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"Hang on a minute," said Brisa, her mind sprinting. "Shield, there's a hell of a lot you ain't caught up with yet. The Mewtwo you're fightin' created an artificial Dark Matter some time ago, and we destroyed it in Shaymin Village, under orders of our Dark Matter. Then there's the issue of the...

Brisa shot Bahamut a sour look. "If that's true, I'm sure Buffet will corroborate your assessment, fella." Fuckin' dude was no less cavalier for bein' a cat-critter and not a great big fuckin' prism, huh. "You thought that was Dark Matter, right? And that yer Dark Matter was the same one who...

Brisa sighed. "Our posse's record is pretty patchy. We haven't done right by everyone since arrivin'. It's small wonder folks are still suspicious. But what's complicatin' things worst of all is how many factions and unknowns and goddamn uncertainties are still at hand. And that's without...

It was a strange thing indeed to be talking about such matters in Destiny Tower again so soon. "They're embarrassed," posited Brisa. "Losin' a fight against mortals, almost gettin' kidnapped, and bein' strung along by a fella not in possession of all the facts... It ain't a good look for...

"Sure do. I'd even give ya decent odds against me in a rematch." She gave Astrid a wry smirk. "'Course, you'd better take that chance while you can. I don't plan on slacking at the trainin' grounds." Those gleaming eyes. It meant that much to Astrid, just to be told she looked strong? She...

Oh, oh good, Astrid hadn't gotten the wrong idea. If she'd– Yeah. Good. "I'm sure it's right as rain," said Brisa, getting up to walk back. The weather was still idyllic. Still time for a pleasant meal. She gave Astrid another look up and down. "Congratulations, by the way. You look... You...

"Yeah. Guess I am. But that trick of yers was astoundin'... at least while it worked! Let's call it a draw?" Brisa shook herself a little drier, and looked back for a moment to their would-be picnic spot. They still had time for food. "Ready for a bite yet?" she asked Astrid, grinning. ...ah...

Astrid, Ninetales Astrid, was… stunning. In this form she had more power, and more beauty, than Brisa could have expected. Forget the race, all she wanted to do was look at– Astrid fell in the fucking river. Awe and joy could wait. So could the fucking race. Brisa dove in at once, knowing...

Brisa was looking sidelong at Astrid, all smiles, when the light came. No. Don’t you fucking explode on me from a friendly challenge! Don’t ruin this! But it wasn’t Radiance. It was something far more marvellous. “Astrid! Look at you, you’re evolving!”

Brisa's ears pricked at the sound of something crashing in the river. She looked to her side and– Huh. Well there was a sight to see. Astrid was… Brisa didn't know if there was a word for it. She was riding one of her Radiant Icebergs, surging along faster even than Brisa's current pace...

Brisa couldn’t resist a challenge. Her fur sparked into a full electrical blaze as she pushed ahead with a Wild Charge. You want me to be faster, Astrid? How’s this! “Come on, then! Give it all you got, partner!”

“Two... Three!” Brisa paced herself, knowing that Astrid was full of surprises and that she’d be wise to save some energy. Still, her new body—her old body, or near enough—had so much of her former power that keeping pace with Astrid felt easy, effortless. And fun. Brisa put her head back and...

“Only if yer prepared to lose again,” Brisa replied, already stretching her body in preparation for a good race. She ran plenty often, but a race was something she hadn’t done in a long while… Sparks flew off her mane as she shook her head loose. “First to tap a tree trunk wins, go on the...

Brisa grinned and shoved back, tension forgotten. “What can I say? I spend half my time trainin’ and suchlike. I’ll spar with you any time you fancy, of course. It was a pleasure.” Astrid hadn’t taken offence to her… mishap, but she hadn’t exactly reciprocated either. It was so hard to know...

...huh. Astrid took that surprisingly well. Maybe… maybe she was open to– Brisa couldn’t even finish the thought. She really needed to talk to someone about this. Someone who would actually understand. Who’d get it. But she wasn’t sure she even knew anyone who could and would give her the...

"Just… That's just how– It's nothin', just a stupid finishin' move I oughtn't to be usin', I… it was the Radiance, I just got carried away–" She was such a fucking bad liar. She could feel Astrid's scepticism. Fuck. "It might also be. How some folks… court other mon. Back where I'm from."...

Brisa let the more diplomatic types talk down Shield and his gaggle of offworld mon. They could handle that for her. She was in no condition to be dealing with such things right now. Yeah, you just can't deal with shit, can you? She was busy contending with the effects of using so much...

Brisa gingerly removed her jaws from Astrid’s throat, and felt her breath catch. “Yeah,” she said, quietly, afraid to make the situation worse. “You… you fought really well. It was a damn good fight. I’m impressed. Hope you’re, uh. Okay.” She looked away, feeling her ears burning so much that...

Astrid was going to freeze her. She’d paralysed Astrid. Everything depended on whether, when Brisa came to a stop, she was within biting distance of her friend or left open to ranged attacks. Even then, she could land a solid Thunder Cage… But she needed to make contact to be sure of a win. All...

Like hell was she gonna let Astrid set up unhindered. Brisa’s eyes caught fire with radiance as she hit Astrid with restraining bars of light, and then again as the vulpix, eyes wide, did her very best to weave out of the trap. Oh, she was good. Better than most. But Brisa wouldn’t let up until...