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Did she mean it? Astrid was talking about those last words before Brisa vanished. Astrid, I love you. Did she mean it? Yes, she had meant it, hadn't she? Was that something you just said 'yes' to? But it was too late, Astrid was fleeing... Luz had, technically, achieved what she'd meant to...

Luz didn't know what the right thing to say. Or to do. But she held Astrid tight and kept herself as steady as she could. "Astrid, darlin', you need t'come back to earth now, y'hear? Remember you promised y'wouldn't throw yerself away no more, remember that Brisa wanted us to save Joule...

Luz looked between Starr and Astrid in desperation. Could she even keep either of them from going on an all-out onslaught, let alone both? She balled her paws into fists and let oit a directionless yowl of distress. "Goddammit," she swore, surprising herself again, "come to yer senses, won't...

Brisa was dead. The feelings inside Luz were a wound she couldn't just shake off. But wounded heroes kept fighting until all were safe. They didn't show fear. They didn't quit. They didn't cry. Neither would she. "Astrid, darlin'," said Luz—her voice surely betraying no pain, no fear, no...

Brisa Escarpa Once again, Brisa saw Starr lifted off the ground by psychic power. Astrid too, and Owen, and so many others–! And, she realised with furious dismay, her. "Oh, no you fuckin' don't," she snarled, gripping the island's surface with all her strength. She'd never used Shining...

Brisa was a perfectly-drilled combat engine, dashing between platforms and harrying Joule with everything she had to help her allies land their alpha strikes with the greatest impact possible. Brisa and Starr, Brisa and Owen—whoever was striking, Brisa had trained with them to the point of...

All their efforts were paying off. The team was working in the same supernatural synchronicity they'd gotten down practically to an art form, save for the occasional stumble. And she— She was surging with power. She knew what it felt like to lay down a Thunder Cage on a god. Now she was laying...

Brisa squared up for the showdown that had occupied damn near every waking moment since they'd returned to Destiny Village from the fight at the lab. She wasn't alone, she reminded herself. She had the team, and she'd done everything she possibly could to prepare them, and herself, for this...

Brisa's brain was shunting options left and right as she fled that thing alongside Potluck with Starr in tow. She heard Bahamut bark an undirected order. Dave? Dave. Goddamnit Dave you picked a fine hour to get Shadowed. Her eyes flashed with radiance, and she seized both the poochyena and his...

Brisa hadn't felt this much like herself since Veritas City. The body and the mind were interconnected, so they said. Her ranger persona took over: they were laughably outclassed, but Darkwhite might yet prove a sufficient distraction; they should make an abrupt retreat. Ranger Escarpa pushed...

This motherfucker was a human who'd become a psychic goddamn pokémon. Gods. Salt and sand and spit. This was too fucking much. Brisa's mind went hot with anger as she first saw Starr sent flying by psychic power, then felt the mewtwo's remote grip around her throat. Go on. Snap my fucking neck...

"Starr!" Brisa's eyes lit up with brilliance as she targeted the mewtwo with a Radiant Arrest, and her fur glowed and sparked as she set off in pursuit of Starr with a Wild Charge. She wasn't about to let her friend go up against this creep without help.

Oh, fuck. Whoever this was... that rawness in Starr's voice? It showed the kind of dread that could only be inspired by an enemy you knew far, far too well. She didn't know who this mon was, but she knew what he was. Her enemy, too. Brisa put herself between Starr and the aberrant mewtwo...

Brisa saw Starr go down, and in the however-long they had before Maple, Joule or some other fool broke the standoff, she ran quietly to her friend's side, scarcely daring to breathe. Every knockout blow seemed lethal at the level of power they were wielding. "Starr?" she hissed between her...

The Reverse World. The place that had nearly killed Brisa. The difference was, this time she had her allies, a purpose, and a fancy pet rock. She'd named hers 'Luz'. It meant 'light'. Well, she'd survived it then, and she'd survive this. Even if there was a pair of creatures outside creation as...

Brisa grit her teeth hard enough to hurt, and clung tight to Starr. Just a little more bullshit left, and they'd be home. Not long now. Home soon. Home soon. 'Home.' Cibus wasn't home. It wasn't Starr's home. Or Astrid's. Or Curio's. Or hers. She told herself she just wanted to be back...

"That must be us!" exclaimed Brisa, desperate relief bleeding back into her voice. "We should hurry back. Oh, fallin'? I got no trouble with heights. As for my- my, uh. My friend, I have no idea, but she might as well remain unconscious for the trip. I hope your son won't mind carrying her."...

Brisa swallowed hard. Politeness was important. You didn't turn down hospitality. She glanced at Starr's sleeping form again, and decided that food poisoning could probably finish the litten off. "Thank you for this, Ma'am," she said with care, "but I fear our bodies work differently to yours...

"I am very hungry," answered Brisa, quietly, not sure whether her nod or her 'yes' or both had been taken for its opposite meaning. This was gonna give her such a headache. She waited until Boulder left to lay down and rub her face with her paws. Gods. Fuck. She just wanted to be back in Cibus...

Brisa nodded without hesitation. "Yes, Ma'am, we haven't eaten in some days. I appreciate your hospitality. And, ah, do call me Shinx if that's less discomfitin'. Or would a name like... 'Breccia' help me fit in around here?" Mud? Mud. Either it meant something different here, or it had...