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"Yeah. Hope so. Let's make the best of it, huh?" Brisa hefted her packs and made to leave, hoping to head onward to Destiny Village with a friend or two by her side. She for sure counted Owen as one. <><><><><>

Fear made the Shadows worse? Great. Fuckin' brilliant. "Yeah, well, the notion that I'm a livin' danger to everyone around me and oughta be fuckin' lynched before it's too late is pretty fuckin' terrifyin'," she snapped. "Of course I'm scared, I couldn't live with myself if I did in one of my...

Brisa tensed up almost hard enough to start sparking as the Shadow appeared. You're a violent animal. You're gonna end up killin' someone. You just keep hurtin' people. You oughta be put down. She forced herself to breathe and relax her body, tail thrashing about nonetheless. "You're gonna...

Brisa's body locked in place, ears, tail and paws frozen where she stood. Breathe, Ranger. Pull yerself together. "Alright. Don't know how I can face mine if I can't face yours. Let's have it out, then."

"Right. Yer Shadow." What a concept... "Sounds like you got a handle on yourself. Just... promise me you won't burn out, that's all. Sure seems like everyone I take a likin' to has a tendency to throw themselves into one thing after another, and I don't wanna see y'all in the infirmary week...

Brisa nodded. "Yeah, it's just one thing after another, and while I can hold my own in a conversation I... I have trouble speakin' to a whole slew of folks in short order. I'm used to bein' alone." She stood and stretched, trying to shiver off the emotional weirdness of talking about murder and...

Brisa gave another of her dry smiles. "Guessin' that was your Shadow you were talkin' to back there, huh? I dunno, maybe I should give it a try. Talk to my Shadow. Might have somethin' useful to say. Before that, I reckon I've got other stuff to contend with. I got a lot of catchin' up to do...

Brisa waved away Owen's insistence on keeping the talk about her angle. "You can talk to me any time, partner." Owen really was a sweet fella. It was starting to seem like everyone on the posse had darkness in their past, but this guy was still so bright even despite his remorse. "Look out...

Only a little, huh? There'd been a point in the last month where she'd sparred with Owen daily for a while. They were as bad as each other! "Seems to me like Radiance makes a mon bold the same way as a strong drink, and Shadows bring up all the painful stuff from the back of your head. Can't...

If Owen was expectin a horrified reaction... he didn't get it. "I hear ya," she replied. She let the thought breathe for a moment. No sense in rushing her reply. "You're right that it ain't exactly the same for me. But it sure is close. When I've gone up against genuinely foul creatures, I...

Brisa nodded along and then leaned in when Owen delivered that weighty truth. "How did it happen?" she asked, evenly. "Not that you need to spill yer guts to me if you'd care not to. But I'll listen." She tried to keep her body language as steady and as approachable as possible, but she...

Brisa scoffed. "Well, you got sparrin' rules where you're from, right? You don't just..." Out with it, Ranger. "I put my teeth on Starr's neck. Put myself within one mistake of tearing her throat out. I know everyone's home world is different, but where I come from... you don't do that. You...

Oh, good. Her 'friend' comment got a smile. That was a win. "Oh, Curio likes to have fun on the field. Wild punches, lil' dances. It's cute. As for Starr..." Starr's fighting style, huh? ...would it be wrong to say it was the most downright fantastic thing Brisa had ever seen? It was a...

Under control. "It seems that way, huh?" She'd yet to see Owen savage anybody in a fight. Even when he'd been hit by that machine, he'd kept it more or less together. Who was he kidding? "Well, I don't know about that. You seem plenty fine to me, partner. I don't look at you and see anythin'...

Brisa shrugged. "Don't mind it. Figured there was a good reason." Owen gave her a pause to reply, and so she tried to, a little self-consciously. "Where I come from, we got wild pokémon, who ain't people; civilised folks, who're like everyone here on Cibus; and roughlanders, like my Ma...

Brisa sat and listened attentively with her tail curled around her forepaws. "You're talkin' like you're born-civilised. So... Guessin' you grew up away from folks, or somethin'?" The poor fella looked kinda forlorn... Brisa considered offering a hug, but thought better. She didn't know how it...

Feral. "Uh, yeah. Don't have much." Feral. "Say, Owen." Feral. "I, ah. Didn't realise... that you've had trouble with folks callin' ya 'feral' too." How had this not come up already? ...well, probably because nobody had pre-existing knowledge and prejudices against the rest of the posse...

So, the charmander talked to himself. She hadn't known that about him. That was something else they had in common then, or at least, she'd done that back home. Not so much lately. "Hey, Owen. Gimme a moment." Brisa put her nose to work finding Owen's curry bowl. With how often he used it and...

Brisa stood in the middle of the living quarters staring around herself at the place that most of the team had sheltered each night for nearly a month. She already had her possessions gathered—they were few in number, and she needed only a small saddlebag to carry what wouldn't fit in her...