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Brisa—! "The fuck d'you have to do with my kid?" snarled Jesse. "Did you hurt Brisa? Is she safe?" Don't get mad. Don't get scared. Stay focused. Gotta find a way out of this situation. Gotta get home.

"You're gonna win," called Brisa. "Don't ya wanna see it through? Come on! Folks hardly ever beat me, let me lose for once! I won't yield!" She rushed forwards, stronger than she looked because of the arclight burn running over her pelt, going for as many Facade attacks as she could before...

The growl in Jesse's throat kept rising. "Fuckin' get him to report in, then," he snapped. Jesse's paws twitched, a prickling numbness was spreading over his body, and he clenched his jaw. Fucking bastards. He looked over at the oshawott breathing heavily over in a corner. At least anger was...

Brisa growled. Sure, a battle was a way to let loose a little, but that wasn't why she fought. She could go running, or train solo, if that was all that mattered. Gods knew she did that all the time. "Battlin' is what I do! It's how pokémon grow stronger, how we come to understand one another...

"Special Agent Squirt is fuckin' dead," snarled Jesse in the direction of the device. "You placed a child in a room full of strangers and a murderer, and now his spiritual essence is, and I quote, 'eviscerated'. Fuck you, you incompetent, negligent motherfuckers."

"Sweetheart, this might just be the strangest flirtin' I ever received. But if'n you're serious, get it over with and we'll find out how ya know me." Jesse eyed the budding drama surrounding Squirt's loose items of clothing with a raised brow, and very quickly put several pieces of information...

Jesse shooed away the little shit nipping at his ear. "Darlin', I'm flattered, but I'm a married man," he quipped. "Anyone here familiar with these doohickeys?" he asked, hopefully. Maybe someone would set the damn thing up, see what came of it.

So the kid was no ordinary squirtle. And... a deity was present. And this was a simulation to investigate a transdimensional murder. Or else a fever dream, that was still looking pretty likely. Well clearly the fucking palkia was the obvious suspect. It wasn't as if Jesse could go around...

Brisa circled Pepper carefully, seeking an opening past her vigilant stare. "Yeah, though back home my name means 'breeze', for the mountain winds. You can't slow me down enough to win, Pepper!" She was playing it up for the crowd, at Luz's suggestion. As she fought, she felt the barest...

So, her brief caging of Rayquaza was public knowledge now? Brisa wasn't sure how to take that, but Luz was fucking thrilled, judging by her wild whooping. "Howdy, Pepper! I'm ready to see you at full strength, ma'am! Don't you hold back, now!" Brisa's fur crackled with power as she prepared to...

Brisa's mane crackled with agitation as she loped into the arena. She needed to burn off some energy before she could even consider going through with this hypothetical meeting with her father. Even if it couldn't actually happen, she'd gotten way too worked up from staring down a god and all...

Reviewed Nebby, was a BLEC fulfilment. Also, wrote 500 words of one scene, and spent a couple hours editing a different chapter, and have spent an absolute fuckton of time on art, like hours and hours. Jeez.

Jesse returned with some bottles of spirits, in which he was already making a dent. Fuck, that was better. "So," he said to the room in general. "Guess we got ourselves a fuckin' party to have. Howdy y'all, I'm Jesse, and maybe the rest of you fine people have similarly scarce supposition to...

"I'm sick of having so little information," snarled Brisa. "We oughta be able to reason with each other based on what we know to be true. I'll be rectifyin' that as best I can in days to come. But in the meantime, y'can count me in fer this rematch. I'll take on anyone in a friendly challenge...

Brisa scowled. "We've stood up to one threat after another and won every single time. We've saved innocents, we've helped purify victims, we've... we've even made friends here. We'll keep doin' that, whatever anyone has to say about it." Luz beamed ear-to-ear. This was what she liked to hear.

Well, that all fucking tracked well enough, and the upside of this fucking situation was maybe Jesse would actually get to enjoy himself for five minutes if he could turn his fucking brain off long enough. Drinks would help with that. Maybe if he couldn't read minds here, he also wouldn't...

Brissa scoffed. "Well I sure ain't gonna kill myself or let anyone do me in, just in case Shield is right and Team Spectrum are a liability. Honestly, if Diyem could control us, he oughta have controlled Zane during our first week to save him damagin' our fuckin' reputation so badly with that...

Jesse blinked at the kid's formal and articulate rejection of that psychic motherfucker's bad vibes. Sounded like terms and conditions, fuckin' lawyer-speak. Gods. What the fuck. Who was this fucking kid? "Parties, huh? Uh, I don't really go to parties so much, kid. I don't rightly know why...

Okay, time to start asking questions. And try not to swear in front of the kid. How old was the little fucker, anyway? Like, ten? Ten years old? He didn't fucking know, gods. "Okay, Squirt. So this Committee, they have some kinda particular interest in you, huh. How come they're goin' to the...

What the complete and utter fuck was this. Jesse looked around the whole of the mountain, pacing from location to location in the blink of an eye, his whole body a furious scowl of discontent. His body... he was still a delphox, even though there were humans on that television and some kind of...