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As much as Brisa loved the roughlander-esque style of her ordinary fights with Owen, she had an appreciation for sophisticated battle styles, and she found herself watching him with as much interest as she did Icetales and his command of ice magic. She'd have to challenge him to a combat dance...

Brisa gave a satisfied nod, and took up a position offset from the 'battlefield' to observe. She was familiar with Owen's combat style by now, and eager to see how Icetales fared. Part of her ached to dive in and put her lightning to both of them at once; had it really been four days since she...

"Hey there, Owen," said Brisa, warmly. She'd not been fully ready to see her charmander friend after her cafe trip and prompt crash in the Guild clinic the previous day, but she vaguely recalled offering him an exhausted greeting. She was surprised but... profoundly glad to see his enthusiasm...

"Well I'm sure glad to hear that!" Brisa weighed up whether to use telepathy or her badge to contact Owen. On the one hand, telepathy reminded her of Jesse. On the other, she still hadn't worked out how to use her badge. She didn't really know why she kept putting it off, but she didn't much...

Brisa waved away the concern with a paw. "Nonsense. Training with a more experienced opponent is a great way for a mon to get stronger, or at least more confident! If you're willin' to give it a shot, I'll shoot him a message now. No worries, though, it's all good."

Brisa hadn't the faintest idea what incident this vulpix was describing, but it sure sounded like he was explaining in a longwinded fashion that he'd lost an argument with a powerful pokémon who'd spooked the group he was with. The kicker being that he'd made himself responsible for that group...

Brisa couldn't help but roll her eyes when she was sure the fox wouldn't see. This was definitely how Starr had felt. But at least she could give a go at handling the poor guy's feelings better than Starr had handled hers. "Doesn't sound like it was your responsibility. There's a reason there's...

Brisa huffed in both amiability and perplexity. "Maybe I'm just ridin' high off yesterday's safe return an' all, but I reckon an earnest, well-meanin' fella like you won't have lastin' trouble gettin' along with our common affiliates. What could you have done to engender so much resentment...

What a long fucking read ch28 was! Really enjoyed it. Here goes.

Brisa found herself grinning wryly. Yet another troubled fella, huh? Whatever it was, it probably wasn't as bad as what Starr was carrying. "Appreciate the thought, fella. But frankly, sharin' some stuff with the cosmos by way of hollerin' sounds like a celebration that's more my speed. You...

"Yeah, I'm on the posse, still gettin' to know everyone on it. 'Specially newcomers who I ain't had so much as a chance to meet yet." The poor fellow seemed sheepish. She'd figure out his deal, but maybe she could put him at his ease. She managed a small, dry smile. She'd been giving those out...

Since returning from the Reverse World and her cathartic lunchtime trip to the Cafe with Starr and Curio, Brisa had been ordered to strict bed rest. Naturally, she was instead up and about, eager to make a positive impression on newcomers to the posse and to show that she was still...

Here we go, with ch27!

Brisa nodded and tried to tame her ears and tail out of their fluster. "I'm... not... I don't know how this works," she said. Was it a friend thing? Did friends do this with each other? Starr was laughing, and in a good way. Curio was unphased, sporting a cheerful grin. Was this... okay? "I...

"Well, I've been livin' on my own away from folks for four years, I ain't had much opportunity to... to get, ah. Loved experience. Lived experience, I mean. Goddamnit." More brandy. "I've arrested every stripe of bandit, I hunt all my own meals, and I can hold my liquor. I'm a fuckin' adult...

"I've got a score of years, I'm probably older than you!" protested Brisa, going for her drink again and trying not to think of the logistical solution to Curio's kissing conundrum. Then she blushed harder at the realisation that Starr probably had kissed someone by now and that she had...

"I'm fine!" Brisa lied. "I'm not a romantic either," she lied, again. "That's why I'm so... surprised!" Spinda dropped off a bottle of brandy and a glass of ice, having come to understand Brisa's habits in recent days. She gladly poured herself a drink and got started. Ah. So much better...

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Wait, Starr was probably joking. Fuck. "Wait, I mean- fuck. Sorry. Fuck!" She hid behind her paws again and tried to not exist anymore. RIP Brisa Escarpa, 1999-2020

Brisa wrenched her paws from her burning face and tried to put on a grin over her intense embarrassment. "Yeah, more like, you would set somethin' on fire, 'cause, you're a fire type!" Oh gods, I think I'm a certifiable half-wit. She laughed nervously, and called over to Spinda: "Bartender...

Brisa's mind was going completely blank. What was the etiquette for this? She was way off-map. She didn't dare look at her friends' faces for fear of what their expressions might be. A tiny part of her wondered if she'd actually get a kiss if she went for it, but almost all of her was desperate...