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What the hell parentage did Brisa have? It must not have been his business if she just moved on like that, but what the hell? “Oh yeah, the fight I died in,” Zane mused, standing and stretching. He just had to not think about blood-thirsty shaymin all around him, swarming, murdering with...

Zane's shadow tried to lunge for Brisa, but didn't have any legs to leap. "I appreciate the sentiment," Zane grumbled, "but I'm not any better than him." Either to prove his point, or maybe some catharsis, Zane kicked the shadow in the stomach. "Not yet. Not until I earn it." His shadow faded...

Zane leapt away from the burst of radiance, half expecting another set to wrap around him. It didn't. When he took a peak, Brisa was actually helping him. Talking to him. Opening... up to him? She shared her own anxieties—that had to mean something. His shadow writhed in pain but kept as...

"What? Wait!" Zane hopped up, but his shadow's hand stopped him there. "We barely started! You're friends with everyone. I—" his shadow clenched a claw tighter on his shoulder. "What happened?" "You aren't that dense," his shadow chuckled. Zane shoved its claw off his shoulder, but didn't take...

"Money?" Zane's shadow chuckled. It didn't seem particularly comfortable out in the open, but still tried to look smug. "Sorry, doll, we deal in doses." With that non-explanation, Zane clinked a bottle out of his bag, cracked it open with one claw and corked it with the pour spout his shadow...

Zane nodded along, more and more relieved as Brisa kept talking. "Okay, so this is some weird glitch everyone's going through." He sat down, reclining slightly onto his arms. "You wouldn't believe the looks I got trying to explain him to the doc." It belied belief. He'd gone through hell to...

The tensity in the air served as a conduit for the crackling electricity. No knife or claw could cut the air. The shadow hid within Zane, radiant annihilation awaiting its next appearance. "Oh thank God," Zane sighed, wiped the sweat off his brow, and fell back. "I thought I was going insane. I...

The shadow dissolved back into Zane in an instant. Ready to die? She's here for fights, not friends. "Brisa, shadow, what?! Stop!" Zane jumped back and abandoned his notes to throw up his hands in surrender. "All right, sorry! We can fight! Train, whatever!" His shadow swiftly spoke out. "You...

Zane scrambled to yank a notebook and pen out of his sack before she’d finished her first sentence. “Be... honest with intentions, got it!” He looked up with a determined gaze, notebook clenched tight and ready to write. “Let the training begin.” He watched Brisa like Steve Irwin would an...

“What about it?” Zane hadn’t anticipated this blow. Brisa blew his defense wide open with one concise hit and left him to flounder. This chick knew her way around a ring. “Well, how do you do it?”

Oh no he had to say it out loud. “Well, I had this talk with Curio, um, you know Curio, right? Blue? Girl? Lucariolu?” Stalling, yes. A good strategy in any conflict. “Well, she mentioned an, uh, a special secret move pokémon can do. Y’know, I didn’t know since I used to be a human, though I...

[Red Velvet > Brisket: Thanks! I’m in room 4201.] [Red Velvet > Brisket: Oh, you booked a room? How do I leave this one?] [Red Velvet > Brisket: Front desk was busy.They’ll figure out the room’s empty eventually. On my way.] Zane arrived shortly after and somehow looked more unsettled than...

[Red Velvet > Brisket: Hey, this is Zane. I need some help training. Available?]