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Oh, fuck. She'd been assuming she would, but she'd never gone this hard before. What if she didn't?
"Yeah, definitely," she lied.
"Yeah, definitely," she lied.
Poppin' Arms ~ Cafeteria
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Brisa wasn't a very good liar.
Starr rested her chin on the back of her paw, mulling over her nest response. She finally settled on: "What'd you say you were planning on doing next?"
Starr rested her chin on the back of her paw, mulling over her nest response. She finally settled on: "What'd you say you were planning on doing next?"
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Brisa had a feeling Starr wasn't really asking, but she didn't know what better to do than make a straightforward reply...
"Uh, more drill," Brisa reminded her. "Uh . . . you're better'n anyone else at that, I'd love fer ya t'join me–"
"Uh, more drill," Brisa reminded her. "Uh . . . you're better'n anyone else at that, I'd love fer ya t'join me–"
"Yeah, no," Starr said flatly, taking a long sip from her drink. "I already did my training for the day. And I know you did too, you were practicing up until the tournament."
But of course Brisa would probably try to act like that was totally fine. Nothing wrong at all with burning herself so hard into the ground that she could barely function.
But of course Brisa would probably try to act like that was totally fine. Nothing wrong at all with burning herself so hard into the ground that she could barely function.
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"Yeah, I..."
Maybe she was training too hard. She was training harder than anyone, even her fellow training junkies. And she felt like shit for it. Gods.
"You're right... I wouldn't've done this much battlin' in a day, ever, before now. Maybe this shit really is doin' a number on me, sky an' stars. Guess I jus' dunno what else t'do with myself."
Maybe she was training too hard. She was training harder than anyone, even her fellow training junkies. And she felt like shit for it. Gods.
"You're right... I wouldn't've done this much battlin' in a day, ever, before now. Maybe this shit really is doin' a number on me, sky an' stars. Guess I jus' dunno what else t'do with myself."
Starr put a paw to her forehead. "Right, of course." Goddammit why'd she have to be right. But at least on the plus side, Brisa wasn't trying to deny it.
She took a deep breath and asked, "Is there anything that will literally catch fire in the next two hours if you're not there?"
She took a deep breath and asked, "Is there anything that will literally catch fire in the next two hours if you're not there?"
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"No, I . . . guess not?" she answered, ears lowering a little.
Was Starr just giving her a piece of rhetoric, or building up to some suggestion? Was... Was she going to set something on fire...?
"What... What're ya talkin' about?"
Was Starr just giving her a piece of rhetoric, or building up to some suggestion? Was... Was she going to set something on fire...?
"What... What're ya talkin' about?"
Well, that answered that, then. Starr nodded decisively and stood up from her seat. "Cool, then you need to do something for fun that takes zero effort. We're gonna go watch a shitty movie."
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"What under th'fuckin' sky is a shitty movie."
Starr clapped a paw to her face. "Oh my god." This girl needed to live. Also how the hell was Starr supposed to explain it...
"Uhh, they have like, theaters where you're from, right? With actors on stage?" When Brisa nodded, Starr went on: "Right, it's like that except recorded with a camera like the ones in our badges, so you can watch it on a screen. We're gonna find something stupid and trash talk it the whole way through and feel a hell of a lot less stressed, alright?"
"Uhh, they have like, theaters where you're from, right? With actors on stage?" When Brisa nodded, Starr went on: "Right, it's like that except recorded with a camera like the ones in our badges, so you can watch it on a screen. We're gonna find something stupid and trash talk it the whole way through and feel a hell of a lot less stressed, alright?"
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Okay, so a recording of a stage play. That sounded like a marvel enough, one of Cibus' many technological innovations in culture and entertainment. It could be a pleasure to watch one of those with a good friend. It wasn't gonna do anything to help, though, if Starr thought she needed rest, she could sleep or something...
"Huh. Okay, uh–"
Wind and weather, though. She just missed hanging out with Starr so goddamn badly.
"Yeah. Yeah, sounds good. Let's do it."
"Huh. Okay, uh–"
Wind and weather, though. She just missed hanging out with Starr so goddamn badly.
"Yeah. Yeah, sounds good. Let's do it."
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Brisa fetched snacks and drinks from the cafeteria counter, and Starr went ahead to prepare the dorm lounge. When Brisa arrived, the torracat had already thrown out any residents, found some Cibus production to watch on the wall-mounted screen Brisa had long-ignored, and slung herself over the couch. Brisa joined her, biting her tongue rather than ask any of the insistent questions in her head about how movies worked. It clearly wasn't a recorded stage play, the camera work proved the sets were huge, or illusory, or just straight up real places. And there was no audience present.
Just being on the couch together made her feel better. Watching the movie—which was not at all like a theatre performance!—was weirdly fascinating (They acted like real people, doing real things! No shouting or wild gestures!) but the whole time she was torn between the idea that extra training might make a difference and save a life in the coming fight (although Starr would kill her before she could leave to do so) and the idea that if she was here, she may as well get close to Starr.
She probably could. Starr touched her pretty often, though not usually to hug her.
Starr wouldn't push her away, right?
...
She rested her shoulder, then her head, against Starr's flank. That, at least, seemed acceptable to Starr. It was good enough for Brisa.
By the time they finished the movie, Brisa realised she had tears running down her face. She could hardly remember the plot, she was so engrossed in seeing pokémon behave like real people, real people actually feeling despair and love and fear and joy and heartbreak.
"I ain't ever seen anythin' like that before," she said, her voice badly choked up. "And y'say I can watch it again any time?"
Just being on the couch together made her feel better. Watching the movie—which was not at all like a theatre performance!—was weirdly fascinating (They acted like real people, doing real things! No shouting or wild gestures!) but the whole time she was torn between the idea that extra training might make a difference and save a life in the coming fight (although Starr would kill her before she could leave to do so) and the idea that if she was here, she may as well get close to Starr.
She probably could. Starr touched her pretty often, though not usually to hug her.
Starr wouldn't push her away, right?
...
She rested her shoulder, then her head, against Starr's flank. That, at least, seemed acceptable to Starr. It was good enough for Brisa.
By the time they finished the movie, Brisa realised she had tears running down her face. She could hardly remember the plot, she was so engrossed in seeing pokémon behave like real people, real people actually feeling despair and love and fear and joy and heartbreak.
"I ain't ever seen anythin' like that before," she said, her voice badly choked up. "And y'say I can watch it again any time?"
"Yeah? Don't tell me you actually wanna watch it again?" Starr asked, stifling a laugh. "I can't get over how bad that acting was, and the leads were total idiots and I swear they could have avoided the entire plot if they'd just had a fucking conversation." But Brisa was in tears and Starr was having a hard time holding back her laughter and honestly, she was glad to see Brisa taking it easy for once.
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"Thunder, Starr. If that was a bad movie, yer gonna have to show me a good one," said Brisa, grinning behind her tears. "Hey, let's fuckin' celebrate kickin' Joule's teeth in that way, huh?"
Judging by the look on Starr's face, she'd like nothing more.
Judging by the look on Starr's face, she'd like nothing more.
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[R10] Spiky-Headed Familiars (Mia and Ivy)
Mia sat and ate at the cafeteria. She still couldn't do it for real, but she wanted to anyway, and there was no reason not to, when the God Squad was paying.
She'd bought a hotdog. It was not as good as the ones at the hotdog stand Dave usually took her to back home. She sat and ate it slowly. Maybe she could train later. Or now while he wasn't there she could go out of town. She could do whatever she wanted. That was nice.
She'd bought a hotdog. It was not as good as the ones at the hotdog stand Dave usually took her to back home. She sat and ate it slowly. Maybe she could train later. Or now while he wasn't there she could go out of town. She could do whatever she wanted. That was nice.
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When the morning sun rose the other day, Ivy took it upon herself to find others she could cheer up. From what she heard from Icetales, there were other wandering familiars like herself who'd lost their partners, so she put them first on her list.
Ivy however had no idea who the other familiars she hadn't met were. She herself was barely a week old since she first emerged, and everyone aside from Soul, Luzy, big bird and a few others were practically strangers.
Thinking made her nonexistent brain hurt, so Ivy figured she'd run into someone eventually. A pleasant scent tickled her senses during her stroll, and she followed it while drooling till it led her to the cafeteria. There was another familiar there just like her! Ivy had seen them before, but never had a chance to talk. Weren't they always with that... Puppy? Oh, the puppy had died too just like Cynthian..
"Hi! I'm Ivy! How are you feeling?" Ivy immediately asked after approaching the other familiar. If they were sad, then it was up to Ivy to help them out!
Ivy however had no idea who the other familiars she hadn't met were. She herself was barely a week old since she first emerged, and everyone aside from Soul, Luzy, big bird and a few others were practically strangers.
Thinking made her nonexistent brain hurt, so Ivy figured she'd run into someone eventually. A pleasant scent tickled her senses during her stroll, and she followed it while drooling till it led her to the cafeteria. There was another familiar there just like her! Ivy had seen them before, but never had a chance to talk. Weren't they always with that... Puppy? Oh, the puppy had died too just like Cynthian..
"Hi! I'm Ivy! How are you feeling?" Ivy immediately asked after approaching the other familiar. If they were sad, then it was up to Ivy to help them out!
Mia tilted her head. "Hello. Are you Cynthian's familiar?"
She had never talked to Cynthian before, but Dave had mentioned he came from a world with genetics, and that Roselia worked differently in his world. And then Brisa had said Cynthian was a girl now. But now she was dead, for a while, like Dave, so that was probably why Ivy was alone.
She had never talked to Cynthian before, but Dave had mentioned he came from a world with genetics, and that Roselia worked differently in his world. And then Brisa had said Cynthian was a girl now. But now she was dead, for a while, like Dave, so that was probably why Ivy was alone.
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"Yes, Ivy is with Cynthian... or was. Ivy is fine though. What about you?" Ivy asked with an unflinching smile.
In truth it confused her a bit how calm the other familiar was. Had someone else already cheered her up? Ivy didn't know what to do if someone had already done that, so she stood there staring awkwardly.
In truth it confused her a bit how calm the other familiar was. Had someone else already cheered her up? Ivy didn't know what to do if someone had already done that, so she stood there staring awkwardly.
"I'm fine," Mia said. "The hotdog isn't as good as the hotdogs I liked in my world. Does your world have hotdogs?"
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"What's a hot dog?" Ivy asked with a slow blink.
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