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Brisa followed close behind. She was itching to watch a good fight, especially if it involved Curio getting Starr to eat dirt. Outstanding. She brushed past Curio, saying "good luck!" as she did, and took a place on the sidelines.

"We're pokémon," growled Brisa. "Sometimes we fight to settle our differences. It's how we get stronger. It's how we grow. They're takin' it to the Dojo like they ought to and not brawlin' in the street, so let them have at it." She... did actually believe what she was saying. It's just that...

Brisa glanced at Curio, wondering how she'd take the challenge, and silently hoping that she'd take it. Kick her ass, she subvocalised, without fully meaning to. She didn't take it back.

(Brisa had only heard that word used once in her life. She stifled a mortified gasp, and then a belly laugh. Gods, Curio.)

Brisa's lips drew back in a growing snarl. "Well I hope you've been preparin' for the fight, then, like we have. Or have you just been puttin' down team members and lappin' up rice?"

Brisa's attention switched from the absent Curio to that last remark. How... cruel. This coming from the litten she saw the previous day cowering at one end of the Dojo covered in rice. "What's your heroic record like?" she snapped. "Save any innocents lately?"

She snapped upright from her sleeping repose, immediately frantic. The vibrations-- Landslide in the ravine! No, this was Cibus, earthquake-- the fish, it was the fuckin' fish-- she looked around wildly for Curio-- where was she? She wasn't in her bunk. Right. She left the hidden quarters and...

Three reviewed chapters! https://forums.thousandroads.net/index.php?threads/seiren.115/post-6511 https://forums.thousandroads.net/index.php?threads/the-legendarian-chronicles.48/post-6513

Aight, here's a double billing for chapters nine and ten! Alright, next chapter(s) concern a real mission and a legendary pokémon! I'm almost as excited as these rebels are! See you then!

There were two great big punchy successes of narrative in this chapter. I'll get to the second. Let's start with the phone scene. I spend half my life these days on my phone or computer, but reading Red's sustained anxiety and suffering as he tries to struggle through accepting his gift of a...

A wink, huh? A wink was good. A 'yes' to sharing the hidden quarters was good, too. Brisa tried winking back. It came out like a sort of lopsided blink. Oh well. Time to go. <><><><><><><><>

Brisa thought for a moment, tracing mnemonic doodles in the dirt with her tail. "At a speed that high, the images would appear to be continuous," she mused. "I suppose your world's technology would allow you to display 'em in an appropriate way at the required speed... you'd appear to be...

Brisa's spark of jealously was immediately extinguished by a gust of curiosity. "I don't really know any shinx besides Ma. Am I anything much like this fella? What kinda friendship do the two of you have?" She sat up on her haunches and turned to listen attentively, ears perking.

"Sounds like your world is pretty different from mine," Brisa observed as Curio explained about her own mother and her wildness. "Where I come from 'feral' is just a dirty word the townies use for folks who live the traditional way out in the roughlands. They're just like you and me, just not so...

"Yeah, only child." Brisa winced. It wasn't like she could just say 'but Pa could've got around, for all I know.' "Never thought about it too much, I guess." Well, that was a lie. Brisa approximated a lopsided shrug. "Well, 'sides being the same species, Mum and I don't have all that much in...

"Oh my goodness," said Brisa, stifling a giggle. "You're a lot of fun." Oh, she meant that. Huh. "Uh, anyway, thanks. I really do feel better. And it's good to talk to someone about this for once, I don't think I've had a proper conversation about Pa since not long after he vanished. That was...

Happy birthday, @Tanuki! Scene here.

It... didn't make much difference to how he treated her. But it made a difference to how people might treat her now. Or how she treated herself. "Spit? Uh, sure." She let Curio demonstrate the technique, and then copied as best she could. It didn't come naturally to her, but there was...

Brisa listened and nodded as Curio recounted some of her own experience. She didn't know what to say, but this was good, right? Curio trusted her enough to share something like this, and sympathised. It sounded like her experience had been worse, but... there wasn't much point in judging that...