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Brisa was... laughing. And there was still something weird about that, being trapped in this hell pit with the person who'd hated her guts, no way out, making her laugh, and feeling... kind of okay with it. Not because things were okay (they weren't) but because one small thing was all right...

Starr blinked. Right, Brisa had said he'd disappeared... apparently that meant literally. "Sure wish my dad would mcfuckin' vanish one day; that'd be real neato," Starr said dryly without thinking. She wasn't sure why she'd said it and didn't really have any intent to elaborate. Thinking...

Starr glanced away awkwardly. Her upbringing... wasn't exactly normal. It wasn't like she didn't know that. But it was just... the way things were. Starr couldn't help staring in disgust. "What the actual hell." Jesus, no wonder Brisa was so screwed up. "Not like he was human either. What...

...Shit. Starr was starting to get an idea of why Brisa had freaked the hell out so much over everything that had happened recently. Not to mention being all weirded out by the way Starr had tried to brush off the fight they'd had. (Sure, it was a pointless bullshit fight, but... not like it...

Starr wasn't exactly asking for a life story with that question, but... Hell with it. Not like they had anything better to do. Any excuse to keep at least one of them talking meant no silence. Starr blinked. "Never gonna get used to everyone meaning something different when they use that...

Name: Swift Gender: Male Species: Pidgeot Brief description: Calm, soft-spoken, responsible, reassuring, the Mom Friend Origin: The Legendarian Chronicles, mainline Pokemon trainerverse Were they the one that met this strange mew, or sent by someone else?: Let's say he volunteered to help out...

Starr rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. "It's not that big a deal. Not like I'm injured for life or whatever." Maybe she'd gotten reckless, having a body that wasn't hers. One with speed healing, one that didn't scar as easily. Maybe it would've felt different if she'd been a Pokemon...

More wasted sympathy. But by now, Starr's anger was slowly fizzling into nothing. She just didn't have the energy to keep it going. Or the will to. Half of her wanted Brisa to just shut up. The other half wanted anything but. "I was afraid that..." She paused, swallowing hard. "They...

Starr took several steps backward, eyes wide and staring, body trembling uncontrollably. "What the hell. How can you... how can you say that? You don't even know why I did it. You..." She turned away sharply, forcing her breathing to level out, fighting back the burning tears that threatened...

Starr felt an invisible hand clutching her chest, squeezing her heart until she thought it would burst. Her eyes burned, throat clenched up, and a familiar voice said: No. You don't get to. You don't deserve to. It was in the past. It was settled (it would never really be settled). It'd been...

Starr's claws dug into the dirt again. She felt like she was losing her mind. She'd only been here for, what--12? 24? 48? who the hell knows?--how many hours and she was already going insane. Nothing mattered. Secrecy? Privacy? Those things were dead. Brisa's words had left her in a...

Starr gaped at Brisa, utterly bewildered. "What? What are you...?" Where the hell was this coming from. What even was any of this. "God, just stop, I can't fucking deal with this right now." She stormed off in a huff, muttering, "That's what I get for complaining about the silence, I...

Ughhhhh. Right. Guess we're doing this, Starr thought to herself with a particularly dramatic eye roll that she wasn't even sure Brisa could see. She plodded back over to the Shinx so she could glare at her properly. "Yeah, starting bullshit fights with people because you hate yourself or...

Starr let out a very audible groan and stood up. "Oh my god, again with the pity party, do you ever stop." She was pacing again, too agitated to sit still even though she knew it was a waste of energy. "Stop talking like we're already dead--it's fucking depressing and I'm not in the mood to...

Starr glowered at Brisa for a bit before exhaling slowly and sitting on her haunches. Of course Brisa had tried to find a way out. Starr had only imagined she hadn't because it made her look worse. "Yeah. Alright, fine. Makes sense," she grumbled. It was a waste of time. Waste of energy...

Starr wasn't sure how many hours had passed. She'd tired herself out pacing back and forth across the small cavern, worn her paws ragged trying to climb toward that tiny glimmer high above, and then finally passed out before waking up to repeat the process all over. She tried carving through...

Starr glared at her incredulously. "What? Don't be stupid. There's gotta be some way out of here." She scrambled for her bag, thankfully still had it strapped to her back, and grabbed for her badge. "Badges ain't workin'," Brisa spoke up. Starr fumbled with her badge anyway, hitting the...

When Starr finally woke up, she felt like she'd been hit by a truck. A dull pain wracked every inch of her body, and her limbs didn't want to move. Slowly, she opened her eyes a crack. She was... somewhere dark. Her night vision was able to make out a rough cave wall. This wasn't where she'd...

Turn 5: Starr uses Shadow Claw on Lugia!

Turn 4: Starr uses Leech Life on Darkwhite two times!