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Starr's first thought was why the hell a Charmeleon was so powerful and important that so many people wanted to get their hands on him. But then... the same could probably be said of a certain Pikachu back home. "Don't know if my world's got an Arceus." She instinctively found herself hoping...

Yeah, there it was. Owen's optimistic shtick had never struck Starr as the naive sort. (Even ignoring the fact that he was apparently way the hell older than everyone.) Nah, he'd always seemed like the sort who smiled to keep himself going in the face of a whole lotta bullshit. No wonder he...

Defending, evading, healing... all the usual tactics that'd worked when facing the previous legends. No reason to think they wouldn't work here. It just somehow felt different when there was a literal ball of death hanging overhead. And now even Arceus wasn't sure if he'd make it? "Never...

Starr flicked an ear at Owen's words, and swallowed a bit of curry before saying, "I wasn't at the meeting. What exactly is he planning, anyway?" She'd heard several times now that he was planning something big, but...

"Pretty sure he already did," Starr commented dryly, in response to Cal. "That, or Brisa did. Can't remember which, it was over too fast." She dug into her curry, mulling over what Owen had said. "I guess the morale boost is good, yeah. Been trying not to think about it or look at it...

"Jesus, what the hell--" Starr's eyes flew from the hand on the ground and followed its trajectory to the shadowy Charmander who'd thrown it. She rolled her eyes. Shades. Owen flagged her down and Starr raised a paw in return before grabbing her food tray and walking over. "How's it going...

It wasn't quite dinnertime yet but.... fuck it, dinner time. Felt like Starr was burning more energy than ever these days. Sure, there was the tournament, and the usual working out, but still. It was like her body needed more energy for... something. And that was even with her making a...

A faint smirk crossed Starr's face. "That'd be something, wouldn't it? I'll have to keep an eye out when I get back." It was a nice thought, anyhow, even if it seemed like Giovanni was pretty fucking untouchable back home. Of course, that just reminded her that she had more Rocket bullshit...

Gold, Silver, Red... what was with all the color names? Some kinda translation quirk like Cibus's food theme? Then again, 'Giovanni' didn't really follow the theme. Neither did 'Nate' for that matter. "Huh... sorry, not ringing any bells. I'd heard rumors the Charizard that night was a...

"Yeah, not gonna pretend like they don't keep me busy, that's for damn sure. My friends and I travel around a lot." More than the average trainer really. "We don't usually spend much time in one place." Because they couldn't risk the Rockets finding them. "So there's plenty of chances to...

Starr let out a snort. "Yeah, doesn't every kid wanna train a buncha dragons, win the league, beat the champion, that sorta deal?" She hadn't really cared too much about getting strong when she'd first started out. Getting strong had just been... a necessity. "But yeah, alright the rest of...

Starr grinned. "Yeah, not gonna pretend like I could always handle 'em, but we work pretty well now. And you're right about electrics--Raichu can be a little shit sometimes." "Gotta admit, I wouldn't've minded being a water-type either. Had it in my mind that I was gonna train water-types...

Huh, so Giovanni wasn't the boss anymore in Nate's world. For how similar their worlds were, it was bizarre to run into that odd detail here and there that differed. "Ran a fire and lightning squad. Fire for property destruction. Lightning for... disabling enemies." She kept the emotion...

Starr relaxed slightly. It was pretty weird--for much she hated thinking back on that life, she'd never expected to meet anyone here on Cibus who could actually relate to it. Even her alternate universe counterpart had had a totally different experience with Team Rocket. "Yeah, spent most of...

Starr took a step back from the overeager Infernape-shade grinning in her face. Jesus, was he based on a literal 10-year-old or what. She was starting to see why Nate couldn't deal with him. "Yeaahhh... real cool missions..." she said with a forced grin, briefly making incredulous eye contact...

"Oh my fucking god," Starr said, putting a paw to her forehead. She didn't know whether to laugh or feel bad for him for having that thrown out in the open like that. At least it wasn't in front of anyone else on the team? "Anyway, you can calm your tits cause I'm in the same boat as you...

Starr let out a snort. "Yeah, 'freaky' is right. I'm kinda glad that his kid's Silver in that world, and not like, someone closer to me. No clue if my world's Giovanni would be pulling shit like this if he had the power." Her expression darkened. "We've sure as hell got a Mewtwo, though...

Starr paused, uncomfortably aware of the look of concern on Rocky's face. It'd been easy, riding the high of their victory, and she hadn't really had to put much thought into the fact that they'd eventually have to stop him for good. Whatever that entailed. Are you trying to pretend that...

Starr smirked. "Gotta go with the red, myself." Aaand then a Hydro Pump took the shade's head clean off. Good thing they could regrow those. She couldn't help grinning at Rocky's comment on her combo attack. So Nate hadn't been able to shut up about it, huh. "Thanks. Not gonna lie, didn't...

Starr walked down the streets of Destiny Village's shopping district, bored and restless. She could usually count on shop browsing as an effective distraction and timesink. Hard to get too distracted when half the stuff she was buying was for Team Spectrum's upcoming suicide mission. She...