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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...

"Yeah, gonna go out on a limb and say Red would've kicked our asses if it'd been a fair fight," Starr replied, guzzling more coffee. "Then again, he and his team were hopped up on Blacklight at the time, and that's usually like, the one thing we've got going for us." Watching everyone eat was...

Starr gave an impassive shrug and leaned against the wall. "I dunno if there really has to be that much more than that, just because we've got the same dad. I mean, I've got an actual brother back home, and I'm nothing like him," she added, making a face. "And no, he's nothing like you...

Starr looked back at Silver and felt a small twinge at seeing him and Typhlosion like that. "My starter was Feraligatr. She's a hardass." There was still a small part of her that was oddly surprised to learn that he'd picked Typhlosion. Almost like she'd expected him to be partnered with a...

Starr nodded distantly. "Yeah. They do a good job at that." She'd been reckless, though. Rushed in without anyone else having her back, and... why? Fucking blacklight. Silver and the team had sat down to eat. The house sure was busy. Trying to get any sleep right about now was probably a...

Ugh, she was starting to look like some kind of a workaholic, wasn't she. "It's fine," Starr said glancing away and rubbing the back of her head. "I was needing to work on defensive moves anyway. Can't afford to leave myself open on missions."

Starr glanced at Silver when he addressed her. There was still a part of her that instinctively tried to see the Mewtwo as Giovanni. But no... his expression, his mannerisms, everything was totally different. In a weird way, there were moments where she saw something that vaguely reminded her...

Starr let out a heavy breath. Another minute or so in that fight and Zekrom would've fucking steamrolled them. There wasn't much they could've done if that last all-out attack hadn't been enough. But it had. Hard to not feel good about yourself when you'd just beaten a god. "That's true...

Starr paused. She was halfway out of the room and dead tired. Part of her was tempted to just give a one-word answer and leave. But, against her better judgement, she turned around and replied, "Uh... yeah, I guess. I mean, I'm not usually the one who books the matches--that's Brisa--but...

Starr let out a snort of mild amusement. "Looks like they're having fun." She glanced back inside the fridge. Yeah, Weavile didn't look like they were moving anytime soon. She shrugged and shut the door. After guzzling the rest of the Cheri juice and tossing the carton in the trash, Starr...

Starr stared back, her face deadpan. "Cute," she said flatly before nudging the 'grape juice' to the side. They better not have drank all the good stuff. The lemonade was gone, god dammit. At least there was still half a carton of Cherri juice left. Then again, almost anything sounded good...

What a day. Starr sure hadn't planned on spending an extra hour in the training rooms, but Brisa really wanted to perfect that new strategy for when they'd be fighting Team Spice, and Starr wasn't in the mood to protest. Distractions were good in general these days. She really hadn't been...

I'd be up for running one again! Looking forward to seeing which themes get picked! (C'monnnnn Detective Pikachu...)

More barriers. Always with the barriers, and none of her usual tricks worked, so she'd just have to go all-out. Both of them--Starr and Astrid. That'd let Brisa land the decisive blow, and--well, they'd both sensed it, hadn't they? The way Brisa was yearning to show the full extent of her...

A deafening Bolt Strike smashed Starr's Substitute into bits, and she felt the unsettling sensation that it was going to hit her if things had gone just a little differently. Whatever the hell that meant. Anyway, the rocks still hurt like hell, so she needed to heal if she didn't want to go...

Starr had thought that she'd be able to tear through those shields with a rapid flurry of flaming claws, but--dammit. It was the same kind of shield that Lugia had used. Weak attacks would bounce right off. God dammit. And before she could do anything else, Brisa had yelled out that she'd...

Dave was opting to... head out while looking half-dead. Alright then. Not like she could judge, what with how many times she'd done the same thing. She'd have the place to herself, which was fine. Ideal. There was silence, after Dave left. Starr didn't much like silence. She let herself...

"...Right. Never mind." It made sense that he wouldn't want to talk about tiring political shit. She wouldn't want to talk about that either. Also, he looked about ready to collapse. "Look, if you wanna go back to sleep, don't let me stop you. I'll be fine waiting for Brisa on my own,"...

No tricks, no games, just one bigass lightning crash that smashed Astrid into the dirt. God dammit why hadn't she done that, that thing--where she went all weird and Radiant and nothing could touch her for a while. (Because she'd been putting up defenses for the team, obviously.) Astrid was...

Oh. He had other kids. Yeah, of course he'd want to go back. She should've figured. The idea of meeting his kids as an Incineroar sure was a mental image. It vaguely made her imagine him returning home to his kids as a Mightyena. "She's got good taste--half my team's Fire-type," Starr...