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Oh, she just wanted a damn battle. Well, that was sure better than the alternative. Even if Starr wasn't sure why the hell Brisa had to be so overdramatic about it, like she'd been sitting on this for weeks. The last time they'd fought was a dull flicker in her memory. That didn't matter...

Starr narrowed her eyes, ears flattening. God dammit, and just when she thought things were going right for a change. Seemed like no matter what she did, people just got pissed at her out of nowhere. "Look if I said something that bothered you, just fucking tell me, alright?" she muttered...

Starr snorted. "I know you can't fix everything. Just wasn't so sure that you'd figured that out yet. My friend Ajia back home is like that--always acting like the world's her responsibility, and..." She paused, shaking her head. "Look, I know we've got a mission here, but you don't have to...

From Brisa's tone, it sounded like her dad apologizing was a real hell frozen over sort of deal. But still... "It shouldn't have fucking taken that much for him to realize he screwed up," Starr muttered, scowling. "And like, is he even gonna remember it? Geez..." Her tail lashed back and forth...

Lexx let out a low whistle. He'd managed to record the second half of the transformation on his tablet, and was now playing it back repeatedly. "Welp, guess that answers that. Some evolution--no wonder he was tired, getting ready for that." Lexx edged a bit closer getting a better look at...

Starr put her other paw to her forehead with a dry laugh. "Oh my god, Dave. Must've sucked to overhear that. I guess I can't blame him for laying into the guy though. Was half-wishing I could've done it myself. Though... not feeling like I missed out if it turned into that." Psychic...

Starr met Brisa's eye. The urge to dispute what she was saying was still there, but... it was harder to listen to it with just how damn earnest Brisa had looked when she said it. "Yeah. Maybe you're right." Maybe they would beat him, dammit. It was all they could hope. "And hey... speaking...

Starr chuckled weakly, shaking her head. "Where the hell's that confidence coming from." She was used to Brisa being the anxious one overreacting to things. The reversal was... strange. But it was hard to deny that she didn't feel alone, and that was something. "Don't know how much I buy...

Starr glanced away with a huff. "I don't know. Maybe? It's fucking stupid, I know. We've been beating the shit out of gods that're at least level with Mewtwo, maybe even more. I shouldn't be feeling like this."

For all the times she'd wondered why Diyem didn't grab Ajia or Jade, Starr suddenly felt an uncomfortable lurch at the idea of them facing Giovanni or Mewtwo, let alone both combined into one. "Yeah. Better me than them." Even if Ajia would've been the sort to keep the team unified and Jade...

Starr clenched her mug tighter. "Only because they're too stupid not to get themselves into trouble." With a defeated sigh, she went on, "You know, when I first got here, I wondered why Diyem didn't grab Ajia or Jade. They're the hero sort, not me." Everything of her conversation with Diyem...

Again with the positive spin. As if there was anything at all brave about torturing a friend because she was too much of a coward to defy Team Rocket until there was literally no choice left. "Doesn't change that I chose to do that shit. Nothing changes that." Her mouth had gone dry. She...

Starr let out a hollow chuckle. "Yeah, that's not the sort of thing you can just up and walk away from. My friends exposed the fact that I'd tried to keep them alive. They got the rest of the team to turn against me, including the boss, so... not much of a choice but to run for it. We've...

"Of course not," Starr snapped automatically, only to wince immediately afterward. "I mean... no. I left over a year ago. I hate that life. I hate the things I did for them." And yet... if Ajia hadn't gone through with her insane plan, would Starr have ever left? Would she have betrayed...

Starr let out an unexpected gut laugh. God, yeah, Brisa had offered to do that, hadn't she? It felt like forever ago. "I fucking hope you get the chance to. Hope we both do. Who knows. Maybe these screwed-up auras will be good for that someday. Can only hope." She leaned her back against the...

Starr's claws dug into the table. "I know he didn't recognize me," she muttered through clenched teeth. "That doesn't make it any easier that it's my father causing all this shit. Or another version of him, whatever you want to call it."

Starr scratched behind an ear, letting her gaze slide back to the wall. She hadn't had to deal with keeping it all inside back home. Not when everyone around her already knew. Her team. Her friends. And now... "It's getting harder. What with all that shit following me here now."

Starr gave an impassive shrug. "Not like they know enough to judge. And I'm not planning on changing that anytime soon." Especially not considering the new development of possible Team Rocket spies in their midst. Fuck that. Starr guzzled down some scalding coffee. Every so often her...

Starr gave a small snort. Wow, what century was Dave from, huh. And then there was Brisa's world over here, giving people crap for, what, living in the woods? She idly found herself wondering what kind of random stuff from her world would come off as totally nuts to anyone here. "It's not...

Oh. Okay, so Brisa didn't even know that much. Great. Where to begin. Starr glanced away. "Can I just say that it's weird as hell that random-ass ordinary everyday stuff can just be not real. Like, I'm over humans not being real in half these worlds--really, I am. But then there's worlds...