted a free booth and approached the bar. "Howdy...

Hello, everyone! First off, thanks to Kint for running the event. You did a great job, and are evidently an absolute machine and a credit to the community. Now, I have some words to share in the postmortem efforts. Originally I wanted to respond to everything in that way I have of taking...

"Sounds good t'me, partner!" replied Luz, heartily, still not letting on that she was incapable of getting sloshed. Not getting drunk didn't stop her having a good time, though. Kate was good company, she decided. The sneasel rogue was good news, and they sorely needed some good news after...

Luz shrugged. "All provided by regular merchants and the Guilds courtesy of God Squad's wallet. You should be able to get whatever ya want on their tab. I'll text you the particulars on strategy fer fights 'n' such if you'd care to read up on that when makin' yer purchasin' decisions." The...

Dogge. PLS DRAW MY POKESONA

Name: Jesse Stranger Species: Galarish Red Delphox (formerly human) Appearance: Personality: Abrasive, confrontational do-gooder who's certain he knows better than you. Reflexively feels responsible for everything and everyone, extremely cynical, absolute helicopter dad. Saved the world a couple...

"The food thing? No clue. There are folks from another world here all named after weapons, too. And a fella from another world still, and names from that place get translated as metals or somethin'. We ain't figured it out yet." Luz shrugged. "More about Brisa? Fair'nough." "Well, let's see,"...

Luz's smile didn't falter, but it did grow harder. "Bad trip. Could be." She leaned back in her seat and appraised Kate again, as she'd been doing since the sneasel had pulled herself from that crater. Had Diyem rescued her at cost to himself because he'd thought her sufficiently valuable as...

Luz kept up her smile, but something tugged at it just a little. All these folks with Hero's Auras, practically none of them willing to own it, damn near all of them shady or broken or full of painful secrets. Why was that, anyway? And how much more ironic could you get than Luz, eager to be a...

Luz listened attentively, nodding and adding the occasional "uhuh?" and "y'don't say?" to encourage the story along. This Kate lass really was something. Diyem had picked a good one this time, if she could be counted on to use that wit and boldness in the posse's best interest. "That's quite...

Jesse stiffened up, and turned his face away, but he didn't muster an objection. Duty over comfort, that was the mantra. But right now the group's morale was the most important thing to maintain, in the face of spiritual peril from experiments in spacetime. So he let them be near him, bodily, if...

Jesse bit his cheek sharply, but didn't stand or pull away. He reached out a paw and gave Gen a pat on the head. "Don't you worry about me, son. I'm just fine." He hadn't been fine in nearly a decade, but who was counting?

Jesse sighed. "You're the only one t'think so," he muttered to himself. "And sore mistaken."