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"Noted." Brisa motioned with her head to Dave to follow her out, and bit back a torrent of bile and thunder. Would anything make this bastard afraid? What if she just shocked him until he fucking screamed. How about then. I thought y'weren't a violent animal. Brisa snarled at herself, and...

Brisa's gaze didn't leave Giovanni just yet. She lingered. Imagined what it would be like to crush his windpipe under her paw. Was there anything to say? There was much to ask, but Giovanni was sharp. He would learn more than her and give away less than her from almost any question she could...

Brisa allowed herself a miniscule smirk, her jaw tense even as she did. It was too early—and their ignorance was too severe—to be confident about anything, but at least Giovanni was on the back foot. And Starr was telegraphing that she was the one in that position, even with Brisa and Dave...

Or we could end yer wretched life here, before you do worse harm to worlds elsewhere. You've forfeit all good faith already. So much fer guaranteed success, when we have you beaten down an' captured. You've failed, an' we'll keep it that way. Vague allusions an' conjecture are nothin' of...

Starr knew what she was doing. There was a world of difference between the wild fury Starr had shown just as she'd become a torracat and the sheer focus she was showing now. She'd got a grip. Good. It wasn't enough to let her relax, but it was enough to keep her hackles down and her teeth...

Brisa's loping gait turned into a run as she approached the Guild from the park. Starr hadn't texted back a reply acknowledging that Brisa was coming, and she couldn't help imagining spies storming the cells or Giovanni pulling some bullshit scheme, or– or something! She muscled past some...

Brisa loped from Sundae Park back towards the guild with her jaw set hard. Starr standing guard on Giovanni was one hell of a step up from her dreading laying eyes on him—hell, Brisa was damn proud of her friend—but it sure didn't sit right, the idea of Starr waiting there, alone, in silence...

Brisa's gaze snapped from Karat to Starr, and her radiant fury gave way to sharp confusion. "Wait, I... Starr–!" But she followed anyway, stifling her protest and staring at her forepaws. No thoughts were left in her head, just her thumping pulse.

He flinched. He fucking knew she had a point. Brisa pulled her upper lip back in a snarl that sparked with light. "There it is. You know I'm right, and you know I got conviction, but yer stoic facade is just too fuckin' precious fer you to concede a goddamn point, so you belittle my pain."...

Brisa's crackling mane tamped down a touch as she recalled her conversation with Diyem, not so long ago. "He showed me an avatar to speak to, to alleviate the sufferin' I feel from telepathy. He acknowledged that my father wronged me. He let me know, in his own cynical way, that I was exceedin'...

Brisa scoffed. "Diyem is trying to redeem himself. To be more'n his origins 'n' his base nature. If'n we all had yer attitude towards him, his efforts would already be over. I'm prepared to give the sinister sonofabitch a chance and yer goddamn arbitration ain't dissuadin' me." She ought to...

Brisa seethed. She could practically feel her Bright Arclight racing across her fur, and suppressed it with a clenched jaw. Whatever the fuck Seyka was saying as she chewed on Karat's words, she didn't hear it. "You think you have it all figured out," she said, her voice sharp. "You think you...

Brisa huffed. "That's all a given already. 'Course, those ain't even an exhaustive list of ways the fucker could be spyin' on us." She glanced at the skarmory. Goddamnit, Seyka. Not helpful. The bird was reminding her of Luz right now, in the worst possible fucking way. "Anyway. I ain't...

Brisa scowled. What was it with powerful psychics and not having the first fucking clue how people actually worked?? "Nice try, Karat. That don't come as any kinda surprise t'me. I ain't even countin' Starr among the suspects, and I don't intend to start now. Why don't you try an angle I might...

Brisa chewed her cheek. "Yeah, that all about tracks. Some of that we knew or'd guessed. ...My gut says that 'radiant component' is poor Joule. Which means perhaps we can still save him..." She shook her head and met Karat's eye. "We'll do our best to get th'rest of yer allies free of him safe...

Brisa scoffed. "If we're spies of Giovanni, then you don't got anythin' to lose from explainin' why yer fightin' him. Either we already know, in which case it ain't exactly a leak of information, or we don't, in which case you might persuade us to turn against him." She glanced at Starr. There...

Brisa nodded. "We're already aware that yer also opposed to Giovanni. You oughta be helpin' us nab the bastard, instead of meddlin' with us by way of that sorry sonofabitch lucario. Would you mind explainin' yer agenda, t'begin with? We can see eye to eye all the sooner if'n we know what drives ya."

Brisa flicked an ear irritably. This was going to be yet another difficult interaction in the space of less than 48 hours, and just looking at Karat reminded her of Giovanni, of being held in his telekinetic grip, of seeing the fear and hatred in Starr's face... "To question you. Your run-ins...

Capitals, she could live without. Punctuation, though. That was a sticking point. Starr's help secured, Brisa set about pacing in the lobby for her friend to arrive. She had too many things in her aching head to determine which of her feelings related to the upcoming questioning and which...