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For a long time, Starr just stared at him as all the pieces fell into place. Telling him all that stuff hadn't made him hate her more--it made him relate to her. Everything fit. Koamaru laughed the sort of broken, self-hating laugh that she knew all too well. Starr laughed back. God, what...

Starr was frozen, watching his confusion evolve into mute horror. Slowly, her eyes drifted back to the shadow as a sickening rage built in her gut. The shadow stared unflinchingly. "Were you going to lie to him?" It's not fucking LYING when I TOLD him I didn't want to talk about it. You're...

Fucking hell. Kid didn't know when to lay off. Not like she'd done a good job telling him to, though. And then the shadow was there. Well, it had been there ever since the void, hadn't it? In some ways, even longer than that. It wasn't usually visible, though. Koamaru wasn't even...

"I've talked about it with plenty of people," Starr said simply. "That doesn't change the reality of things." He was just a kid. He obviously had some kind of hero-worship thing going on. Not just with her, but with Brisa, and a few others on the team. She wasn't afraid that he'd see her...

He came to check on her. Of course he did. It didn't matter what she did, people still worried about her. "Lotta things happened on my world," Starr said gruffly. "I don't want to get into it." You've already told a bunch of people. What's one more? She had already told a bunch of people...

Starr regarded him carefully. Man, this kid was earnest. Figures that he'd think she was worried about how people saw her, or something like that. "Brisa... yeah, I know she doesn't think any different about me." You wish she did, though. "She's been scheduling like half a million matches...

Starr raised an eyebrow when he said he was looking for her. She normally would have assumed he just wanted to see some moves, or get tips... except for the fact that he looked so nervous. And then he asked about the Voidlands and it all made sense. Of course he was nervous around her now...

Starr glanced back at the Substitute that was now fading into wisps of energy. It'd tanked more hits this time--that was good. "Going alright. Practicing moves for colo." Koamaru was standing awkwardly at the entrance like he wasn't sure if he could enter. "I'd say it's fine to watch, but I...

Starr's ears flicked toward the door. She'd been pretty focused, and hadn't expected to run into anyone else this late. (Not that the training rooms were ever private, but.) One last good hit on the substitute and she stood up straight, shaking off the dark aura from her last attack. Then...

Lexx perked up at the sound of new arrivals. "Heya," he said breezily, waving to them. "We just figured out these things can hear us and we're trying to think of experiments that won't land us in trouble with the ethics committee." He couldn't help noticing the Infernape shade hanging back...

Lexx made a face as Brisa jumped back from the glass. "Yeaahhh, they do that." He didn't look too concerned, but it wasn't like there was any danger of that thing getting out. "By the way, they only do that with you guys. Couldn't care less about us familiars." To demonstrate, he went right...

Lexx slowly emerged from under one of the desks, his semisolid hair looking somewhat disheveled. He didn't need to sleep, really, but having a nap after staying up all night reading just felt like a fitting thing to do. His attention was caught by Dave walking in looking at least somewhat...

The Infernape shade just looked so sad. Damn it all... Starr forced a smile. "Yeah. Yeah, if you want to hang out, practice some fire moves together, that'd be cool." She really wasn't sure how many moves familiars could even do--she knew it was limited, but it was kind of hard to know...

Starr blinked at Rocky, caught off guard by the sudden rush of... sympathy. Fuck. She didn't want people worrying about her. "Hey, I mean..." she began, rubbing the back of her head, "it's not like I don't know how to chill. I know I'm gone a lot, but half the time I'm just... watching shit...

Starr gave Nate a sideways glance, realized he'd said it with something that looked like concern, and rearranged her face into something more approachable "Been doing alright. Haven't felt sick, still kicking ass in fights, so y'know, I don't think we've got to worry about any long-term side...

There was something pretty weird about a Mewtwo feeling useless. Just went to show how weird this whole situation really was. Shame that the Blacklight fucked up anyone it touched, because it was pretty much their best weapon. Starr's tail twitched at the mention of the parasite again, and...

Starr gave a shrug, hoping to seem indifferent. "I guess if anything might jog his memory, it's a chat with another Mewtwo. Maybe there's some kind of connection there, who knows." It was the best they could hope for, anyway. She glanced back at him and Typhlosion and felt a small pang in...

Starr's chest tightened, and she glanced between Nate and Silver. "If he'd already been brainwashed, then was the parasite even doing anything to mess with his head, or was it just... there. It's pretty different from the situation that happened with Owen or Maple, right?"

Starr gripped her coffee tighter. "Mewtwo got brainwashed in my world too. Some people ended up busting him free though, so I don't think he ever lost himself entirely the way this Mewtwo did." And she still wasn't sure how to feel about that. Silver sounded a lot like Ajia and Jade--talking...

Starr let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, a Charizard taking out a Mewtwo wouldn't happen in a million years where I'm from. Even with Mega Evolution. Guess he's a good fit for this place." Again, there was a small, weird part of her brain that wondered if she could beat him in a fair fight now...