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Brisa flowed off the bench and into luxray form. "Sounds good. I still ain't been everywhere here, y'know? City's a big place." She shook her mane into shape and leaned down to offer Cynthian a spot on her shoulders. (The roserade had the shortest goddamn legs, was the thing...) "Where d'ya...

Brisa laughed, delighted by such a positive reaction. Cynthian just needed something to look forward to, huh. Who knew? "Well, even after all this time I'm no expert on the whole of this world, but I seen a few places worth visitin'. If you don't got intercontinental travel available...

Brisa chuckled at Cynthian's earnest turn. "Glad t'hear it, and good luck t'ya. As fer myself..." She sniffed, and smirked skyward. "I'm gonna go on a goddamn adventure. Visit someplace I've never been. Meet people that don't know the first thing about me. Win a real fight. Kiss a girl. Be...

"Fuck yeah," agreed Brisa, carefully shaking Cynthian by the petals. It was good to see a friend smile, when you were the one who'd brought them a little cheer. "So. What d'you expect you'll get up to once you're home, if you can be a li'l bolder than y'were before?"

Brisa nodded. She could relate. Although her fears were mostly about her circumstance, there was something to be said for dreading the loss of your better-developed self, and returning to a more fearful personality. "If you could grow as you've done on Cibus, you can do it again back home," she...

"Didn't y'hear? I live in the Colo these days," joked Brisa, returning the smile. "But yes, I got near-daily matches lined up. I'll be damned if I don't take every last minute fer what it's worth afore we go." But she'd been making comments like that aplenty to curious 'mon of late. She wanted...

"Fancy seein' you here, partner." Brisa padded around the bench, and after a moment's consideration, took biped form to make better use of the bench. It seemed called-for. She hadn't seen Cynthian in a while, but today's morning walk was somewhat delayed, and so the sun was high and strong...

Brisa chuckled. "I am a keeper of the peace back home. A ranger. Not an official one, though, and..." Why not? She could be a real ranger. Hell, a regional marshal. If she could fight the Eternal Blacklight and win, getting a goddamn badge was small potatoes, right? "Y'know what," she said...

Brisa chuckled. "Believe me, I ain't rootin' fer terrible things to happen just so's I can get a lick at 'em. I guess I just don't wanna be like half the Legends of Cibus, or like Pine when the Dark Matter crisis hit, stuck on the wrong continent. I want..." She pursed her mouth. There it was...

Brisa waggled a paw in a non-committal way. "Eh. There was some shit my parents dealt with, but if there were an evil entity at the heart of it, they didn't talk about it much. Given what I've picked up on Cibus, I wouldn't be surprised if it were an Omen event, so fer all I know, my Ma and Pa...

"Change is part of life," mused Brisa. "An' there're plenty kinds I'd say were always a good thing. Societal changes scare folks, though. Can't say I sympathise much with keepin' a society from changin' if it ain't perfect t'begin with, and I don't reckon there's such a thing as a perfect...

Brisa nodded, with a huff of amusement. "I dunno if I like it or not. Feels like if I let myself enjoy it, I'll stop bein' halfway worthy of it." She shrugged expansively. Big shrugs were one of the mundane pleasures of a biped body, especially one with such large fists. "How 'bout yerself...

Brisa shifted into her zeraora-esque body with barely a change in pace. "Grew up on folktales of Luz Escarpa, the Wanderin' Light, a zeraora sworn t'protect the region I'm native to. When I were a kit, I had dreams of one day takin' her mantle. Guess they were still inside me somewhere, seein'...

Brisa grinned. "I reckon there's more t'most people than's readily apparent. I live with my thoughts'n feelings pretty damn close t'the surface, an' folks still don't always exactly ken me." She gave a determined sigh. "Don't you worry 'bout me, big fella. If there's one thing you can be damn...

Brisa took longer than usual to chew that one over. Just when Ben might've been about to worry, she gave him a melancholy, wistful look. "Used to tell myself I were destined fer somethin' like that. Like my parents, y'know? Made sense. I had strength, I wanted to protect folks, 'course I'd end...

Brisa let the arcanine's muzzle touch her. Physical contact wasn't so rare these days as it had been, but it still provided a catharsis like no hard liquor could. "Y'know, it's funny. I used to care so much about impactin' the lives of others, even when the folks I was protectin' didn't care a...

Brisa offered Ben a smile as tired as she'd ever given. "Family are kinda the problem, fella. Ain't got nothin' to do with 'em these days, don't much want to, an' odds are good that won't change. An' if I could stay, I'd have the folks of Cibus. I'm close to a few of 'em." She sucked teeth for...

He was putting on a brave face, but dogs were rarely good at masking their feelings, and Ben was no exception. Did he think she couldn't see his tail? Bless. "I dunno how ready I am," she replied, softly. "To put it simply, I ain't got a soul in the whole damn world t'call 'friend' back home...

"Why doesn't Diyem's telepathy just translate it the same as the rest of what everyone says?" asked Brisa, frowning. She shook her head. "Whatever. I'll take yer word fer it. Ain't got much of a view of Kora yet, an' I don't expect I'll seek an audience with Gene after that pompous fucking...

Brisa's gut lurched. She'd get over it too, wouldn't she. She'd just . . . endure. Sky and stars, she knew she would. "Right." She steadied herself, trying to get enough fresh air into her lungs to quell the unease in her belly. "Who knows," she said, tail flicking unhappily. "Maybe the...