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World ending threats, huh? It sure was strange how Starr's hatred seemed so much greater a concern than apocalyptic portents. Maybe she should try to get her priorities straightened out. Brisa shrugged. "There was something of that sort before I was born, but my parents put a stop to it. Now...

Well, I haven't even met everybody yet," she admitted. "I got a friend or two by now, or at least I hope I do. Like Curio here!" Brisa gestured to her riolu neighbour, who was still demolishing curry. Her friend's manners were appalling, yet she couldn't help but smile. "The rest can speak for...

Brisa reflexively tensed up, and tried to calm herself. She had to stop heating up at perceived scrutiny, or she'd not survive here. "I guess I do what you do," she said after a moment's consideration. "If I think about it, it's the same kinda business, just gone about a different way. I patrol...

Brisa nodded and listened, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Starr was getting up to move elsewhere. Was that... because of something Curio had said? Or because of... Brisa being here? Something to worry about later. "I don't much know what to make of this hero's aura business," she...

Brisa's eyes lit up. "You sound like a ranger," she said. "Hunting down outlaws, protecting folks... That's an admirable profession. Honest to goodness, it's what I wish I was doing." 'Human self', huh? Another one. It was starting to seem so much less strange a thing... "Say, your human...

Ah, fuck. The meds, the meds... Brisa spotted a passing minccino on their way out of the building and waved them down. "Hey, how'd'ye, stranger! The sisters down at the Bluff need healing items, could you help them out?" Oh! "Hey there, Curio! There's a challenge?" The minccino was gone...

Brisa turned around to see a vulpix with startlingly pretty eyes, and while her words jostled for place in an introduction, the vulpix... asked her to share a meal. Oh. "H-how do ye," she managed. "I'm Brisa!" Wait, she knew this gal. She was the one who tried to stop the fight between Curio...

Brisa stepped through the damaged part of the marketplace with concern. This must be where the hazy entity had attacked. What exactly were they up against? Further in, she saw a building with ongoing activity and in a good state of repair. Perhaps she could find meds for Turf there. She stepped...

Brisa bit back a yowl and discharged her electricity into the ground. The frustration was unbearable, but at least she'd got the satisfaction of seeing Starr's chagrined groundstaring during that scolding. But for fuck's sake! They would have to battle it out eventually if they were ever going...

Logging my answer to OSJohto's rec challenge for BLECs.

Whoops, last minute save. Thanks for this, Johto! Day 3: Heatstroke! Share a fic featuring fire-type trainers or pokemon. My first recommendation is by one of our own, @canisaries! In Search of Haven is a PMD-esque oneshot with post-apocalyptic vibes. The protagonist, Annie, is a charmeleon in...

Brisa snarled viciously. "Did I hit a nerve? Guess that certifies my reckoning of the kinda person you might be. Too bad you ain't hitting the mark back, else I'd think twice about beating you senseless." The electricity surged. She could take her. She knew it.

Expert? What—? "How in blazes were you to know that she would survive 'knocking that thing outta her'? Are you always this eager to attack children, or do you only do it when shady authority figures tell you to, huh?" Brisa's coat rippled with an involuntary surge of electricity.

Brisa's hackles rose at the outlandish carelessness on display. "One who's already taken electric attacks and spent weeks 'n days fighting off some devilish parasite! Any move can be a finisher to a weakened fighter, and when we had a shot at calming her the hell down, you attacked the poor...

Brisa's jaw flapped wordlessly for a second. This wasn't the kind of angry, defensive response she'd expected and prepared for. "That's... that's my point. I was trying to resolve the situation without putting Turf's life at risk. I wanted your help that way. Didn't you think about that?"

Brisa controlled herself. This could be a civil interaction yet. "I know we haven't hit it off so far," the understatement of the week! "but I still hoped you'd back me up in there. That was a risky move and we were darn lucky we got away with a good result."

Brisa glanced between the sisters and the exiting Starr. She wanted to help tend to the injuries she'd contributed to, to ask about their human father what the fuck. She wanted to chase down Starr and give her a thorough drubbing. She realised that she'd be in no shape to do either of the first...

Brisa panted hard, and narrowed her eyes not at the 'slug', but at Starr. She'd have a word with that cat, just as soon as they weren't in public. On the other hand... she just had to know more about this creature. It was an extraordinary development to have captured the thing.

Brisa screamed fury and let rip a storm of electrical energy. So what if it drained her? This thing needed to be stopped. Now.

Too many things jolted through Brisa's mind — Starr's attack, Diyem's order, Turf's pain, the shadow! But the needs of combat overrode her brain and she launched herself at the shadow to tackle it bodily, teeth and claws out.