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Brisa shrugged. She guessed not. Starr did seem... fine with her, now. More or less. The teasing... was a good sign, wasn't it? Brisa smiled drily. "I am law enforcement. The tricky part is rangers are supposed to be registered with the Union, and they won't send me a partner without a sponsor...

Seven LC reviews I forgot to log, holy shit. Easily over 100w per review. Gonna buy some items. - Tiny Reviver - 3 Elixirs - Oran Berry - Protect Orb - Invisify Orb - Escape Orb - 2 Quick Seeds - 4 Iron Thorns Gonna make some actions. Turn 1: Double Dip those Quick Seeds. Turn 2: (Tentative...

Brisa opened her mouth to object, but there wasn't actually anything she could argue with. She.. was pretty smart. "Yeah. It was Radiance. There have been a slew of other incidents without Radiance, though." Dave frowned at her over his drink. "Okay, so what happened there?" "Well, for...

Brisa shrugged and nodded vaguely at each point Dave made. Yeah, pokémon fought. Yeah, she wouldn't have killed Cathy. Yeah, she was just riling Jesse up. “Yes, Brisa!” he shouted, voice breaking as he said her name. "You’re stronger than other pokémon. You must realise that. You’re fucking...

Brisa took a minute to reply, nursing her drink and considering what her actual take was on this. She was so used to just... believing that stuff. But nobody who'd found out about it had thought anything but that it was fucked up. Why was that? Why was that so obvious for them... and not for...

So, Dave was up for a drink after all. Brisa took a second to reply, surprised. "I figured we'd talk about somethin' like your life or how y'been keepin', not... him. But, uh. I'll tell ya if you wanna hear it. Then maybe the other stuff, to end on a sweeter note." She took rather more than a...

"Be seein' ya, Owen," said Brisa, with a sigh. "Don't you worry about me. Just meet me in the trainin' rooms later and thump the shit outta me if you wanna help." She grinned darkly. "If ya can, that is." As Owen left, she slumped down with a sigh and rubbed her face with her paws. "Goddamnit...

Brisa shrugged, her gaze shifting from place to place distractedly. "It's... There's, y'know, context. Complicatin' things. Like, the Ranger Union won't send out anyone else to take over just 'cause I'm sick of my duties. And I ain't gonna find another job in a shake of my tail. And... And...

Brisa shook her head. "That is, in fact, exactly what folks expect of me back home." She laughed. It wasn't a pleasant sound. "It has been for four goddamn years."

Brisa shook her head slightly. "We need the combat advantage. It's my responsibility to be as strong as possible. If I do anythin' less than give it my all, and we fail 'cause of those choices, then that's a dereliction of duty. Cibus may not be my jurisdiction, but it is under my protection."...

Brisa nodded dumbly. Fucking hell. Everything had been going so well. "It's important," she mumbled, aware of some scrutiny or disapproval in Dave's eyes. "I- it's important."

"Psychic." Brisa looked away, her eyes trying to escape the thought her mind could not. "Can they. Uh." She swallowed. "Can they read your mind. Talk in your head. Get at yer memories. Shit like that."

Brisa stiffened. "Yeah, I never felt too comfortable with shades myself, after what I saw happen to Turf." She cut herself off before she could say the next, unhelpful, thing on her mind. "So, they... help you out? They... bond to you, or somethin'? I suppose we could use any advantage we can...

"By the way," Brisa asked, eyeing the stone balanced on Owen's head. "I've been meaning to ask about those fancy rocks of yers. They're a piece of all this I've not got caught up on, I just... It always felt weird askin' folks about it. But I'm tryin' to ease up. So. Wanna tell me what the deal is?"

Brisa nodded. "For what it's worth, whatever summoned humans to protect my home world... I've been told that that entity wasn't exactly paws-on, either. I figure that'd be my Voice of Life. Fuckin' thing summoned my Pa, so I got them to thank for my bein' around, I guess."

Brisa made a face. "I had to cut my conversation with Buffet short 'cause Diyem didn't want me accidentally clueing the fella into his true identity. But from what I can tell, a Voice of Life is the collective will of all livin' things in a world. And 'Buffet' was an amiable, generous sort of...

Brisa gave one of her dry chuckles. "Gods, I keep skippin' out on the group meetings 'cause I can't stand crowds, and then I wonder why I'm not up to date and have to pick up on things by eavesdroppin'. Fuck. Right, here, take my badge. The, uh, 'bold' bits are the broad strokes, anythin'...

"How do you do, Dave?" She smiled sheepishly. "I know we ain't talked much since our first day. I'm, uh. Tryin' to work on my people skills." She gestured to her badge. "I've just been takin' notes on everythin' I know about our mission and situation here, with a view to puttin' the pieces...

A meaningful glance. Leaving immediately. God Squad knew more than they were letting on. Brisa found a seat in the lobby to put her thoughts together, her tail tuft sweeping across the floor in regular patterns as she tried to keep information together in her head. There were multiple dark...

A daughter, huh? Maybe Cuicatl wasn't so young. Or perhaps she was, and her troubles were tied up in that. She wouldn't be the first gal. "Ah, I see. Don't know what that's like, can't imagine I'll ever have kids of my own," Brisa remarked, feeling odd as she disclosed something she'd not said...