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Brisa couldn't help but break into a smile of relief, before collecting herself. "I don't wanna hear another word out of either of you that ain't concernin' food. Come on, I'm literally starvin' to death, here!" The cafe was closest, so Brisa headed off that way, looking over her shoulder to...

Brisa reluctantly pulled away, self-conscious and uncertain. "We should both eat," she said, looking round at Starr. After something like three days stuck in a hole with someone she'd despised, she ought to be glad to see the back of Starr, but... the thought of leaving her behind set off a...

"I'm goddamn lucky Starr was strong enough not to agree to it," mumbled Brisa. "And yeah. Yeah we are literally fuckin' starvin'. Thank sky and stars you're here, Curio, I-" I missed you. She couldn't say it. She hugged tighter instead.

Unable to bear the thought of interminable sobbing into Curio's neck, she gave herself a small shock and somehow pushed it all down again. She didn't pull away. "We... We were..." Come on. Just tell her what happened. Fuckin' hell, you can speak language, can't ya? Brisa turned her head to...

Hold it in. Hold it in. Brisa slowly, carefully, hesitantly, put her forelimbs around Curio and pressed herself close, leaning her head against the riolu's shoulder. She took a shuddering breath and braced herself against sobs she couldn't afford to allow herself. She tried to speak, but could...

Curio. Curio was standing there. Sky and stars, how many days had it been since that goodbye in Spinda Cafe? At least a week, surely. Brisa wanted to run to Curio, if she even had the bodily strength to manage it. She wanted to run from Curio. She wanted to hope that Curio would run to her...

Home at last. Brisa stood tall, and closed her eyes for a moment, to feel the sun on her fur and a breeze against her face. She looked around at the place she'd longed to return to, and for a fleeting moment, she felt at ease. She finally took a breath that felt worth taking. Diyem and...

Fucking incredible. First actual interaction they'd had since nearly trying to kill each other, and it actually went okay. Maybe there was hope yet. Brisa had to much to chew on to reply to all that. It was a relief, if nothing else, that their coordinator was merely a weird feller with bad...

Brisa's mouth gaped as the Bluff incident came up, her head span for ways to shut down the conversation, and it ended before she had a chance. Thank fuck for that. Names. They were talking about names. She could help with that, keep things moving in a helpful, normal sort of way, right? "What...

Brisa had arrived a little after everyone else, leaving it til the last minute to leave her latest bout of training at the Dojo. She'd hardly done anything else for the last week, since the incident at the Bluff put her on the back foot and thinking constantly about Starr. Tired and a little out...

"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...

Brisa fumbled with her tongue for a second before replying, "yeah, sure. Please. Uh, that would be my pleasure." She gave a remorseful look at the cowed charmander. "We'd better get started, else we end up like him."

Brisa winced at Owen's condition. "This fella was the first sent in by Diyem," she mused, to be heard by anyone close by. "He was, possibly, our ace. This ain't boding too well." She eyed the training dojo. "Anyone up for some sparring? I have a feeling we'll all need to train."

"Well met, stranger," said Brisa, being caught between the newcomer and the rest of the group. "I'm lux- I'm shinx Brisa, and these are my associates. We're new to this... world. Who might you be and what're your intentions?"

There sure was a lotta conversation. Brisa put out a paw and shook the proffered claw firmly. "Brisa. I'm a... a shinx, and unlike a lot of folks here I'm new to this... sort of thing." She gave him a hard look for a second. "Don't go pickin' me up like you did that poochyena fella. I hope...