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"Yeah. That sounds good. Quiet would be good." Brisa followed Curio out, tail thrashing against the ground. On the way, she heard some telepathic communique about that zangoose causing trouble, and shut it out. Too many people, too many concerns. It would have to wait. <><><><><><><><><><><>

Brisa was staring at the ground as she paced out of the private quarters and practically tumbled into Curio. "Shit. Sorry. Curio, hi — I'm sorry! I was about to look for you- I got caught up. The poochyena — he's called Dave — we were talkin', and- hey, can we get out of here? This is just like...

Did it really matter? Did knowing the truth really change anything? It's not as if knowing would make much difference to her current problems. Or indeed, the situation she was in now. So maybe Dave was right. How long had they been talking? Her head practically ached from it. Curio had probably...

Best be out with it. Rather now than later. "My father," she began. The words stumbled out of her mouth as if hobbled. "He was, supposedly, a human. He fit the usual story almost perfectly. Appeared one day with very little memory, joined the Rangers, saved the day a number of times. He...

Brisa nodded, a little reassured. "Supposedly one of the few things some humans recall is a conversation with an unseen entity wishing to build them an appropriate body. None of the accounts sound like Diyem, but he could be the same type of being. Also of note, many humans apparently vanish...

Brisa scoffed quietly. "I don't know about 'most sensible.' Other stuff like... it's complicated. I don't know." She sighed. "I just spend a lot of time reading. A lot of time alone... and although I've studied almost everything there is to know about humans, I've never been sure if there was...

"That's what I always say!" exclaimed Brisa. "Anyway, while the whole thing is all very doubtful, every 'human' seems to remember only their name, their humanity, and the power of speech... they usually become key to whatever local crisis is ongoing. What's more, they always become singularly...

More notes, silently mouthing unfamiliar phrases, eyes swivelling as she pieced together remembered studies and strange imaginings. "Usually the humans have amnesia, or claim to," she said, distractedly. "Locals tend to accept it because townies are trusting sorts and heap affection on anyone...

There was more to take in with every passing minute in this world. Brisa pawed at the bridge of her nose and thought hard. "Well... humans are described in some very old relics, but almost never depicted. And there's not much evidence that they were ever, hmm, widespread? In my world, I mean...

Brisa couldn't help but trill with unexpected interest. "I doubt many of our allies will know the word, but I do! I do a lotta reading, and I have an ancient text that mentions genes. It's not... uh, current science. Lost knowledge, I'm afraid. But I'm certain that pokémon, in my world at least...

Brisa's tail swished. This was some form of irony. Sarcasm? ...cynicism? "I mean to say," she began in a cautious tone, "that even those of us who have... doubts about the truth of Diyem's proposal agreed to it all the same. It could be that some of us are, ah, genuinely selfless deep down. It...

Brisa turned her face away. If she gave a real answer, she risked embarrassing herself. If she didn't she'd be snubbing this human before they'd built any trust. Twin anxieties fought inside her throat. The need to give an answer won out. "I... live alone, past the edge of town. Frontier Town...

Brisa considered this. She climbed into the bed which she deemed the comfiest, and appraised Dave anew. With the knowledge that he was human, she realised that there was something distinctly un-poochyena about his expressions and mannerisms. Sure, he scratched like a dog, but that was just the...

"We get by well enough without hands," mused Brisa. "Hence the architecture. Wait, pokémon don't talk? Is that just a way of saying we're deeply antisocial where you're from, or are we not sapient?"

"I could use some peace and quiet tonight," Brisa confessed. "Thank you. I suppose you must be a human, usin' words like those. How are you findin' this world? It's more or less like where I come from, not that this ain't all deeply weird and distressin' for me..." She inspected each bed for...

Having walked back up from the beach chatting to Curio, Brisa felt the urge to secure some private resting place for herself before it was too late. The urge to find somewhere to escape to if she got caught in another group conversation was making her fur crawl. "Mind waitin' for me while I...