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Brisa was strong, her attacks hurt like hell, and they were hard to dodge. But Starr did have one advantage--she was faster. And she'd refused to let go of that advantage in the slightest throughout the entire fight. By the time sparks had lit up across Brisa's mane, Starr's flames had already...

Damn it all. Of course Brisa just had to go and invite both of them. With that ridiculously overeager face like she honestly didn't know what a stupid idea that was. But... she obviously really wanted this. And she needed a break, god dammit. "Never was all that into arcades," Starr said...

Starr let out a dry chuckle. "A tournament. While the world's ending. Sure, why the hell not." She could go with a distraction anyway. She damn well didn't wanna spend the next however many days focused on that thing hanging overhead.

Geez. Brisa really thought the world of Astrid, huh. So there had to be more to her than just starting bullshit drama all the time. Sure would've been nice if that came out more. This was gonna be a mess just like all the other times, but this time Brisa was here and she'd have to see it...

Starr looked up from her phone when Brisa entered the room. On the one hand, it was good to see her. On the other, there was a slight edge to her movements, like she was juggling way the hell too many things at once, and Starr had the sneaking suspicion that Brisa had been putting herself in...

(Shortly after the team returned from the mission to stop Giovanni and the Radiant machine...) Another mission, another trip to the infirmary feeling like she'd been hit by a bus. So it went. Still, it wasn't anything she couldn't bounce back from. (Pokemon healing--still nuts.) And a bunch...

Starr was barely standing. Wishkeeper loomed over her, surrounded by shields. He was near-impervious. Nah. Not dealing with that. Brisa had put herself out in the open taking down all those Protect shields Starr had put up for that exact purpose. Brisa--the one who'd wanted a showdown...

Brisa's lightning-fast followup knocked Starr down, but she felt a surge of energy from her Reviver Seed and was back on her feet. But now Owen was shielding her--a wave of frustration came over Starr. Damn it all. She didn't have enough time to knock him down and get at Brisa without leaving...

Starr knew that look. And she sure as hell didn't plan on holding back. She's made it through the opening onslaught unscathed, but only because they'd both gone for Nip. He was hurt. Bad. No way he'd last much longer, but the fact that he was still standing meant that he could draw even...

Starr blinked. "Huh? Yeah, it's fine. Already got used to having inner fire as a Litten, not too much different to have it on the outside too." She put a paw on the glowing fireball on her neck, felt its heat. She had the fleeting thought to ask Val if she'd gotten used to her evolution...

"Don't worry, he's not," Lexx answered, holding both palms out. "Like working for Sebastian is sooo much better?" Starr asked, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure the other me's got his reasons," Lexx replied with a shrug. Starr scoffed and turned back to Val. "Yeah, sorry, not really in the mood to...

Logging 4 hours of writing over the past two weeks. Max out stats in the following order: Stm -> Atk -> HP

Starr rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. "Look, that wasn't what I--he can't regret anything if he's dead, can he?" Except no one could really tell that to a three-headed murderdragon, and it really wasn't any of her business anyway. Lexx, who'd been busying himself on his tablet all this...

Starr had a bit of an idea what she expected Cuicatl to do once she returned home with a Hydreigon, and well... more power to her. "Kinda similar to my situation. Left home a year ago, never going back." Of course, the universe just loved dragging her back into that family drama--first with...

"Fucking hell,"--Starr put a paw to her temple, shaking her head--"wow, alright. Fuck." She let out a heavy breath. "You're a trainer, right? As in, don't ever have to go home to that shitstain, right?" Wasn't she doing her journey in a completely different country, even?

Starr narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, uh, I dunno what exactly kinda 'discipline' we're talking about here, but I'm already sensing that he can go fuck himself." Starr froze, gears turning in her head. So that was why... it had always seemed like she needed to get back home more than she actually...

Starr looked away. "Not much to talk about. We beat his ass before, we'll do it again." If they got another chance. If they survived. She let out a sigh and glanced back at Val. "Seems like it's shitty dads for days with this team. Go ahead and share if you want, not gonna pressure you."...

Lexx nodded along, typing away. "Rage power from shadows, sounds a lot like what the rest of the team is experiencing." His scan, of course, would detect no shadows behind it at all. "Surprising that Starr didn't tap into that when fighting dear old dad at the last mission." If looks could...

Lexx chuckled. "Not yet, still workin' on that. Just getting some stats on my sis's aura has been reacting to the radiant machine. And I think Diyem coming back might've shifted the shadows too? Crazy stuff." "There are like thirty other people on the team you can bother to get your goddamn...

Starr decided to just... avert her eyes from whatever was going on with Cuicatl back there. If the girl needed to let off some steam, who could stop her. "Sure am," Lexx replied. "Just doin' a bit of research on radiance and shadows, all that good stuff." "Told him not to come with, but it's...