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The vibe around Destiny Village was pretty chill. Lots of people still taking it easy after the big fight. A bit of training here and there, but nothing too serious yet. Well, things would probably start getting a bit more serious once the date got closer to the big fight. But until then...

Logging 6 hours of writing Stat Points HP: 32 Stm: 125 Atk: 135

'No regrets.' Yeah, maybe that'd mean something if Starr didn't have about a million more regrets than most people. Not that Ben needed to know that. And she was all set to just say 'sure' without caring if it was true, but then... There'd been a time when she'd thought that being on Cibus...

Owen... tentacles. Starr probably could have gone without that detail. Still, she couldn't help giving a small chuckle. "Yeah, thought so." It was pretty obvious he'd been attached to them. Even if Starr's initial assessment of the other team as batshit was apparently right on the money...

Starr blinked at him, taken aback. It wasn't a question she'd ever thought she'd have any reason to think about. Until the other team showed up, there was no reason to think it was even possible. Why bother asking herself? But now... "Yeah. I would." All those weeks she'd spent impatient...

Starr stifled a laugh. "Your Diyem did the toast thing too? Amazing. And uh, yeah, our Diyem also vomited up Koa--thank god I wasn't around to see that one." The two last teammates both showed up like that and they were named Koa and Kora? "Some of the people he grabbed... yeah, I can see...

"Yeah, our Diyem wasn't really looking for any either. Must've just been luck that he happened to grab so many. He gave us the same 'hero's aura' excuse too, but like"--she scoffed--"You really only need to look at half of us to know that's bullshit." Starr paused to consider it. "But...

Starr grinned at his surprise. "Yeah, there's a bunch of us on the team. Nate, Koa, Dave, Cuicatl... probably a few others I'm forgetting." She scratched at her cheek fur. "Huh... your team really didn't have any? Kinda weird that our Diyem grabbed so many when yours didn't. I thought...

Well, that answered one thing--not only did his world not have humans, it didn't even have transformed ones. So anything Starr could talk about would be totally foreign. "Yeah, all the crazy powers and such aren't exactly a thing where I'm from," Starr said casually. "Buuut, I'm gonna go out...

Starr chuckled. "Nah, I'm just giving you shit. Can't promise that some of my teammates won't try to drag a fight out of you, though." Starr folded her arms behind her head. "So I guess I forgot to ask--you from one the worlds that's pretty similar to Cibus, or what? Cause mine's nothing...

Starr rolled her eyes with a bit of a snort. "Starting to think no one's gonna be up for so much as a spar at this rate, if the secrecy's that big a deal." She waved a hand dismissively. "Alright, I'll lay off. Besides, if some of your teammates are anything like mine, I doubt they'd be able to...

Starr nodded. "Don't gotta tell me--working on a team, doing missions and stuff, wasn't exactly a new thing for me here." Having teammates actually give a shit about you was new. "Any time we've been stuck without our support users, we've been screwed." She wasn't sure whether to read that...

Starr blinked at him. "Eh, I mean--sure, the Blacklight stuff sucked a lot of the time. Not gonna pretend like it didn't. I don't think anyone liked having a shadow copy of themselves spawn out of nowhere. But like, I had it under control. After a few of us got hit by the Shadow Machine, it...

Starr shrugged. "Guess our team just had more combat addicts. We did a whole tournament between us and everything." Think back, that was what had led to Brisa asking Starr to join her in fighting pretty much everyone under the sun, wasn't it? "Eh, I'm probably making it sound like I've always...

Starr let out a snort. "Yeah alright. Guess you guys could use the help." She sized him up, wondering what sort of fighter he was. He didn't quite seem the striker type... Then again, would anyone be able to tell just from first glance that Astrid was a striker? Or Nip a healer? "I doubt...

Starr gave him a look. "Uh, yeah... sorry that it sucked for you," she said, rubbing the back of her head. "Kinda heavier shit than I really wanted to go into." Especially with a total stranger. "So, backing up a bit,"--anything other than that--"you guys got all the same Blacklight shit...

Starr's mouth went dry. For so long she hadn't really put much thought into the far-off notion of leaving Cibus, aside from those moments when she'd desperately missed her friends back home. And the reassurance that no time would have passed and it'd be like nothing ever happened had helped...

"Starr," she replied with a nod. "Gotta say, I wasn't expecting anyone else to have already gone through all this shit here. Still don't think I've really wrapped my head around it." Was this whole thing going to just keep happening with other Diyems grabbing so-called heroes for the same song...

Starr did a double-take when she passed by the Arcanine on the street. She wasn't totally sure, but she could've sworn he was one of the ones from that other Blacklight team. He hadn't been one of the ones chattering nonstop at the picnic, so she hadn't caught his name. She hadn't admitted...

The weeks following the battle on the moon had lasted forever. Sure, in the beginning it'd been nice getting to lounge around and being waited on, but by the end of it, Starr was ready to never set foot in either the house or the infirmary ever again. At least having Silver's team hanging...