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Brisa hadn't felt this much like herself since Veritas City. The body and the mind were interconnected, so they said. Her ranger persona took over: they were laughably outclassed, but Darkwhite might yet prove a sufficient distraction; they should make an abrupt retreat. Ranger Escarpa pushed...

This motherfucker was a human who'd become a psychic goddamn pokémon. Gods. Salt and sand and spit. This was too fucking much. Brisa's mind went hot with anger as she first saw Starr sent flying by psychic power, then felt the mewtwo's remote grip around her throat. Go on. Snap my fucking neck...

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"Starr!" Brisa's eyes lit up with brilliance as she targeted the mewtwo with a Radiant Arrest, and her fur glowed and sparked as she set off in pursuit of Starr with a Wild Charge. She wasn't about to let her friend go up against this creep without help.

Oh, fuck. Whoever this was... that rawness in Starr's voice? It showed the kind of dread that could only be inspired by an enemy you knew far, far too well. She didn't know who this mon was, but she knew what he was. Her enemy, too. Brisa put herself between Starr and the aberrant mewtwo...

Brisa saw Starr go down, and in the however-long they had before Maple, Joule or some other fool broke the standoff, she ran quietly to her friend's side, scarcely daring to breathe. Every knockout blow seemed lethal at the level of power they were wielding. "Starr?" she hissed between her...

The Reverse World. The place that had nearly killed Brisa. The difference was, this time she had her allies, a purpose, and a fancy pet rock. She'd named hers 'Luz'. It meant 'light'. Well, she'd survived it then, and she'd survive this. Even if there was a pair of creatures outside creation as...

You're a good kid. Brisa gripped Dave's paw and shook it firmly. A ranger's shake. "Another drink sounds good to me, as does the ass-kickin'. Let me know if you ever want one yerself, I'll be in the colosseum any time." You're a good kid. "Be seein' ya, Dave. And thank you." She headed out...

Brisa nodded. "I appreciate it. I'll ah, head there shortly, see about gettin' my paws on one of those critters. I can't say I fancy havin' another drink right now after that, uh... outburst." She proffered a paw to shake. "I can't say I'm delighted with givin' myself a nightmare of a...

Brisa's Turn 6: Wild Charge on the Blacklight Dragon. Wild Charge on the Blacklight Dragon. Wild Charge on the Blacklight Dragon.

"I'd pay to see that," said Brisa, with a sigh of catharsis. It was true. Poochyena Dave yelling at the legendary Jesse Stranger sounded like a sight to see. Too bad it couldn't ever happen. She listened to Dave talk about shades, and while the creeping dread of mental linking was still there...

Brisa grit her teeth. "You ain't fuckin' wrong. Gods, at this point, I actually would." She covered her eyes with her dumb oversized shinx paws and sighed. "Talking to that guy was always just hard fuckin' work. ...thank you for actually listenin' to me. I appreciate it."

Brisa shook her head, feeling numb. "Nah. Is that somethin' people do where you're from? 'Cause if so, I don't intend to visit." She chuckled bitterly. "No. Jesse didn't fuckin' know. It makes sense, y'see? He didn't know. Nobody told him that was how carnivores made their move, and rather...

The stakes just kept climbing higher and higher, huh. Where was this mission going to go, now that they were fighting the avatars of forces beyond mortal reckoning? It didn't matter in this moment. Brisa merely fought. And she fought like a bolt of furious lightning, summoning electrical power...

Brisa got the feeling Dave was seizing on something she didn't understand. Why did it matter whether she liked gals or guys? The thing was that she'd liked Cathy. And she'd forgotten. "...yeah. Yeah I like gals. 'Specially tough gals. Not so much fellas. Never met a fella who I'd care to...

What? Her memories... were any missing? How would she know? Would she- Did she actually feel some kind of way about Cathy? (Did Cathy feel the same kind of way about her?) She'd always thought it had been a mistake, a lapse in judgment, but- gods, what- There was too much to deal with in her...

Brisa shot Dave a sideways glance. "Weren't you listenin'? I said I was bein' irresponsible. What are you gettin' at? You think I was... flirtin' with her?" That was ridiculous. Right? The whole point was that her sparring had been much too intense, that she was careless with her strength, that...

"No, of course not," said Brisa, a terse ranger again for a moment. "I'd never do Cathy any harm." The familiar explanation leapt to her tongue, Jesse's words emerging from Brisa's mouth. "I was irresponsible, careless with my strength around people's lives. Throat-holds are dirty fightin'...

Turn 3: Move to the front row, Thunder Cage again on Dialga, then hit him with Shadow Maul. Then go into Stamina Jail.

Brisa chuckled. Fair enough. Maybe they were. Still didn't seem right to assume everyone else was terrible and it was her, the violent half-feral, who was the problem. But sure. "I... guess? I never found out what she thought of what happened. I'm not... I'm not sure what-" Brisa remembered...