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Brisa stammered for a second, then... she laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh, but a wild, lofty, broken sound. "Y'know, so would I. Fuck, it'd be worth it just for that. The chance to really put some splinters in his neck." She shook her head and tried to focus. Having the phantom image there...

She'd had the questions assembled in her mind for days. Plenty of time to think them over in her sickbed, tracing mnemonics with her tail. What were you so worried about when Buffet offered to speak with you? Do you know if there's some reason that the radiance-touched are just as lunatic--in...

Brisa prowled into the woods in search of no particular prey. Not that she could catch much with her body still so battered from the fight down at the beach. "Diyem?" she said aloud, unwilling to subvocalise what she intended to ask, even if she would only receive answers in goddamn telepathy...

She wasn't alone any more. It was a new idea for Brisa, one that felt too good to be true. But just for a few minutes, walking back to town propped up by her...—her friends, yes, her friends—Brisa actually believed it. They made it back up from the beach before too long, and although Brisa...

Brisa nearly defaulted to the terse, short reply she sometimes gave strangers, and indeed had given to a few local vendors and passersby. Human pa, feral ma, weird kid who don't fit in. Figures. But... Cabot was so earnest, and she'd opened up to a person at a time, here and there. Dave, Curio...

Oh, right. Yeah, she shoulda seen that comin'. "Ah, well, I," she started to say, then went quiet for a moment. What was there to say? Nothin', less she mentioned Gil. And Gil... Well. They weren't exactly close, yet. They counted as a friend, though, right? That weren't a lie. "I got this...

Lugia? Oh, like that Meringue fella. Must be a big 'un. "Glad to hear you're the sociable sort," said Brisa. "Gotta have a few of those in the posse, eh?"

Humans disappearing from the world. Malevolent pokémon. Ancient conflicts. Dead gods. Was every world so bleak? "Huh. Sounds heavy." Brisa paused, and adjusted herself against the support of the mon on either side of her. She was still hurting, but the catharsis and the thrill of physical...

Damn, an actually decent pick for the posse, thought Brisa. At least on the surface. There weren't so many of those, to be downright plain about it. "Huh. Good dishing," she remarked. Then, out of curiosity, "any humans in your life, transformed or otherwise? I'm findin' 'em to be quite the...

Empire, huh? 'Royal Navy.' Interesting. "So what kinda foes do you square up against? I never saw the ocean before we all came to this world, so I don't have much idea what fightin' is like at sea."

"Not a problem," Brisa replied, wincing a little all the same. "That was a good dustin'; I never saw ya comin'." Cabot was another fella she'd seen about plenty often enough in the past weeks without ever really talking to, too much. Since it sure seemed like folks from other worlds were raring...

Brisa regained consciousness to see Astrid looking down at her and asking if she was okay. She felt like she could barely stand, but she nodded and did her best to push herself to her feet. "Nice... win," she gasped. "Guess I know now what sand... tastes like. Not so bad!" She let Astrid and...

Brisa was wide open for the hit. She heard something crack before she felt any hurt, and bit sand in a second flat. The dawning pain was almost soothing, dulled by the whiskey still in her blood. Huh. How about that. She was dimly aware that it was probably Cabot, and not Astrid, who had dealt...

The Weather Ball landed, leaving Brisa staggered and disoriented. Her head hurt to shake clear. She was vulnerable!

The energy in Brisa's jaw fizzled out with the telltale mental tug of a psychic move. She winced at the familiar sensation. She cracked her jaw. Nothing. It looked like Thunder Fang was lost to her for now. So, it was like that, huh? Alright! She didn't let up, coming straight for Astrid with...

Sand and salt, the opening salvo had been next to useless. She was gonna have to get in close. Brisa dove out of the path of the rocks and glanced back at Cynthian to see him recovering from a direct hit. Damn it, she needed to coordinate them both at once. "Cynthian! Get past his defences!"...

"On three!" cried Brisa. "One. Two. Three!" She opened the fight with a quick wave of electric power, seeking to paralyse her opponents immediately. Thunder Wave was no Radiant... whatever that move she'd used was. Radiant Arrest, maybe. But it was familiar, and dependable.

"Sure," called Brisa, "'cause I've got no idea how it tastes!" Her fur sparked and glowed as she warmed up in her own way, staring down Astrid all the while.

"You won't," said Brisa. Her voice was kind, if a little brusque. She pulled up close and spoke quietly by his ear. "Focus on status and support moves at first, and use grass attacks on Cabot. If you've learned to use radiance then so much the better, just don't do what I did and blow yourself...

"Nothin' too strenuous," said Brisa. "One round of two-on-two, no dirty shots, going until yield or knockout of a pair. Don't mind who I pair up with, if I'm honest." Silently, she hoped she'd get to fight Astrid. She wanted to see what the fox was made of for herself.