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Starr froze, looking like she'd been slapped. The fuck did she just say? Did she really just-- It's nothing. Don't make a big deal out of it. Why the hell did it have to be that? It's just a fucking name, there's no reason to think about that. That's in the past. It doesn't matter. This...

Starr turned from blinking at where the Fennekin had faceplanted to see that the Absol was about to leave. Apparently his name was Celeste. "The name's Starr. See you around, I guess."

Starr froze, fur standing on end. Why the hell had she forgotten he could do that.

Starr scoffed. "Well, it's not like I'm not used to the feeling of always being on edge--that's nothing new. I just figured he'd wanna, y'know, actually deck us out for this threat we're supposed to take down. But noooo, guess we're supposed to do that on our own."

Starr chuckled. "Something even worse than legends? Yeah, we're seriously screwed if that's the case." Her tail flicked disdainfully as she glanced down at herself. "And why the hell he give us such piss-weak forms if he wants us to go up against something like that? I can't even breath...

Starr stared, dumbstruck. Didn't know what...? What the hell are you on, don't try to act like this is some kind of human-only thing. But she didn't say any of that. She just rubbed her face with her paw and turned to face the Vulpix, who'd asked something about their Charizard guide...

Starr blinked. "Ceramic bowls? What are you..." She paused, squinting. Wait... She burst out laughing. "Are you friggin serious? 'Religious function' oh my god, that's rich." It took her several seconds to regain herself. "Yeah, sorry to kill the mystical air and all, but you're asking...

Starr stared. What... the hell kind of way to describe things was that. "Yeah, I dunno what things are like where you're from, but if that's the case, the only thing they're 'defending' us from is our own damn stupidity." All that destruction, all because humans couldn't stop screwing with...

Starr didn't think she could have made a more weirded-out face if she'd tried. Good thing Deino couldn't see. "'Hard to understand' yeah, I'd say wiping a fucking city off the map because they feel like it is hard to understand." Granted... it's not like that wasn't humans' fault. Not like...

Great. The Vulpix was one of the ones who thought all this was cool. Just great. "Yeah, well, if said high-and-mighty world-crossing legend seriously thought it was a good idea to bring us all here, least of all me, then I want whatever the hell he was smoking," Starr said with a scoff.

Starr ran a paw down the side of her face. "I don't friggin know any more, that one kid Ash-something was from a world that didn't even have Pokémon, so I'm just expecting the weirdest possible shit now." She paused, tail flicking pensively. "To be honest, it'd be kind of a relief if I wasn't...

Welp, the Deino--Cuicatl--responded, so it was too late for Starr to pretend she hadn't said anything. Could always just up and leave but, eh... she really shouldn't make a habit of pissing people off unless they're asking for it. Besides, wasn't she just hoping for another human to talk to...

Starr's ear flicked toward their conversation. The Deino was human? Something vaguely told her she should have remembered that, but there was way the hell too much stuff happening back at the town square, and it had slipped her mind. "You're human too?" she said without thinking, and it was...

Starr wandered away from the town square, muttering to herself. She sure as hell didn't want to follow that shady owl to the shop. And she wasn't in the mood to train either. Sure, punching the crap out of a punching bag sounded nice, but that wasn't exactly doable in a tiny cat body. And...

Starr winced. Even though she'd only just seconds ago been wishing for the chance to take the Absol up on that punching offer, she still couldn't help feeling kinda bad for him. Especially with how pathetic he looked now... It was like that punch had shattered his entire world. "Hey, uh... you...

Starr's eyes lit up. "God you have no idea how badly I've wanted to punch something ever since we got here." She glanced down at her paws and sighed. "I don't think it'd be the same in this body though."

Starr watched the ongoing situation with Owen, tail twitching restlessly. Something didn't add up. "Yeah, uh, anyone feel like asking why, if Truffles over here is so friendly and helpful, did our oh-so-gracious host act like we had to be on high alert?"

Starr snorted, suppressing a smirk. So the blue dog wanted to play games. Alright, not like she had anything better to do right now. "Some bold talk from the animal most famous for shit-eating and butt-sniffing."

Oh, screw this blue dog in particular. "Yeah, go piss on a stump." Starr gawked at the pissed-off mutt. He seriously didn't remember? She could make things easier on herself and just ignore him. He didn't need to know. ... Ah, screw it. "So you're telling me you don't remember spending...

Starr felt her ears flatten without telling them to. It was that asshole from the mafia game. Of course he'd be here too. What the hell was the criteria for coming here again? "Nice to see you too," she said dryly. "Lemme guess, you wanted a trial run at being dog last time?" Starr raised...