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Starr gave Nate a sideways glance, realized he'd said it with something that looked like concern, and rearranged her face into something more approachable "Been doing alright. Haven't felt sick, still kicking ass in fights, so y'know, I don't think we've got to worry about any long-term side...

There was something pretty weird about a Mewtwo feeling useless. Just went to show how weird this whole situation really was. Shame that the Blacklight fucked up anyone it touched, because it was pretty much their best weapon. Starr's tail twitched at the mention of the parasite again, and...

Starr gave a shrug, hoping to seem indifferent. "I guess if anything might jog his memory, it's a chat with another Mewtwo. Maybe there's some kind of connection there, who knows." It was the best they could hope for, anyway. She glanced back at him and Typhlosion and felt a small pang in...

Starr's chest tightened, and she glanced between Nate and Silver. "If he'd already been brainwashed, then was the parasite even doing anything to mess with his head, or was it just... there. It's pretty different from the situation that happened with Owen or Maple, right?"

Starr gripped her coffee tighter. "Mewtwo got brainwashed in my world too. Some people ended up busting him free though, so I don't think he ever lost himself entirely the way this Mewtwo did." And she still wasn't sure how to feel about that. Silver sounded a lot like Ajia and Jade--talking...

Starr let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, a Charizard taking out a Mewtwo wouldn't happen in a million years where I'm from. Even with Mega Evolution. Guess he's a good fit for this place." Again, there was a small, weird part of her brain that wondered if she could beat him in a fair fight now...

"Yeah, gonna go out on a limb and say Red would've kicked our asses if it'd been a fair fight," Starr replied, guzzling more coffee. "Then again, he and his team were hopped up on Blacklight at the time, and that's usually like, the one thing we've got going for us." Watching everyone eat was...

Starr gave an impassive shrug and leaned against the wall. "I dunno if there really has to be that much more than that, just because we've got the same dad. I mean, I've got an actual brother back home, and I'm nothing like him," she added, making a face. "And no, he's nothing like you...

Starr looked back at Silver and felt a small twinge at seeing him and Typhlosion like that. "My starter was Feraligatr. She's a hardass." There was still a small part of her that was oddly surprised to learn that he'd picked Typhlosion. Almost like she'd expected him to be partnered with a...

Starr nodded distantly. "Yeah. They do a good job at that." She'd been reckless, though. Rushed in without anyone else having her back, and... why? Fucking blacklight. Silver and the team had sat down to eat. The house sure was busy. Trying to get any sleep right about now was probably a...

Ugh, she was starting to look like some kind of a workaholic, wasn't she. "It's fine," Starr said glancing away and rubbing the back of her head. "I was needing to work on defensive moves anyway. Can't afford to leave myself open on missions."

Starr glanced at Silver when he addressed her. There was still a part of her that instinctively tried to see the Mewtwo as Giovanni. But no... his expression, his mannerisms, everything was totally different. In a weird way, there were moments where she saw something that vaguely reminded her...

Starr let out a heavy breath. Another minute or so in that fight and Zekrom would've fucking steamrolled them. There wasn't much they could've done if that last all-out attack hadn't been enough. But it had. Hard to not feel good about yourself when you'd just beaten a god. "That's true...

Starr paused. She was halfway out of the room and dead tired. Part of her was tempted to just give a one-word answer and leave. But, against her better judgement, she turned around and replied, "Uh... yeah, I guess. I mean, I'm not usually the one who books the matches--that's Brisa--but...

Starr let out a snort of mild amusement. "Looks like they're having fun." She glanced back inside the fridge. Yeah, Weavile didn't look like they were moving anytime soon. She shrugged and shut the door. After guzzling the rest of the Cheri juice and tossing the carton in the trash, Starr...

Starr stared back, her face deadpan. "Cute," she said flatly before nudging the 'grape juice' to the side. They better not have drank all the good stuff. The lemonade was gone, god dammit. At least there was still half a carton of Cherri juice left. Then again, almost anything sounded good...

What a day. Starr sure hadn't planned on spending an extra hour in the training rooms, but Brisa really wanted to perfect that new strategy for when they'd be fighting Team Spice, and Starr wasn't in the mood to protest. Distractions were good in general these days. She really hadn't been...

I'd be up for running one again! Looking forward to seeing which themes get picked! (C'monnnnn Detective Pikachu...)

More barriers. Always with the barriers, and none of her usual tricks worked, so she'd just have to go all-out. Both of them--Starr and Astrid. That'd let Brisa land the decisive blow, and--well, they'd both sensed it, hadn't they? The way Brisa was yearning to show the full extent of her...

A deafening Bolt Strike smashed Starr's Substitute into bits, and she felt the unsettling sensation that it was going to hit her if things had gone just a little differently. Whatever the hell that meant. Anyway, the rocks still hurt like hell, so she needed to heal if she didn't want to go...