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Starr found herself letting out a snort without meaning to. "No, she hasn't fessed up yet. For the longest time I wasn't even sure if she knew." She had to by now, though, right? Starr really wasn't sure if staying here was the best idea, but she didn't really want to go anywhere else...

Starr's ears flattened. "Yeah, okay, well I kind of think there's a bit of a difference if it's a legend doing that or if it's me." But that wasn't right either. They'd beaten the shit out of each other in the Colosseum too. And it wasn't like this was anything Brisa couldn't heal off just...

Starr turned away, glowering at the wall. "I didn't think she would." I thought she should. "I just... wanted to make sure she was okay." There was something bugging Starr about the comparison to the Shadow Machine, and maybe she wouldn't have said anything normally, but her filter was down...

Starr knew that look. The battle was won. But Sword wasn't giving up. And Starr really just... didn't have any desire to smash a beaten foe into the dirt, at least not now, not after everything. (Or maybe the truth was just that she was too tired for this.) "You deal with this," she said...

Starr let herself glance back toward him, momentarily nonplussed. "Nothing... last night, no. Not that I'd have remembered it either way I guess. Kind of a bit more concerned about the mission." Why was she still here. Brisa wasn't here, Dave sure as hell didn't want to talk, and neither did...

An unholy barrage of rocks and water and earth and Blacklight and Starr was still standing, somehow. Hell, she still had energy to spare. (Was that... because of Brisa?) Maybe it was the adrenaline high, or the thrill of seeing victory within grasp, but it wasn't so hard to force a smile...

Brisa was down. Brisa was down, she'd tried so hard not to let that happen, fuck... Even if... Brisa herself was fine with that. She'd wanted it to happen. Starr could feel that much through the energy now filling her body, setting her ablaze with power. Alright. She could trust in that...

It was just supposed to be a fun, easy match. It wasn't supposed to like, traumatize anyone, goddamn. But Shield had managed to calm her down, and Darkwhite--yeah, Darkwhite--was still willing to keep going, so... fine. Fine. They'd keep fighting. Starr glanced at Brisa out of the corner...

Starr grit her teeth. He was still standing, of course he was still standing. He'd managed to take everything she could dish out back during the Rayquaza mission too, and-- She stopped, forcing herself to breathe. No. This wasn't like that. She was a lot stronger now. She could keep going...

Starr let out a low snort. Well, Brisa's calling sure had worked, and she wasn't about to go complaining about it. And Shield's guard was down again which meant--as if anyone couldn't have guessed--more fire. These blue flames were way more potent than her usual blaze...

Sword changed back into a Mew. That was... good. Yeah, that was good. Anyway. Shield had about a zillion barriers because of course he did. It'd take some work to get through them. But first... healing, for the both of them.

Yeah, he sounded just about as fucked up as Starr felt. Her eyes gradually slid back toward him before she reminded herself that she didn't want to know how bad she'd kicked the shit out of him, or anyone else. "She was, yeah," Starr replied, her voice monotone. "Not... sure if she's doing...

Starr winced as the flaming kick knocked Brisa flying. She let out another volley of Blue Flames at Shield, but then... The whole point was for Starr to take offense. They both knew this. But if she didn't do something fast, Brisa would go down, and... she didn't want that.

So Shield was their only target? Fine with her. Starr reached for her Radiance and then... abruptly shifted it. Not the usual offensive, not this time. She wasn't in the mood for pain, was sick of having to fight through it to do anything right. Maybe that wasn't the 'optimal' play, but she...

Starr heard a voice coming from the common room and glanced around the corner to see Dave sprawled out on the couch, looking half dead. Probably hungover, judging by the bottles on the table. "Hey," she said. You look like shit. "Is Brisa home?" Starr found her eyes sliding away from him...

Starr gave Sword a deadpan stare as the latter paraded around as an Incineroar. Well, at least she was having fun. And it was better than the alternative. With just a quick sideways glance at Brisa, she got to work--

Physical activity was good for not thinking about things. And the average colo match had about a billion things happening at once. A lot to process. Which made it hard to devote much thought to what had happened in the Radiant Void. That was ideal. Brisa had set up the match. Starr hadn't...

What a fucking night. The instant the post-mission meeting had wrapped up, Starr immediately headed back to her house. Fortunately, neither of her roommates had been home. She wasn’t in the mood to see them, or anyone, for that matter. Well, except... Brisa had gone with her. Starr hadn't...

Starr remained at the back of the meeting, determinedly not saying anything. More overcomplicated bullshit, more of everyone turning out to have like fifty different parts. It didn't matter. They'd figure out who needed to get some sense beaten into them next--probably Soda--they'd go ahead...

"Why does anyone think I'm worth anything. Why do you think I'm worth anything. People keep... giving me second chances when all I do is hurt them. What do I have to do for you to see it?"