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"I've never had much, but I wouldn't mind a bit of a drink."

Celeste sighed in relief. "It was good to see you, too. Don't expect me to take you up on that offer, though. I... don't like Radiance at all. I'll take shadows over it any day."

"Well, I just don't like how it makes me feel. It plugs up my head, makes it hard to think straight. It takes willpower just to force myself to speak. It makes me feel... poorly." He recalled that Brisa had spoken of feelings of ferality herself before, but he hoped that description was vague...

Celeste cast his gaze away. "I don't know. Vision had been mostly... instinctual. I can't imagine what another application of it would do. Or what it would do to me."

Celeste grimaced. He was hoping figuring out another application for his shadows would be enough. "Err, no. I... haven't tried."

Celeste laughed. "There's a reason melees between two absol tend to end in stalemates. We're hard to hit indeed." "And..." It was hard to show gratitude through the Shadows... "Thanks." Please don't ask about radiance...

Brisa channeled more raw speed and power into that attack than she seemed to have been doing before. However, the pattern he saw it predicted to move in didn't shift as he began his dodge. He felt a tingling sensation, and smelled some singed fur, but it didn't make a proper connection. "There...

As the fight went on, Brisa seemed to be catching on to him. The patterns of light fluctuated, forcing him to readjust his own reactions. Eventually, one of the Whiplashes scored a grazing blow on his flank. He couldn't keep doing this, he needed to adapt. He felt a sort of contempt towards his...

Okay, good. Brisa was starting after all. Celeste observed the glow coming his way, and lept out of the affected area. Avoiding the attack came with a certain satisfaction. He wanted to punish the missed attack, and his shadows obliged him. "That's the shadow I'm familiar with. But I should be...

"Mhm." Celeste nodded. "I think I understand." What were those feelings for him? Radiance came with it a feeling of ferality, but Shadows... "Perhaps I'll try spitefulness. That's what helps with my existing shadow attack." Brisa braced herself, perhaps expecting an attack, and gave the nod to...

Celeste nodded. "Ah. I don't quite know how to spar per se. Never been in a fight with someone who wasn't either too absurdly powerful for me to kill... or was prey I was supposed to eat." He laughed an awkward laugh. "I don't know what the rules are for friendly combat... but I suppose I can...

Celeste put down the book he was reading and checked his badge. What does "assess my combat readiness" mean? Celeste poked into what he thought was the right training room, and saw Brisa warming up there. Phew, he'd half expected to go to the wrong room. "Hello, Brisa. What is it you have in...

Soul wagged their tails. "I saw food at the party, but I haven't tried any. Let's go fix that!" Done with their training, the two departed the room. It was snacktime. <><><><><>

"Woah!" Soul exclaimed. "You did better than I did!" Soul awkwardly tapped their paw against Petram's "S-Sure. That... could work?"

Soul decided to try tapping into one of the other energies of their stone, to see if any of them could affect the dummies. This time, a cold stream of air came from their mouth, powdery snowflakes swirling in the breeze. The dummy's chest frosted up. "There we go! This one did something."

"I'll show you what I did again. I looked into my stone, and there was this swirly energy lashing about. Letting that out..." The wisps appeared around her again. She funnelled them into a dummy, but... nothing happened. "Huh. Did I do it wrong? H-Hold on, can you try it? Maybe it'll work for...

Two shadowy vulpixes arrived in one of the training rooms. Soul was exited! "Here we are!"