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Brisa's chest went cold. It was happening again. How come you're always fighting, aren't you interested in anything else? Of course she had other interests. But fighting was fun! It was what pokémon did. What was so bad about that? Couldn't she study and fight? This, comin' from someone with as...

Sky and stars, oh gods, oh hell. "I didn't-- that's, that's awful, Curio I'm sorry, I'm real sorry," she stammered. "I'd never mean to hurt-- to hurt you like that!" This was it. There was no cocky smile, no easy joke coming to reassure her. She felt sick.

That stare. That clawed remark. Something was wrong. Very wrong. "I... don't recall exactly how things went after we all touched the light," said Brisa. "I remember trying to attack, and then everything went as bright as a sun, and nothin' else. What... what happened, Curio?" She was starting...

Brisa tolerated another night in her sickbed before she'd had enough. Curio hadn't come to find her, Diyem hadn't elaborated on Curio's condition or his own panic yesterday, and she was restless besides. So, she forced herself out of bed, dismissed the concerns of guild staff who wanted her to...

"Many thanks again for your visit," said Brisa, still a little giddy at so much attention. Two weeks with the posse had gotten her used to company, but that didn't make it any easier on her energy levels. Still, she felt fine physically. She moved to get out of the bed, and realised the moment...

Brisa held her expression steady. Huh. They weren't kidding. "I was honestly expectin' worse," she admitted. "Least it ain't somethin' awful rude. If you're curious, I'll tell ya what your names sound like to us. Some of them are... appropriate." She gave a dry smile and gestured with her...

"Well, that's understandable," said Brisa, meaning it. "Jesse used to say the same sorta thing." Priorities, priorities. Her head was downright stuffed. "Say, there was somethin' else I've been wonderin'. Names. I don't know if anyone's mentioned this to y'all but your names, when run through...

Diyem was speaking to her. He was... distressed. She assumed he had a good reason to worry. Brisa thought fast. "The fella is pretty taxed keeping up with everythin' relevant to the mission. I wouldn't want to trouble him for a personal errand at a time like this. Course, if he tells me...

Brisa drank it all in, tracing notes in the hospital bedsheets with her tail and paws. She marvelled at the story of Pine's defiance of the the rules of the universe itself. She marvelled that this meeting was even taking place. "It occurs to me that there are now several humans and part-humans...

Brisa listened and nodded. "That's mighty interestin' to hear. It would explain why my parents were so tough they could take on legendary pokémon, and why I used to be able to fight all comers without breakin' a sweat. Not in this body, though." She thought for a bit, and gave a small chuckle...

Brisa made a mental note to ask Curio what a "furry" was. It was probably a pejorative term, judging by the context. "I'm tryin' not to be crude here, and only since we're already theorisin' about this, and you seem laid-back fellas... what's your take on humans... havin' a family, in this...

"Oh, I'm sure I'll survive," Brisa said, smiling dryly. "Many thanks for your kindness, Buffet." She took a meaty sandwich and some spicy salad for herself and dug in, and oh! Delicious. The food in this world was something else. "I'm gonna have to get some culinary tuition from your world's...

Brisa smiled helplessly. "Well met, Sir. You can call me Brisket if that's less strange to your ears, we have somethin' of a telepathic translation... problem, concerning names. Gosh, if I'd known my letter was goin' to be given this much consideration, I'd have spent a hell of a lot longer on...

Brisa nodded, considering with care everything that was said. She considered with greater care what to say herself. "Thanks for sharing that, Thyme. Knowing you had thoughts like that... it helps make sense of what could've been going through Java's head. Y'see, he and Sangria... well, I know...

What the hell did their names sound like, anyway? She'd have to ask later, it wasn't an important tangent. Evidently Thyme had found the loss of his previous life something heavy to bear. Something about his smile, and what Brisa had seen of his daughters, made her trust that he didn't have the...

Shitty. Brisa snorted. It was too absurd a situation. Here was another human-turned-pokémon, right here in the same room as her, casually assessing her family stuff. And he called it... Shitty. Gods, yes, thank you. "Oh, stars, yeah. So shitty," she said. "Yeah, uh... the way I remember it...

Brisa actually relaxed a little as someone who didn't make her think of her fucking father spoke to her. Nanab, huh? Right, the food thing. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am," she said. "You can call me Brisket. Or, and I gotta be honest with y'all, I'm actually used to being called Luxio most times...

Brisa thanked Leg solemnly for her help and her gift, and took the doll with care. Ahe felt... wistful, when she held it. "Haxorus Pine. The hero of Paradise. I wrote to you." Oh fuck. What had she said in that fucking letter of hers? "I truly hope you didn't trouble yourself to travel here...

Aw, fuck. From her position in a hospital bed, everything she'd been doing seemed painfully naive. She stiffened. "Ah. Nothing embarrassing, I hope." She nodded respectfully first to Thyme, then to the small mint-scented pokémon, and to the haxorus. "Uh, good day to you all. I'm Luxio- ah...

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