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"Yeah, that figures. But you're here anyway..." There was a weird look in Jesse's face. More earnest, hopeful, than she remembered him ever being. It faded so fast, Brisa found herself wondering if she'd imagined it. It was frustrating to realise, but he'd only ever been difficult, hadn't he...

Brisa watched the two of them with apprehension. "I wasn't sure what to expect when I came here. I needed someone I trust to come with me." "Right," said Jesse, slowly. "Pleasure t'meet ya, David. I'd offer you a drink, but I suspect our bodies ain't all that real right now. So. Why don't you...

Brisa found her voice. "No, this ain't a dream, Pa. I don't fully understand it myself, but this is kinda like a... a constructed environment fer our spirits, made from yer unconscious mind or somethin'. It... it doesn't matter how. The point is, I came here to... to speak with you." Jesse...

Luz cocked her head. "Howdy, Blade," she said. "We ain't met yet, but I'm Luz. One of yer fella's spawn. Not sure exactly how to take yer meanin', but I'm guessin' ya don't have it on faith that Team Spectrum are genuinely well-intentioned. That's fine an' all, but the way things've been goin'...

It had been quite the flight from the Guild. Luz let Icetales approach Maple first. She wasn't sure another shade was the best person to help first thing. Maybe once she'd calmed down. Instead, Luz put herself in front of Joule. Or Millijoule, as she was starting to think of him. "Howdy...

She scratched her chin with a massive paw, and eyed the exit where 'Millijoule' had gone. Time to see if Luz could lend a paw with Maple's crisis at all...

Very interested in Luz talking to Maple and/or Millijoule. Fairly interested in the other three, but we'll have to see how it goes.

Luz had watched the exchange attentively, fascinated by who and what Joule—mini Joule? Millijoule?—was, and how people reacted to him. What would his first impression be of her? But then Maple ran out, and the situation became very much not about Luz.

Luz drew closer. She had an intuition about what, exactly, was about to happen. Surely the emerging shade would take the appearance and persona of their sire. Her sire. She'd been in Joule's presence before, but it wasn't something she remembered. While this would not be quite the same...

Grieving a loved one who you feared may be dead was an alien concept to Luz. With empathy out of reach, she tried for sympathy and support. "Hey, this is a scary thing to find, but we don't yet know it means what yer afeared of. I doubt he's gone, it makes no sense fer that Giovanni fella to do...

Luz staggered to her feet and looked herself over, wincing. The escape had been a bit of a tumble, sure, but that burning sensation— "Did someone... attack me?" she asked aloud, unsure. She'd been hit by attacks in battle before, of course, but there was something deeply caustic about whatever...

"Let's leave this clown in the dust!" cried Luz, as she took the opportunity to seize the nearest important looking object and flee. The temptation to poke that ridiculous blaggard in the eyes was simply enormous, but Luz knew better than to go tempting fate. Better to make the soundest...

Luz counted off a pawful of reasons in favour, respectively, of collecting all the crystal parts versus following the posse into the large room. She decided on a compromise, taking the smallest crystal piece in a flash and hurrying back out to accompany her allies for a potential scuffle.

"Hey, hey, y'all. Don't we know of a marowak who'd think t'come here and sort this out? Most experienced hero in the known world?" Luz spread her arms wide. "If Bone came here, with or without her team, she coulda got in trouble! Wouldn't be the first time Cibus heroes have done somethin' to...

Luz sauntered around the hideout, fascinated. This was all totally unconceived of in Brisa's world, and though she'd been born to Cibus, all her memories were of a world where technology was a long way behind it... "What I wanna know is, do these folks have a reliable means of gettin' back 'n'...

Luz strolled amongst the group and alternated between scanning their surroundings and people-watching. That Darkwhite was a wild piece of entertainment, to be sure. This wasn't just a serious scouting mission, but an opportunity to see for herself how members of the posse acted in this sort of...

Luz shrugged. "Reckon I understood you just fine. Just not seein' how somethin' as sophisticated as an artificial Dark Matter can be accredited to involuntary actions by a mindless hungerin' beast. Not to mention... that mewtwo fella, Silver's pa, has control of Joule. That's a means of...

Luz grinned to herself. This guy's takes were brilliantly entertaining. She wondered what Brisa would have to say about them, then realised she already pretty much knew. Bahamut has it in his head that everythin' that happens is somehow his fuckin' responsibility, and therefore his fuckin'...

Luz nodded, took her notes, asked a couple of clarifying questions. "Alright. Here's where I'm at now. You've had longer to think about these critters than anyone on the posse, you've had the most opportunity to put the pieces together. The way I hear it, you've even encountered an instance of...

"I have some petty telekinesis apparently?? But I can't read anyone's fuckin' mind and I can't just shoot the goddamn machines to smithereens with my wands." Jesse seethed under his breath for a few seconds, then addressed the assembled pokémon. "I fuckin' hate this! There are too many goddamn...