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Starr stood tense. Motionless, aside from the occasional tail twitch. Another sudden conflict with Giovanni. A chance to make him regret thinking he could look down on all of them like they were nothing. She should have been jumping at the chance. And yet... It wouldn't be like last time...

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Starr was frozen, staring transfixed at the indigo Cranidos, who looked back at everyone with golden, glowing eyes that were both relieved and... reassuring. It really was him. He'd managed to control it. Just like Owen. "Holy shit. Good thing you're both okay, yeah." If she'd been the one...

The container burst open and the shadows poured out. Starr had barely even registered what she was looking at before the cloud of darkness had poured over Cabot. Shit. Not again. "Cabot!" Starr yelled, reaching out through dark mist spilling out around him. Dammit, this was bad, she...

The investigation party this time around left some things to be desired. Sure, the place was deserted, and it wasn't like Giovanni couldn't show up wherever the hell else he wanted anyway. Still, would it have killed them to be at least a little professional? It made the rebel team full of...

Starr ran a paw down the back of her head. "Do you really know? Because the way I see it, ⧫♒♓⬧ ♓⬧ ♏⌧♋♍⧫●⮹ ⬥♒♋⧫ ⮹□◆ ⬧♋♓♎ ⮹□◆ ⬥□◆●♎■🕯⧫ ♎□📪 ♋■♎--" Wait. Fuck. It took Starr a second or two to process the fact that she hadn't gotten a word of the end of what Brisa had said. Diyem's translation...

"I've noticed," Starr said dryly. But then a second later she realized how that sounded and shook her head. "Look, I know it's been one disaster after another lately, but you can't keep taking it all like some kind of personal failure or whatever the hell. It's not your job to handle...

Starr sat up a bit, glancing away. "You looked like you were two seconds away from losing it," she muttered. Then she met Brisa's eye again. "Seriously, are you okay?"

Starr groaned exasperatedly, letting herself sink further back in the chair. "I'm not saying you were wrong, I just mean..." She paused, shaking her head. "I mean who gives a shit what he thinks, alright? You're stressing me out just watching you get all worked up over this." She massaged...

Starr didn't stop moving until she'd dragged Brisa up from the holding cells and into the lounge on the main floor. It was a bizarre contrast, going from the stark, sterile environment down in the basement to the relaxed, casual air in the lounge. She'd half-expected Brisa to put up more of a...

Starr didn't relax her grip. "You can tell me all about it once we're out," she said, not sparing a glance back at Brisa, or Karat, or even at Seyka as they passed him on the way out, leaving him alone with the imprisoned Mewtwo.

Starr had already written off getting anything else out of Karat, but Brisa just kept going, more like she had to for her own sake than for the sake of actually accomplishing anything useful. More sparks. The distorted edge of radiance mixed with the desperation in Brisa's voice. Holy shit...

Starr rolled her eyes heavily. And they were back to the same old Diyem suspicion. It wasn't interesting when it was Shield doing it, and it sure as hell wasn't interesting now. What a waste of time. They should've known--what reason did a fucking Mewtwo have to listen to anyone lower than...

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Starr glared at Karat, unimpressed. "That's it? 'We really don't know'? You seriously don't have anything more concrete than that?" Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered what Brisa had just said. I trust Starr with my goddamn life. Did she seriously mean that...?

Another flash of hot anger, clouding her vision. Motherfucker, he knew. "If you know that much, then you oughta know that I'd rather die than ever go back to serving him," Starr growled, staring Karat dead in the eyes. "I mean it." Never again.

Starr glanced at Brisa. "Giovanni did mention that at least one of the spies had started screwing with him. Assuming that wasn't, y'know, a total lie, we should've seen some evidence of it." She racked her brain, trying to think of anything that fit. Wait... Starr jerked her head toward...

Starr bristled, a hot flash of anger coming over her. That motherfucker. If only he knew. But she sure as hell wasn't in the mood to go telling him of all people. She inhaled deeply through her nose, forcing herself to level. "Anything you could know about his agenda is stuff he'd already...

Starr really didn't want anything to do with Karat. One Mewtwo was bad enough, so two was automatically too many. Sure, he wasn't nearly as bad as the other one, and wasn't technically their enemy anyway. But to hear the others talk about him, he was kind of a dick, and that was good enough...

Starr stared down at the tiny Roselia as that dark aura flared up for just a second, immediately subsiding. Yeah, there was obviously a lot more history going on behind this. And it really didn't feel like it was any of her business. "I didn't much feel like I had any right to come here...