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Brisa nodded firmly, satisfied that she'd done what she could. "Appreciate the apt suggestions, Nate," she drawled. "And, ah, nice one usin' Radiance fer th'first time. Good to see." She turned to head out, feeling mostly like she needed rest, and maybe a shower. The sludge coming off the...

"Nope." She grit her teeth. Remembered how badly Owen's parasite had hurt her. Your eternal truth. "But it's important. An' nobody else can do it."

Brisa sighed heavily. "I don't relish the task, but I can't help but think, over an' over, that I wanna try communicatin' with my Whiplash again." It hadn't done her any favours last time, but it had spoken to her...

Brisa's hackles rose a little automatically, and she bit back an invective-filled retort about how the parasites literally caused their hosts to frenzy against their friends and show their unmitigated worst sides. She shuddered. "Stone's a good shout. Let's try it."

"Howdy Nate, Rocky," said Brisa. "We're seein' if we can learn anythin' from these critters." She turned round to look at the new arrivals, and rubbed her chin. Those two each had their way of coming up with creative solutions to problems. Maybe they could help. "We got a bright idea deficit...

"Owen has plenty of inner turmoil to trouble him," replied Brisa. "Then again, I suppose just about everyone must do. Even the shaymin could be Shadowed." She turned to Chip and cocked her head. "So, what d'you suggest, fella?"

"Well that's fuckin' disturbin'," muttered Brisa. She thought for a second, brow furrowing in consternation. "Don't suppose bein' possessed of sufficient peace an' positivity would act as a shield against 'em, by any chance?"

"Have y'tried offerin' 'em other kinds of sustenance?" asked Brisa, still staring at the creatures. "Have y'put Red in th'same space as 'em, t'see if he can commune with 'em same as 'mon? What about exposin' 'em to various elemental an' exotic energies?" Her claws tensed as she recalled the...

Brisa shuddered, Radiance cascading off her fur. She winced at the searing pain in her skin, but at least she could put up a shield in a flash. She briefly considered volunteering for Chip's testing, remembered Starr spewing invective and raining down fire on her, and reconsidered. "Vicious...

"I wonder how they behave when they ain't saturated with Blacklight corruption," thought Brisa out loud. She walked up to the glass and watched their movements, wondering if she'd react fast enough if one made a break for her.

Brisa kept eyeing Dave, hoping her help would make a difference for him, playing out the merits of removing all alcohol from the house. It wasn't fun worrying about him, but at least it was grounding. "Howdy, Lexx," she said, quietly, wondering whether the familiar gave much of a shit about how...

"Alright, partner. Thank ye kindly fer yer time, an' good luck with yer inventions." Luz gave a respectful nod to Zekrom and a lazy wave to Chip, and left, dragging Lexx along with her. That boy really was his own creature, huh? Speaking to Chip had reassured her a little, but it was...

"Well, fella, it comes as a genuine relief that the lab is so secure! I just sure hope y'ain't underestimatin' God Squad. But hey, you don't seem none too concerned one of them might be spyin' fer that mewtwo, Chip. Ain'tcha even surprised I'd levy a suspicion like that?"

Luz nodded along with Chip's elaboration, keeping an eye on Lexx, who seemed to have become distracted by Chip's laboratory items. "I see. Well, we're pretty sure that one of Giovanni's moles is a God Squaddie. You said they can show up. Do they? An' could they sneak in if they wanted to?" She...

Luz put a digit to her mouth for a moment. "Well, if'n there's anyone whose help would be of real use, maybe we can persuade them an' Reshiram to work somethin' out. It's fer the sake of the world, after all. So, the lab's restricted to most folks, huh? Who else even has access besides yerself...

Luz held her hands up appeasingly. "Relax, fella. Y'ain't the only 'mon I'm talkin' to today about how things're gettin' on. Say, if yer so run ragged, is there any help y'could do with havin'? Any problems we can sort out fer ya?"

"We're tryin' to learn all we can about what Giovanni's up to, fella! And ain't you somethin' like the world's foremost technologist besides yer busy, busy boss? Who else are we gonna ask about all this stuff, seein' as we don't have technicians in the team as such? No offence, Lexx. Anyway...

"A big blast, huh? What're y'sayin', that if Giovanni exerts himself with a lotta psychic power, we'll get a fix on his position?" "Hang fire, did ya say we were replicatin' an' fakin' signals? Thought it was just our mysterious Maple impostor."

Luz nodded. "Sure. In tracin' the message, did ya find a way to prevent that kinda trick bein' pulled on us again?" She scratched her chin. Chip wasn't one for creature comforts, apparently. "Say, partner," she drawled, "you must've gotten yer paws—appendages?—on plenty of Giovanni's gear by...

"Well, partner, have you made any headway findin' any leads on that fake badge message, the one that screwed up things fer the team a while back? Somethin' 'bout a spoofed ID? I ain't altogether comfortable with this world's technology or anythin'. Must be the time of yer life, gettin' to work...