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"Yeah, they wanna make sure kids don't get any stupid ideas and--" Starr paused, gears turning in her head. "Riiight... I guess your world doesn't have a pact if the Pokemon aren't smart." So humans could just do whatever the hell they wanted to Pokemon? Man, Team Rocket would have a field...

Nope, Starr wasn't hallucinating. That really was the Eternal Blacklight floating in front of Diyem, no longer looking like some kind of screwed-up amalgamation, but rather... a weird little ghostly Zorua. Bouncing excitedly like he was hype to be here despite getting blasted to pieces by...

Starr gave a nod and the two of them set off down the shaded path, with speckles of light shining down on them through the trees overhead. It was a good day for a walk. Nice and warm. "To be honest, I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to give him a good beatdown," Starr replied with a...

Starr sized up the massive wall of darkness encircling Diyem. "Hell of an obstacle," she conceded with a nod. But then her face split into a toothy grin. "Just means we'll have to pull out all the stops to tear it down."

Starr let out a snort as Cal vanished. "Is that how your sparring sessions usually end?" she asked Owen. At least void eternas were goddamn indestructible. It idly occurred to Starr that she'd barely done any battling with void eternas, both before and after their 'upgrades.' Sure, she'd...

Starr's tail swished idly back and forth as she wandered the familiar paths of Sundae Park, phone in one hand, hot dog in the other. She was planning to meet up with Brisa and Astrid later for some drinks later, but for now she had time to kill. Weird to think that there were only a few days...

Starr's chest tightened. Arcanine. Shot down before it could do a thing. Well... it was a stone evolution, so maybe it was really low level. Her own Arcanine was strong. Strong enough to take a few hits. Not that she'd ever need to. She had Extremespeed and Teleport. She'd be fine...

Starr blinked. "Uh. I wouldn't say immune, no." She shook her head. "But like, any mon worth their salt is gonna be strong enough to tank a few hits and turn a human into paste before you blink, you know? Yeah, they'll bleed, but like... unless you've got a really lucky shot, it's usually a...

Starr gave an impassive shrug. "Not much that humans can do to stand up to Pokemon either, if they feel like fucking shit up. Either way, we'd be using Pokemon to put a stop to it." Cities didn't start getting wiped off the map until after humans started screwing with the legends. Of course...

"Yeah, I don't have a fucking clue," Starr replied flatly, taking a long drink to wash down all the wing sauce. "Personally I'm more weirded out by the whole goddamn team being fictional. Shit's creepy." Was the boss a fictional character in Dave's world too? She didn't even want to know...

"Not like Cibus, no. You're not exactly gonna run into Zekrom at the grocery store back home," Starr said with a snort. It sure had taken a while to get used to that since moving to Destiny Village. "And yeah, we've got plenty of myths and stories and shit that isn't real, but the...

Well, that was one benefit to the whole worldjumping thing--no need to worry about keeping her friends' secrets when talking to someone from literally another goddamn universe who wouldn't even remember it anyway. "Yep," Starr replied with a dry laugh. "Sure was a fun surprise for me when I...

"They did," Starr replied simply. But that wasn't really how it had gone, was it? Ajia had given her about a million outs. "Well... it's more like, they're stuck with that mess either way. They didn't actually try to drag me into it or anything. But I'm not leaving them, so here we are."...

Starr let out an indifferent sigh. "Yeah, guess so." If that was all it was, it would've been easy. The previous nine months had been easy compared to all the Legendary bullshit that had sprung out of nowhere in the days before she'd been dragged to Cibus. "It's not like that's all I'm going...

Starr glanced away. "I mean yeah, obviously I like being with them, I just mean..." What did she mean? The distinction felt obvious, but trying to describe it was annoyingly hard. "...It's just different when no one here knew me back when I used to be... like that. My friends back home...

"I don't mean going around telling people about it," Starr replied with a grumble. "Obviously that'd sound stupid as all hell. I just mean, like..." She trailed off, struggling to find the right words. "If someday I could think back to a time when I actually did something right and made people...

"Mm," Starr replied noncommittally. "Yeah, I guess it's different if you've got something worth doing back home, even if it sucks. Versus someone like Brisa who's got nothing back home worth going back to." She ran a claw along the wood grain of the table, pensive. "But I guess... after the...

Starr cracked a bit of a grin. "I got pretty lucky with my evolution in that regard," she said, flexing her sauce-covered fingers before grabbing another wing. "Still miss my old body sometimes, though I'm not gonna pretend like I don't enjoy how strong this one is." She chewed for a bit...

Starr glanced up from the video she'd been watching on her badge in between munching on her usual order of hot wings. Huh, it was Dave. Not the person she'd expected (not that she was expecting anyone), but sure, why not. "Go for it," Starr replied, gesturing to the opposite side of the...

Starr held her breath as the dark hammer came down on Brisa... then exhaled as the golden light washed over her. Goddamn, he didn't even need to set up in order to kick their shit in. Still, they'd known going into this that playing defense was useless. Time to dish out some pain. "'Best...