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Brisa beamed, and closed her eyes to savour the moment. This unexpected meeting was something she hadn't realised she'd needed. And now she had the perfect opponent for Starr and Astrid to join her against... "I want nothin' short of yer full splendour, ma'am," she said, firmly. "Anythin'...

Brisa bore Lugia's demonstration with stoic determination, focused on measuring the power on display, and paid as close attention as she could to Lugia's technique, watching to see if this were a suite of moves on display or some idiosyncratic ability she'd developed. Even as she analysed, even...

Lugia's warning put a thrill in Brisa's blood. How strong was she, uncorrupted and facing off against a mere three mortals? "It'd be a privilege and a pleasure to battle you, win or lose," said Brisa, sparks crackling in her mane. "But I'll do my utmost to win. Even if I gotta dig deep and go...

Brisa grinned. Tenacity in the face of defeat, joining with your opponents to get stronger? Best way to deal with life. "You know, I'm goin' up against Team Drumstick in the Colosseum right soon. I gather they're not as strong as they were, but I'm sure it'll be quite a fight! And now I find...

Decades, huh? A whole mortal lifespan, potentially. "If he only trains with you, you'll always have an edge over him," offered Brisa. "He oughta take some more challengers in the colosseum. Although, by now there're a few in the posse who might have it in 'em to take him on, I expect. We're a...

"Pop? I'd believe it. That fella is a thoughtful, considerate sort t'be sure. I like him more'n well enough." Brisa was half expecting to generate some offense. Laughter was a more pleasant surprise still. Felt kinda good, getting that kind of response from a 'mon like this. She thought of what...

Brisa chuckled slightly. "Y'don't strike me as one to rely on anyone but yerself, no." It felt fucking weird relating to a god and finding herself wanting to give advice that she herself was barely able to take. What the hell would Lugia think of her? But things were going fine so far. And they...

Brisa made a sympathetic grimace. "Sounds like my former life. Never a day off, and responsibility fer folks' safety ended with me. 'Course, someone else could take over, nothin' stoppin' that but fer that I never felt like I could force the issue. Even the weeks without incident were no less...

Brisa tried picturing the 'mon in front of her as an aggron – it wasn't so hard, actually. Serious, stoic, and tough as nails. Her personality matched the species' reputation. "You talk about the change t'come in terms of yer duty to the world," said Brisa, carefully, conscious of herself...

Brisa considered that. Details of lives long-passed being lost to the powers of recollection seemed to be a recurring problem for ancients like Lugia. What did that do to a person? Was it something the Wandering Light could speak of...? "Making an entirely new life does sound daunting,"...

Brisa responded with a wry grin. "My original body is unsightly-powerful, but I ain't exactly celebrated fer strength back home. I dunno about fear. Maybe . . . resent, is the right word. I resent that I gotta look forward t'that. I wanna do what I'm good at fer the sake of those as I can help...

Brisa sat down as well, and the Radiance faded. Her every follicle stung, but the tension from before had left her. Worthwhile, all things considered. And that was, in a way, a compliment from a Legend that she'd just received. She smiled a little at that. "Y'have my word that I'll do my utmost...

Brisa didn't dispell the energy within and around her just yet. Who knew if Lugia would keep testing her? "Thank you, ma'am," she said, taking a neutral stance that could work for attentive listening while also permitting quick response to further strikes. "Though I weren't expectin' t'be set...

What the fuck— Radiance came without conscious thought, her unfiltered intent to survive overriding everything else. She tried to dodge, too, of course, but the golden shield around her couldn't hurt. Though this technique sure hurts, don't it? Especially when you use it alone. But who was...

The pebble beach was a good place to brood. If you wanted to keep away from things for a bit, avoid half the team, get some time alone... Hard to go wrong with a forbidding location like this. Plus there were often storms. If Brisa ever really needed to let loose, she could probably duel one...

Brisa smiled as she accepted the gummi and pocketed it in her satchel. "I'd be glad t'call ya my friend, partner. Til the day we leave Cibus, may we have each other's backs." like Astrid and I have each other's backs? "Say, why don't we have a battle sometime? That's the best way to get...

I'll hug the entire team at once if I have to! There was something in Saltriv's words and passion that made Brisa think of herself. "I'd care t'see that, partner. I can tell you've got a good heart. Keep it safe, even when things get tough, y'hear?"

Brisa froze at the unexpected touch, then shuddered with emotional tension, then, gradually, relaxed and let out a long, juddery sigh of catharsis. She gave the vine a sort of light pat with one paw. "Thanks for yer support, partner. But really, I'll be fine and there's folks in the posse what...

Brisa huffed. For someone who'd spent four years as a near-total hermit, she talked about her feelings plenty. "If anythin', I'm already too earnest about my feelings," she replied. "I embarrassed myself when we were comin' up with a plan t'keep Sword safe. I lashed out at Soda the minute we...

Brisa grimaced. Bahamut. That ancient fucking psychic tyrant who thought he knew better than everyone. Like an absurdly aged, emotionally dulled counterpart to Jesse. What an insufferable sonofabitch. "Bahamut has his reasons for wanting to dust anyone who could threaten the peace, but I'll...