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"The Hero, fer instance," suggested Brisa. "Upscale, but still serves hearty food. No prissy fine dinin' bullshit." Her eyes glinted. "If that takes yer fancy, then it's a date."

Karma, huh? Brisa shrugged agreeably. She'd first heard the word from one of the humans on Cibus. Dave, maybe? Or Soda? What a concept. "There we go – I've come to appreciate a certain hue of optimism. Dunno if karma is at work in my homeworld, but I guess we'll find out, huh. In the meantime...

Brisa nodded, having expected as much. "Don't look so glum, partner. I'm keepin' my chin up. So can you." She smiled at her companion with an expression of put-on resolve. "I'm lucky, see? Not everyone gets the chances I have. I'm done feelin' sorry fer myself. And... Whether anythin' comes of...

Brisa froze up for a second as her heart jumped in her chest. "Y'better not be jokin', partner. 'Cause if not, I'm countin' on seein' you again someday." A million other thoughts raced through her mind, not least of which was learning this same power for herself and using it. To get away, to...

Brisa's ears perked. "You're serious? Didn't realise you could just . . . look fer worlds besides yers an' Mike's. You in favour with yer Voice or somethin'?"

Brisa laughed at Aria and dismissed the notion with a wave of her paw. "Jokin' aside, if I did meetcha in my world, I think I'd be thrilled t'meet someone with remotely the same experience an' demeanour as myself, whatever the power discrepancy. Besides, gimme enough time, and I'm sure I'll...

"So yer only peers are immortals who ain't much fer socialisin', an' everyone else is scared shitless or kept at a distance," summarised Brisa, her ears dropping back a little in sympathy. "Mike's yer human partner, right? I'm glad y'have someone, at least." Brisa offered Aria a fatigued grin...

"The deep end, as in, professional heroics at the high end of cosmic significance?" asked Brisa, raising a brow. "I kinda figured yer job weren't so different from the way I've spent the past year. Was even kinda envious. How does yer 'regular' life differ so much from the kinda stuff we've each...

Brisa skewed her mouth and nodded grimly. "Yeah, I... I started thinkin' that, privately. That maybe after I got back home, the best thing would be to stop wantin' to be around people. Cibus' Legendary guardians are psychologically capable of that, an' there's even a zeraora on this world who's...

"You're like me in that regard too, huh? No matter how much grief folks give me, it feels like I'm always givin' out extra chances. I, uh... I wouldn't have the friends and lover that I do now if that weren't true, so I guess I'm doin' somethin' right, there." She grinned. "I reckon if you stop...

"Sure fuckin' hope so," replied Brisa, forcing a dry grin. "So long as the memories don't all come floodin' back at some awful time. Would hate to vividly recall Starr all of a sudden in the middle of layin' with some gal back home." She hoped that using humour to cover pain would be something...

Brisa scoffed at the flirtatious joking, and blew Aria a sarcastic kiss in reply, then her expression softened as Aria gave a more serious reason for being here. "Honestly, I'm fine," she replied, evenly. "Yeah, that other gal I'm goin' back to bein', Luxio Brisa Escarpa... She's got a hell of...

Brisa gave Aria a measured, dry, slightly concerned look. "Gotcha. I'd be cautious too, with that much weight on me." It was an unpleasant thought, and in an attempt to dispel it, she launched a casual punch that sent another of the dummies flying. Flash-step over. Punch again. Step back, catch...

Brisa tilted her head. "Sure. We got somethin' like it. You're gonna tell me there's some kinda 'type advantage' thing in yer world as relates to divine power?"

Brisa blew air from her nose and skewed her mouth. "The only stakes as interest you are so high? Or is that a reflection of power scalin' in yer homeworld? All the strong motherfuckers are too strong?" She drummed her claws on a dummy and thought for a moment about how Owen had described his...

"Oh yeah? How's that?" Brisa raised a brow at this. They'd had such a great sparring match, and from what little she'd heard during their intense (if banter-filled) training sessions between the Miracle fight and the assault on the Blacklight, Aria's culture didn't have the same taboos and...

"Yeah, I keep petitionin' to fight Pop, but he don't seem none too keen, so I guess I can chalk that up as a surrender," joked Brisa. "Honestly, if y'told me ya had a way fer me to stay here, just kickin' ass professionally at the Colo, I'd take it." It'd hurt like hell to lose the rest of the...

Brisa's face broke into a smile at her new friend's quip. She turned and padded over, slow-blinking amiably. "Aria. Good t'see ya. No fan meetups, that stuff ain't really my style. Just said g'bye to my last remainin' combat student. Been doin' final assessments fer those as've been with me a...

There. That was the last one. Her final student's final lesson. It had been so ordinary, she'd almost forgotten the significance of the event while she drilled the kid on proper breath regulation while using priority moves. Her last lesson was just a Quick Attack practice. Mundane as it got. She...

Brisa chuckled drily. Soon enough, they would be. But for now? "Seeya round, friend. Take care." <><><><><>