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'Strike her down?' What was this yellowbellied beast thinking? Shut your trap! thought Brisa, hackles up. Time to try something... different. "Turf!" she cried. "You don't have to be a hero! We're not gonna make you do anythin' you don't care to!" She shot a glance at Starr, not knowing if...

Brisa froze, pain forgotten. ...what? Now Starr was here?? What—? Training and experience took over, and Brisa flanked Turf to target her with a surge of electric energy.

Fuck! Brisa leaped to push Celeste aside without hesitation — ...and left herself stood straight in the path of the dark bolt.

Shit. Diyem evidently didn't relay all her attempts at telepathy, it seemed. Diyem! she cried silently, casting her mind's voice to him in hopes of attracting his attention to something so critical as this. In lieu of telepathy she put a digit to her lips and gave Ashwood a pointed look. Shh!

Brisa bit back a flinch and thought fast. Nobody panic. she cast with her thoughts, expecting Diyem to translate for the others. Nobody say a thing. Let Celeste perform his Wish and hope for the best, but I got no doubt this gal won't take it too kindly if we tell her what we're seeing. She...

Brisa approached, on firmer ground with this topic. Terrifying threats were easier to handle than small talk. "We certainly shouldn't rule it out, but neither should we make rash assumptions. Have you found out anything else—" Oh, a local? Brisa was vaguely aware someone lived at the Bluff...

A week. That was all the bedrest Brisa could tolerate allowing herself after the gyarados fight. One week, and not a day more. It wasn't that it was a perpetual discomfort to be cooped up in the hidden quarters trying to avoid interacting with other folks... or it wasn't just that. It was that...

I love this kind of stuff! I've not taken the test on behalf of my characters (although it is the best test I've found) as I already know their colours, and indeed designed them with colours somewhat in mind! Here are the colours and some analysis for the four main protagonists of Different...

Brisa hung her head and gasped. Her body ached. Her fur was sodden. Her head was full of nothing but battle. But of course, they had won. She'd expected it, even as Sashimi had evolved. Even as party members had gone down. People were starting to talk, chattering about the battle and the...

Autobattle: Brisa should use Strike II when the party is capable of alpha striking Sashimi, or when Sashimi gets below 50%, whichever is sooner. (It'll be the 50% mark, I'm sure, but still.)

Holding back and taking mere pot shots had been the right move. With Sashimi evolved and enraged, she'd need to be taken down as quickly as possible. Brisa continued to hold all the electric energy she could, waiting for the moment to strike...

Autobattle: if all the frontliners somehow manage to forget to ping both karps, please cue a Strike II from Brisa on the unpinged karp. I stress that I will be very unhappy to have this happen overnight and wake up to discover this was necessary.

Brisa arrived in a state of vague anxiety after her encounter with the 'plague rat'. She looked about for the faces she knew — Curio, Starr, Cynthian, Dave. Everyone was here. Everyone was okay. She started charging up, her fur beginning to glow. She was the only electric type present, it was...

"Never skipped a meal before?" Brisa growled, her body flooded with adrenaline and irritated at the idea that the hunger of one pokémon in 30 could be enough to tip the balance of the fight out of their favour. It occurred to her Celeste had been joking. "Uh, keep an eye out for prey, just in...

Brisa glanced back to see Celeste still fleeing and unharmed. There was no sight or sound of the rattata. She slowed to a pace, but kept going. "Don't let up, and break into a run if there's any sign of that thing," she snarled. "It's not safe to hunt here."

"Run!" hissed Brisa, turning tail to sprint away from this monstrosity. There was nothing in her mind besides the thought of swift and expeditious retreat. She wasted no breath on shouts and cries. She only ran.

Brisa said nothing, and remained perfectly still. This was... a disturbing sight, but an opportunity to learn more about the afflictions of this world. Her whole body remained tense, ready to lunge for the paras or flee in a flash if need be.

Brisa nodded. "We have little to gain, and much to lose," she murmured. She watched the staraptor for a moment, considering the degree of intelligence perceptible in its eyes. "Diyem — can a creature such as this understand spoken language? Negotiate, perhaps?"

"Brisa. Likewise." She fell into an easy walking gait automatically, expecting to find small game soon enough. She'd have hunted alone, but another pair of eyes was always an asset.

Brisa entered the woods at a lope, eager to find something substantial before the fight. Someone had said she could eat the 'gummis' being made at the Dojo, but she didn't care to rely on novel food before an event like this. She was hardly into the trees before she saw him. "Absol." Brisa...