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"I'm sore glad that you do," said Brisa. "And I'm sure the residents are too." She lounged back, sipping more cheri cider. She'd ruminated, at one point, about the shadow thoughts those two had expressed. But under this sun, seeing them at ease with each other, she couldn't think of a reason to...

Brisa swallowed. "Uhuh." Well, that potential contingency looked pretty flimsy after all. Still, maybe with the power of enough Blacklight... She shook her head clear. "It's too bad," she said, casually enough. "Might've solved some problems." She closed her eyes and soaked in the Paradise...

Brisa nodded. "It seems a runnin' theme fer Omen Heroes with human bodies that've passed away t'be 'stuck' the way they are. Figure there must be some reason Voices can't just magic up a replacement." Or create a human form for a born-'mon.

"Sure does," agreed Brisa. She took a sip of her drink. Shifting uncomfortably in her spot and biting her inner cheek, she considered the other thing she'd been wondering about. "It's sorta taken as a given that Voices can create pokémon bodies as vessels fer the souls of summoned humans," she...

Brisa didn't jump in straight away. It wouldn't do to be hasty. Instead, she quietly took three small bottles of cheri cider from her basket and offered two to her companions, tail flicking. "If you have yer memories, and ya behave the same way, do the same things, say the same things as...

Brisa winced, only slightly. "Reckon I just had the same hunch you did," she said, quietly. There was a moment of quiet. The sun over Paradise warmed her fur. The smell of the food they'd been consuming remained in the air. In the distance, someone laughed. All the while, Pine's other body...

Brisa thought carefully about what they told her. She remembered a sliver of information about one of the posse who'd faded back into their own world. Golett Ashwood. A former human. They'd said... That this universe had been a game where they came from. "Makes enough sense to me," she said...

"That's the rest of my official statline," said Brisa, not sure what else to say, or whether to be impressed or disturbed. "I'd bet money that the 'weird names' you're seein' are my Blacklight powers. Void Arcstrike, an' the like." Brisa scratched her cheek and furrowed her brow. "Y'can't just...

Brisa squinted at the haxorus. "That's my vitality score since the last time the Colo staff scanned me," she said, carefully. "You can just . . . tell?"

Brisa's brows rose. Now that was interesting. "Weird stuff, huh? Try me."

Brisa decided to assume this was simply Pine's unnerving, dysphemistic nature at work, rather than anything to worry about. Kudos to Nanab for not being bothered by it either. "You love her?" she asked, not feeling the need to be any less blunt than her companion. It came as a relief. It was...

"That's somethin' my pa said once," commented Brisa. "When I was five or six. Said he'd spent more time as a delphox than as a human." She wiped her mouth with the back of her paw and tilted her head. "T'gether as in workin' t'gether, or t'gether as in life partners?"

Brisa nodded her chin at Pine in an inquiring gesture. "You guys are pretty close, huh."

Brisa smiled and flicked her tail idly. Nanab was sweet. Good thing Pine seemed fond of her in return. "I dare say I'm well assured of our chances at this point," she drawled. "The stakes keep on risin', an' we keep on risin' t'meet the challenge." She raised a brow at Pine. "I suppose ya...

Brisa nodded, looking around at Paradise with a scrutinising gaze as she finished off her own helping of quiche. Delicious food was par for the course anywhere in Cibus, it seemed. Was pleasant weather the norm here, hence the name? "Makes a nice change fer me after months in DV," she remarked...