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"Yes." A fight would be good, actually. Maybe not until she'd had a moment to think, but soon. "I might just take you up on that later," she said, some vigour returning to her voice. "I've heard it said that you're quite the scrapper!" They set off together back to town, chatting with...

Brisa followed Owen out. At first, she wasn't sure if she should say anything, and she wondered with a sick lurch if he'd thought her outpouring to be pathetic, entitled, overblown. She remembered his comforting paw on her shoulder. "It means a lot to me that you helped out with this," she...

"Thank you, Surf. I guess it oughta go to Pine? Just a feeling I have. I can always try Bone later if it doesn't work out." She stood to bow to both sisters before leaving. "It's been a pleasure. I'm glad to have been of help today, and I will remember your kindness."

Brisa tried to remember letter-writing etiquette and compose a thoughtful message in her head without keeping anyone waiting. It occurred to her that most letter-writing practices were either bunk or inapplicable, and from a different culture than Cibus', besides. No matter. It was a challenge...

"You'd do me a favour like that? I gotta say, I really appreciate it. Uh, I'm literate, but I don't know if folks here read and write the same script we use back home, so I might have to dictate if that's alright?" Brisa's body language had transformed in seconds, ears perked and tail high...

"Maple's the smeargle gal, right? You reckon her portal technique could do the trick? Either way, I was kinda expectin' y'all to have a postal service."

Brisa returned Owen's smile, and patted his hand with her forepaw. She would now willingly die for this polite reptile. "Pine and Bone, got it. But is there any way I could get contact them remotely, or travel very swiftly between Treasure Town and their abodes?"

Brisa nodded carefully, an anxious pit forming in her gut. Diyem had promised her that she would return to her old life, but what if he'd lied? Or got it wrong? She imagined Gil, alone, waiting for her forever. She wondered whether she'd left an inert luxio corpse behind. Her mouth dried up...

Brisa gave a delighted nod to Owen as he responded with evident pleasure to her challenge. Good. There was someone in the posse with a much of a battle-yearning as her. "Well, I sure don't, but I heard tell earlier that some folks were getting together to discuss tracking them down. Kinda want...

Brisa cringed a little at the comment on her name, but brushed it off. Culture was what it was, she supposed. "Amnesia was always my pa's explanation, too. I never found out if he got his memories back, but if he did, he sure didn't share 'em with me. If it's no trouble and nothin' too private...

Brisa nodded earnestly, relief pouring through her expression as the confession was well-received. She grinned. "Y'know, my father was the same. He never really got his head around it, always wanted to talk things out, but he could fight like nobody else. He didn't talk about it much, is the...

Half human. She'd never thought of herself as that, not really. She'd always thought about it indirectly — her father who was once a human/she had a transformed human for a parent/there was something downright unusual about her ancestry. She fumbled internally for a way to seize on the topic...

"I've no doubt she'll be on her feet again in no time," said Brisa, her chest aching a little. She studied Surf for... something, some sign that the two of them were alike. "I take it you two are pretty tough." She provided some medical supplies from the small carry bag she'd stored them in.

Brisa shrugged. "I heard she took ill before we even arrived in this world. Her sister was frettin' over her on day one. I take it that the shadow creature has something to do with why we were summoned here. You ready to go in?" Deep breaths. It was gonna be fine. Of course, it wasn't really...

"Possession by an invisible shadow only our posse can see," Brisa summarised, wincing at the implausibility of it. "Starr and I beat the thing out of Turf, but she's hurting from it." She almost felt reluctant to step down. Starr's aggressive finisher had worked but it just plain looked bad to...

Brisa returned later, with medicine on hand, just in case. She spotted the minccino from earlier near the entrance to Team Spice's place and approached to offer her paw. This time she had a greeting scripted for herself ahead of time, well-rehearsed in her head. "Hey there, sorry for earlier...

Brisa bit back a yowl and discharged her electricity into the ground. The frustration was unbearable, but at least she'd got the satisfaction of seeing Starr's chagrined groundstaring during that scolding. But for fuck's sake! They would have to battle it out eventually if they were ever going...

Brisa snarled viciously. "Did I hit a nerve? Guess that certifies my reckoning of the kinda person you might be. Too bad you ain't hitting the mark back, else I'd think twice about beating you senseless." The electricity surged. She could take her. She knew it.

Expert? What—? "How in blazes were you to know that she would survive 'knocking that thing outta her'? Are you always this eager to attack children, or do you only do it when shady authority figures tell you to, huh?" Brisa's coat rippled with an involuntary surge of electricity.

Brisa's hackles rose at the outlandish carelessness on display. "One who's already taken electric attacks and spent weeks 'n days fighting off some devilish parasite! Any move can be a finisher to a weakened fighter, and when we had a shot at calming her the hell down, you attacked the poor...