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'Bris-meister'...? More Zane-isms. Great. Brisa landed a final hit on the dummy, and composed herself. "It's Brisa. What's this technique you need to work on?"

Not long after she sent out her first group messages, Brisa received a direct message from Zane. Not her first choice of companion for the day, but she could use some low-stakes combat to loosen up, so she shot back a reply. [Brisket > Red Velvet]: Yes. I will be at the colosseum shortly. She...

Brisa found a cafe to rest at and composed a series of messages with care, acutely aware that she'd been entirely incommunicado by text message or by telepathy for most of the time the posse had been on Cibus. That would not have given her too sociable an appearance. [Brisket > Team Spectrum]...

'Good at reading people'. The guy thought she was propositioning him a minute ago, and now he was making ill-informed judgments about her Shadows. Thousands of years of life didn't make a mon much of a sage, apparently. Brisa let Bahamut leave without her, and summoned her badge to float in...

"Little effort," she repeated, dully. "You make it sound like it was a convenience you were entitled to, to break into people's heads and read 'em like a book. What gives you the right?" The anger boiling in her gut wasn't new. She knew how to keep it down. So she did. What gives you the...

Brisa cocked her head, and tried to process Bahamut's assumption that a luxray wouldn't have the penetrating vision they were named for. You may as well question if a charmander's tail flame was a trait that would carry over to this world. "We'll see," she replied, not considering it worthwhile...

Brisa's face screwed up in an unprecedented, painful degree of confusion. "I don't know where your mind is at, but my tastes don't include fellas. Or mon of your temperament, no offence." She shook her head free of a disturbing mental image. "Luxray can see certain things, including bone and...

A ruthless attacking style would come in handy, as far as Brisa was concerned, but she wasn't about to argue the point. "Well, I know a few ranged moves I can hone, but it's not what this body is naturally proficient at. Ah, maybe if I have some good fortune, I'll develop a Radiant move that...

Brisa shrugged, and took a moment to make her own order, taking a few different popular cuts to keep at the dorms, before catching up with Bahamut. "Tankin' hits and supportin' the team's a vital role," she told him. "We need you in that role, and you should be doin' somethin' you're...

"Sounds like a world in decline. Battling is what pokémon do," replied Brisa, without hesitation. "And if everyone who can fight is servin' in the military and the like, what's to stop to stop the state havin' a monopoly on the use of force? Ordinary folks oughta be able to defend themselves."...

"Yeah? What was so bad about it? Surf 'n' Turf not great opponents, the crowds, or...? She sniffed about for some decent pickings for herself while she waited for Bahamut to be served. Not that the food they generally had in Cibus wasn't excellent, but she could do with something more familiar...

(A... fence? Okay. It probably made more sense in person.) Brisa listened and nodded. "I see. Well in that case, my intuition says she and her crew are offworlders like ourselves. The more we see of our enemies and allies here, the more it feels like there are several factions involved, rather...

...the really irritating thing about Cibus was that everything was so fuckin' weird that it was impossible to hold confident scepticism about something said in a deadpan by someone as po-faced as Bahamut. Perhaps framing bizarre events in this way was his bizarre sense of humour? Or... a test of...

Brisa shrugged, and set off in the direction of food-scent. "Might be a schema you've picked up about felines. Not too partial myself. Still, I'll keep my nose up for liver and dairy, if they even have that stuff in this world." The six limbs thing was odd. Brisa was sure Bahamut looked...

That's right, Bahamut was new to food as a concept. Brisa couldn't imagine what it was like to get used to something like that after countless years of existing without it. "Y'know, if you're tryin' out ordinary food for the first time, you might want to find someplace that serves mixed tapas...

"I'm more alright than you're likely expectin'," said Brisa, sincerely. "I've already had the tough conversations I needed to. Most of them, at least." Brisa drew a long breath with her mouth ajar, scenting for food. "There are food venues in this direction, incidentally."

Brisa headed out of the Guild and over to the crossroads with her badge finally in place on her bandana instead of tucked away in her satchel. It turned out she had a lot of missed messages to catch up on. Bahamut was easy to find, given his size and luminosity, and she gave him a small wave...

[Brisket > Sourdough]: Honoured Sir, I trust that though we have interacted but little to date, that you will accept my companionship in your exploration of our new and common civic home, and- Brisa frowned. This wasn't the sort of tone anyone else was using in their messages. This clearly...

"It's paté, it's meant to be cold!" she said, with a dry chuckle. Brisa let the heaviness—and tenderness—of the previous moment pass from her mind with relief as she went back to the hamper. If Curio needed to talk about that other stuff, they'd have plenty of opportunities to come. Why not...

Curio tightening her embrace was the cue Brisa needed to hold the hug for as long as her friend needed it. She felt a twinge of guilt as she began to enjoy the contact for herself instead of purely to comfort Curio, but... that wasn't wrong, right? It was okay to enjoy this. She waited until...