unrepentantAuthor
A cat that writes stories.
Brisa contained a growl in her throat at Diyem's mention of taking Owen down. The way Cibus seemed to 'work', fighting him was absolutely on the table. And Bahamut, for all his avodacy of ruthlessness to date, had taken action to help preserve Owen if possible. His odds weren't so bad just yet.
"What're we lookin' at?" she asked. "Bahamut, y'mentioned this thing takin' the form of an Ultra Stone in the mind's eye. That any indication that there's an Ultra Stone causin' this on the physical plane...?"
They could have to do any number of mad things to help Owen at this point. Call out to him. Beat him up. Go inside his fucking brain. Whatever was needed, Brisa would be ready.
"What're we lookin' at?" she asked. "Bahamut, y'mentioned this thing takin' the form of an Ultra Stone in the mind's eye. That any indication that there's an Ultra Stone causin' this on the physical plane...?"
They could have to do any number of mad things to help Owen at this point. Call out to him. Beat him up. Go inside his fucking brain. Whatever was needed, Brisa would be ready.