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Beta read a thing for @Tanuki , too! It's called Your Friends Are In the Walls, in case he shares it here.

Crawl Logging Did Johto's latest challenge. Also, I wrote 3283 words recently for that oneshot comp I ran and forgot to log them, and I also read twelve fuckin' oneshots if that helps. Mechanical I'd like to purchase Haste I and its prereqs, and give Brisa's +1 radiant boost to status, on...

Day 1: a fic you liked when you were younger. I was actually gonna share No Antidote but @kintsugi beat me to it, and I don't feel I can say enough that she didn't already! So instead I'm sharing Pokémon Ultimatum, which is one of the first fics I can remember reading. It's been revised and...

The relief and catharsis of a real fight with Starr, finally, was almost enough to dull Brisa's anger. But not entirely. The tactical part of her mind came to life in a scattered sparking, barely-used of late. She wouldn't be given the opportunity to wail on Starr unhindered, so she'd need to...

It was like only the two of them were real. Brisa made a sound that was somewhere between the word "alright!" and a battlecry. This was too personal for a shock. This warranted teeth. She charged forward, unheeding of her tired body, her living lightning at her mouth.

No, no, salt and sand, don't get to this point and back away from a fucking fight again. Gods. She needed to fight Starr more than she needed to fucking eat or sleep or breathe just please no more of this stalling bullshit! Fuck the apology. Brisa would give Starr an apology when she'd bitten...

Starr couldn't even look her in the eye. And she was the one hiding? Brisa was the one who'd wanted this fucking meeting in the first place! "I'm hidin' from nothin'," Brisa spat. "If you'd fought me back at the Bluff, or hell, on our first day? We'd be square by now. But no. Instead we gotta...

Starr with Curio. Starr had helped Curio? But Curio still hadn't talked to Brisa. What had they said to each other. Her vision closed in and the chatter of the world outside seemed to hush itself to make room for the droning in Brisa's head. Starr had comforted Curio, and things still weren't...

What did she know about Starr? She'd put down Cynthian as a 'snivelling coward' and fought over it rather than apologise. Played loose with Turf's life when they still knew nothing about shades and would've fought Brisa rather than apologise. And now Starr was condescending to lecture Brisa...

'Stupid.' This gal really didn't get it, huh? "That sure ain't how I see it," she said, staring Starr in the eye. As she did, all thought of her apology burned away, as her hackles started to rise. "I hurt Curio, goddamnit. I hurt her bad. Because I lost control. Because I'm..." Brisa made a...

She knew about Curio. Not just the explosion, the Radiant Arrest. How the fuck did she know that? Did Astrid tell her? Did Curio? Who else knew? "What? Beating- yeah of course this is about that. Do you even know what I did? How it happened?" Gods, what if everyone knew? They'd... they'd...

Brisa almost balked at the hostile tone, but... it was hardly the most aggravating thing Starr could have said. That, and she'd spent long enough psyching up already. Here went nothing. "Yeah, well… I was hopin' you'd turn up if I hung around. I've had somethin' on my mind for a minute...

Morning, Day 20. Fixing things with Starr. That surely couldn't be so hard, could it? Nearly a week since her fuck-up. Four days since she'd seen Curio. Two since that conversation with Astrid. The dojo had been repaired, well enough, but there was still no sign of repairs on her friendship...

Brisa snorted. "Alright. You're then plainest speaker I ever met, but I appreciate your candour." Her heart rate was still elevated and she still smelled of fear. She was still feeling bruised, physically and emotionally. But still, some of the worries pressing at her mind had been answered, at...

She winced. Then she let out a long breath. Gingerly, haltingly, Brisa's tail resumed tracing her mnemonic spirals. "Y'know, at first I thought I was here because of my parents. Then, I figured maybe we were all picked because we had it in us to volunteer. Then I wondered if maybe it had to do...

Brisa scoffed. "So you scoured a score of goddamn worlds, and this is the best you can muster? I've been tryin' to see the best in the posse, and there are some... some really special people, sure, but even you can admit you got some duds. Are you really not gonna dip back in for better...

Brisa nodded. "I figure it's more subtle for the locals cause they got regular bodies. I'm feelin' pretty fuckin' bad about overdosin' on radiance the first minute I got it, and I'm just hopin' it doesn't mess up the others too bad..." She shook her head again. Gods' dung, she couldn't be...

"Then that's good enough for me," said Brisa, considering the matter settled. "I won't push this thing about Buffet. I don't intend to compromise the mission just so I can put the screws to my father." Ugh, time to stop thinking about Jesse. Fine, next question. "Diyem, I got a powerful...

Brisa chuckled, a real one this time. "Terror? Were you hopin' I'd wet m'self at the news that the ornery feller tryin' to save this world used to be a threat to another one? Nah. I figure you've had enough folks act like that around you already." So, Owen knew, and he'd asked about hugs? That...

Brisa thought on this with her eyes closed and her tail drawing scratching in the ground. "I get it," she said at last. "Folks don't tend to easily forgive bein' hurt or afeared." Deep breath. Try not to panic just because of the telepathy. It wasn't so bad. "So you're a bein' made of painful...