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'Til next time.

"I'm so proud of you both," Brisa breathed amidst that last hug. She looked at the other gals, two of her best friends, her loves. Her ice and her fire. She pressed her muzzle to Astrid's forehead and Starr's cheek, and sighed. She'd miss them. There was nothing left but to finish it. "It's...

Brisa chuckled, and gave Aria a peck on the cheek to match the other from the other day. "You take care, partner. You best believe I mean t'see you again. Us demihuman striker gals with too much strength fer other folks've gotta stick t'gether, right?" A wordless grin was exchanged between...

Brisa laughed, and jumped to hug Aria tight. "If Y'ain't jokin', then sure. I'm... I'm in good spirits, partner."

"Proud of you too," she said, chuckling. "You don't gotta worry 'bout me. That's a promise." She gave Dave one last hug, one last jolt of Radiance, and waved goodbye. Then, it was time to trail around as others were doing, in her own style. Shaking paws or offering hugs, as appropriate. Giving...

Brisa grinned at Dave and bumped her head against his shoulder. "I'm just about ready," she growled, softly. "Ain't thrilled about it, but I've got all the closure I need. This... All of this... It was a singular experience. I'm proud of it. You oughta be, too." She leaned against him, and...

Brisa chuckled. "That's fair. A year ago this'd've been my fuckin' nightmare." She looked around, and smiled. "Sky and stars," she began, then trailed off. A moment. A sigh. "I'm glad I got t'know you, Dad."

Luz had said her goodbye to Brisa privately already. Since the Eterna Storm, they'd spent a little time together most days, quietly adjusting to being themselves, together, in preparation for being themselves, apart. They were so different in ways that only mattered because of similar they were...

Brisa loped in a little after the bulk of the crowd. Just like old times. She'd spent her final few hours with Starr and Astrid, naturally. They'd had enough drills and battles. They deserved a bit of time to relax, reminisce, share some drinks and revel a little. Astrid was with her when she...

Brisa nodded solemnly. She caught a glimpse of Owen's expression and wondered if he was probably harbouring similar thoughts to herself. And there it was, the projection. Brisa had spent hardly any time around Nate, but she knew that his familiar was always telling him what to do and scolding...

Brisa eyed Nate for a reaction. "So, prior to that experimentation, you'd set up a tidy li'l reality of torture and despair fer countless souls. An' here y'are, subsequent to that treatment, responsible fer sparin' another world from a sim'lar fate. Quite the turnaround, Chief." She wondered...

Brisa contemplated Diyem's past, not for the first time. Now, in front of teammates and bystanders, wasn't her choice of time and place to discuss it with him, but here he was, discussing it. "How'd yer own dormancy end, once you 'won', chief?" she asked, evenly enough.

Brisa made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a growl. "Chief, ain't things worked out enough times fer you t'consider that good outcomes ain't vanishingly unlikely?" She thought of how she'd been so sure that Diyem and Maple could be allies, and how she'd been goddamn right about that, and...

Brisa clenched a fist, and felt everything inside her tighten into a knot that might never come undone. "What aid d'you intend to render to ensure that such measures ain't necessary?" she asked, quietly.

Alongside Koa came Brisa, straight from the Colosseum and brimming with combat pep. But Diyem had warned against confrontation. So, no fucking confrontation, then. Saltriv and Dill were cowering by Diyem's home, evidently at a loss for how to interact with a fucking bureaucrat. Koa, of all...

She'd have to talk to Pine properly one of these days. She'd been meaning to for awhile. Always too many things to do... And she'd just been planning on taking Owen to the bunker to give him some breathing room. Although he did look like he was enjoying that cake. "If y'got lessons, I would be...

Brisa nodded, and made a small noise in her throat. "I've come t'know Thyme well enough, and I've had occasion t'meet Pine an' Bone. Not so much Pita. I know the gist. I know their situations are different t'my own." She frowned, and wondered if it would be acceptable to take more cake. She...

Brisa winced a little, but the cake took the edge off it, and she knew a comment like that would be inevitable. "It's a fair point, ma'am. But even temporarily, even if I forget it after, I wanna have somethin' like that at least once in my life." She hummed, and tapped a claw against her...

"Impressive trick y'got there," said Brisa, with a low whistle. "Wonder if y'could teach me a thing or two 'bout electricity manipulation." Oh, yeah. Advice. Brisa took a smaller centre piece and enjoyed its smell and warmth for a moment while she spoke. "My apologies if'n this sounds a li'l...

"Cibus has the most remarkable culinary tradition," said Brisa, smiling. If Owen was hungry and underindulged, this would help. "If'n y'all don't mind, I'd like to shelve that one 'til Owen and I take our concerns to the chief. Might be wise to have Pop join us fer that one, and perhaps a...