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Brisa tried not to stare too hard when Curio drew attention to her eyes — yes, they were green! and... nice! — and nodded in concession at the point about better and worse. It was fair enough. She sighed. It had only been a few minutes since she'd last explained this, but it felt like days...

Brisa tried to relax a little, and hold everything Curio said in her mind to respond to. It wasn't as hard as she expected — the riolu's earnest interest was immensely reassuring. "I'm afraid a lot of what everyone here says is gibberish to me," she confessed sheepishly. "I do my best. Dave...

Not like they gave me a choice. What? Was it not a prosthetic? Brisa's head fizzed. "Oh, it's not so different from here. Just pokémon. Well, sometimes we have humans in pokémon form, like Dave and I think some of the others here..." Fuck, that was the whole reason she'd wanted to head...

Brisa sat with Curio, still agitated and tail thrashing from her awkward departure of the dojo. "Home, huh? So, uh... I hadn't got round to asking," began Brisa, haltingly aware that she'd now embarrassed herself in front of Curio several times today, "but are you from a world like mine? Like...

"Yeah. That sounds good. Quiet would be good." Brisa followed Curio out, tail thrashing against the ground. On the way, she heard some telepathic communique about that zangoose causing trouble, and shut it out. Too many people, too many concerns. It would have to wait. <><><><><><><><><><><>

When the call went out to join Zane in the marketplace, Brisa blocked it out. She was in no emotional state to receive telepathic messages, and if anything came through from her, it was little different to garbled, staticy nonsense such as one might hear on a badly-tuned communicator.

Brisa was staring at the ground as she paced out of the private quarters and practically tumbled into Curio. "Shit. Sorry. Curio, hi — I'm sorry! I was about to look for you- I got caught up. The poochyena — he's called Dave — we were talkin', and- hey, can we get out of here? This is just like...

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he eats eggs that motherfucker with the pretty eyes

Did it really matter? Did knowing the truth really change anything? It's not as if knowing would make much difference to her current problems. Or indeed, the situation she was in now. So maybe Dave was right. How long had they been talking? Her head practically ached from it. Curio had probably...

Best be out with it. Rather now than later. "My father," she began. The words stumbled out of her mouth as if hobbled. "He was, supposedly, a human. He fit the usual story almost perfectly. Appeared one day with very little memory, joined the Rangers, saved the day a number of times. He...

Brisa nodded, a little reassured. "Supposedly one of the few things some humans recall is a conversation with an unseen entity wishing to build them an appropriate body. None of the accounts sound like Diyem, but he could be the same type of being. Also of note, many humans apparently vanish...

Brisa scoffed quietly. "I don't know about 'most sensible.' Other stuff like... it's complicated. I don't know." She sighed. "I just spend a lot of time reading. A lot of time alone... and although I've studied almost everything there is to know about humans, I've never been sure if there was...

"That's what I always say!" exclaimed Brisa. "Anyway, while the whole thing is all very doubtful, every 'human' seems to remember only their name, their humanity, and the power of speech... they usually become key to whatever local crisis is ongoing. What's more, they always become singularly...

More notes, silently mouthing unfamiliar phrases, eyes swivelling as she pieced together remembered studies and strange imaginings. "Usually the humans have amnesia, or claim to," she said, distractedly. "Locals tend to accept it because townies are trusting sorts and heap affection on anyone...

There was more to take in with every passing minute in this world. Brisa pawed at the bridge of her nose and thought hard. "Well... humans are described in some very old relics, but almost never depicted. And there's not much evidence that they were ever, hmm, widespread? In my world, I mean...

Brisa couldn't help but trill with unexpected interest. "I doubt many of our allies will know the word, but I do! I do a lotta reading, and I have an ancient text that mentions genes. It's not... uh, current science. Lost knowledge, I'm afraid. But I'm certain that pokémon, in my world at least...

Brisa's tail swished. This was some form of irony. Sarcasm? ...cynicism? "I mean to say," she began in a cautious tone, "that even those of us who have... doubts about the truth of Diyem's proposal agreed to it all the same. It could be that some of us are, ah, genuinely selfless deep down. It...

Brisa turned her face away. If she gave a real answer, she risked embarrassing herself. If she didn't she'd be snubbing this human before they'd built any trust. Twin anxieties fought inside her throat. The need to give an answer won out. "I... live alone, past the edge of town. Frontier Town...

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