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"Yeah, she sure as hell isn't a Smeargle. Said she planned to tell everyone her whole deal tomorrow, but me and Nip grilled her until she told us she was a Voice of Life." Starr paused, then added, "Dunno whether it's bullshit or not, but it's pretty safe to say she's telling the truth about...

It was like an icy fist had grabbed hold of Starr's chest, clenched tight. "What--you don't think Giovanni could be here?" It wouldn't... it wouldn't be him. Not really. Another version of him. He wouldn't recognize her. But... Then something else jumped out at her. "Maple," Starr...

Starr snorted. Okay, that kind of helped take the edge off, at least a little. "Well, that's one way to put it. Another way would be... I don't know, fucking interdimensional siblings or something." Anything would be an improvement over her actual brother back home.

"Giovanni's your... dad." Starr was still frozen, unable to process it. What the hell. What the hell. If it wasn't bad enough that there were multiple versions of Team Rocket, there were multiple versions of him. What the hell. SIlver. His name was Silver. And Nate had known that. Maybe...

Well didn't he sound confident about that. "Yeah, Rocket sure as hell never had shadow tech in my world either. Or fucking portals, for that matter. Believe me, it's weird as hell." Starr went rigid, staring at him in disbelief. What? He was... what? How? Should she... tell him?

Starr stared at him, a chill running down her spine. Yeah, they were onto something for sure. But if he had access to everything in the base, then... "You asked for names. It's probably stupid to expect our worlds to have the same people in them, but..." Should she be saying this? Fuck. "In...

Battling against Team Rocket. Well, he'd have had plenty to talk about with Jade. But if he knew more about them than the average person, then... "If you were fighting them, any chance you might've been a infiltrator? My friends and I had a lot of experience at that. Any memory of seeing the...

Starr stared at him. He knew about Team Rocket. That didn't... that didn't mean he was... pretty much everyone in Kanto knew about them. But still, that definitely confirmed that his world was like hers in at least one way. Starr turned to see the Mudkip that had suddenly barged into the...

Starr put a paw to her chin. "Hm. Well, there was one thing that jumped out at me." She grabbed her badge from her bag and brought up the photos she'd taken of the salvaged bits of shadowmachine. "Does this writing mean anything to you? It's Tohjoan--the language I spoke back home. Thought...

Starr leaned back. "Damn. That really sucks. That machine we busted you out of was made by humans, so I was hoping we could find out more about the kinda world it came from. So much for that, I guess."

Starr blinked at him. "Wait. You don't even remember what humans look like?" Holy shit, that was some amnesia. "You mentioned some flashes of feeling, though... what kind?" At least, from his movements, it looked like he wasn't used to the whole not having limbs thing. She gave the...

Great. Ray of sunshine, this one. Then again, waking up at a ball of gas after being stuffed inside a metal ball of evil would probably piss anyone off. "So what's the story with how you got here? The rest of us were dragged here by some kinda fake, dimension-hopping Charizard."

It took a bit of digging, but Starr eventually found out that Cosmog had left the library and gone to the guild study to read. She found him there, in that bland, lifeless room, accompanied only by one of the Charmander, who seemed to be doing her own thing. Starr hadn't seen him yet since...

[Anise > Team Spectrum]: Stopped by Chip's lab a bit ago, apparently the shadow machine is human tech? Gonna see if Cosmog knows anything about it.

Starr nodded absentmindedly. Okay. If it was safe, then the lump was as good a prison as any. (Even if... the shades apparently didn't need to be imprisoned? If Owen had just had his sitting on his head? What the hell.) Even now, she could feel her anger sliding away from the lump. Was that...

Starr bristled. He'd gone and named his, so of course he'd be judging her for trying to get rid of it. Except... for the part where he'd gone and said that nobody could force her to take care of it. And that they should get Chip to break the psychic link. Which was just about the last thing...

Starr let out a huff. "Yeah, okay, whatever, I'm just used to my world being the normal one, alright?" She rubbed her temples. God, even if it weren't for the shade's separation anxiety bullshit, this whole situation would've given her a headache. "I dunno what guns have to do portals or...

Starr raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Why wouldn't it. Not exactly recent tech." Dave suddenly looked like he was about to be sick, what.

Starr snorted. Rocket Grocery Store. There was a mental image. "Yeah, try an organized crime conglomerate instead. They got those where you're from?" Goddammit, Rocket didn't have portal tech or shadow tech in her world, but she couldn't just say that. Ughhh. "Everyone knows they own like...

"I mean, yeah we can understand Cibus writing or whatever the hell because of Diyem, but I mean that this was literally the same writing system, and--" She paused, shaking her head. "Okay not even just that, there was a fucking company logo that I've seen before. I'm not saying the machine was...