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"Jesus, what the hell--" Starr's eyes flew from the hand on the ground and followed its trajectory to the shadowy Charmander who'd thrown it. She rolled her eyes. Shades. Owen flagged her down and Starr raised a paw in return before grabbing her food tray and walking over. "How's it going...

It wasn't quite dinnertime yet but.... fuck it, dinner time. Felt like Starr was burning more energy than ever these days. Sure, there was the tournament, and the usual working out, but still. It was like her body needed more energy for... something. And that was even with her making a...

A faint smirk crossed Starr's face. "That'd be something, wouldn't it? I'll have to keep an eye out when I get back." It was a nice thought, anyhow, even if it seemed like Giovanni was pretty fucking untouchable back home. Of course, that just reminded her that she had more Rocket bullshit...

Gold, Silver, Red... what was with all the color names? Some kinda translation quirk like Cibus's food theme? Then again, 'Giovanni' didn't really follow the theme. Neither did 'Nate' for that matter. "Huh... sorry, not ringing any bells. I'd heard rumors the Charizard that night was a...

"Yeah, not gonna pretend like they don't keep me busy, that's for damn sure. My friends and I travel around a lot." More than the average trainer really. "We don't usually spend much time in one place." Because they couldn't risk the Rockets finding them. "So there's plenty of chances to...

Starr let out a snort. "Yeah, doesn't every kid wanna train a buncha dragons, win the league, beat the champion, that sorta deal?" She hadn't really cared too much about getting strong when she'd first started out. Getting strong had just been... a necessity. "But yeah, alright the rest of...

Starr grinned. "Yeah, not gonna pretend like I could always handle 'em, but we work pretty well now. And you're right about electrics--Raichu can be a little shit sometimes." "Gotta admit, I wouldn't've minded being a water-type either. Had it in my mind that I was gonna train water-types...

Huh, so Giovanni wasn't the boss anymore in Nate's world. For how similar their worlds were, it was bizarre to run into that odd detail here and there that differed. "Ran a fire and lightning squad. Fire for property destruction. Lightning for... disabling enemies." She kept the emotion...

Starr relaxed slightly. It was pretty weird--for much she hated thinking back on that life, she'd never expected to meet anyone here on Cibus who could actually relate to it. Even her alternate universe counterpart had had a totally different experience with Team Rocket. "Yeah, spent most of...

Starr took a step back from the overeager Infernape-shade grinning in her face. Jesus, was he based on a literal 10-year-old or what. She was starting to see why Nate couldn't deal with him. "Yeaahhh... real cool missions..." she said with a forced grin, briefly making incredulous eye contact...

"Oh my fucking god," Starr said, putting a paw to her forehead. She didn't know whether to laugh or feel bad for him for having that thrown out in the open like that. At least it wasn't in front of anyone else on the team? "Anyway, you can calm your tits cause I'm in the same boat as you...

Starr let out a snort. "Yeah, 'freaky' is right. I'm kinda glad that his kid's Silver in that world, and not like, someone closer to me. No clue if my world's Giovanni would be pulling shit like this if he had the power." Her expression darkened. "We've sure as hell got a Mewtwo, though...

Starr paused, uncomfortably aware of the look of concern on Rocky's face. It'd been easy, riding the high of their victory, and she hadn't really had to put much thought into the fact that they'd eventually have to stop him for good. Whatever that entailed. Are you trying to pretend that...

Starr smirked. "Gotta go with the red, myself." Aaand then a Hydro Pump took the shade's head clean off. Good thing they could regrow those. She couldn't help grinning at Rocky's comment on her combo attack. So Nate hadn't been able to shut up about it, huh. "Thanks. Not gonna lie, didn't...

Starr walked down the streets of Destiny Village's shopping district, bored and restless. She could usually count on shop browsing as an effective distraction and timesink. Hard to get too distracted when half the stuff she was buying was for Team Spectrum's upcoming suicide mission. She...

Brisa was strong, her attacks hurt like hell, and they were hard to dodge. But Starr did have one advantage--she was faster. And she'd refused to let go of that advantage in the slightest throughout the entire fight. By the time sparks had lit up across Brisa's mane, Starr's flames had already...

Damn it all. Of course Brisa just had to go and invite both of them. With that ridiculously overeager face like she honestly didn't know what a stupid idea that was. But... she obviously really wanted this. And she needed a break, god dammit. "Never was all that into arcades," Starr said...

Starr let out a dry chuckle. "A tournament. While the world's ending. Sure, why the hell not." She could go with a distraction anyway. She damn well didn't wanna spend the next however many days focused on that thing hanging overhead.

Geez. Brisa really thought the world of Astrid, huh. So there had to be more to her than just starting bullshit drama all the time. Sure would've been nice if that came out more. This was gonna be a mess just like all the other times, but this time Brisa was here and she'd have to see it...

Starr looked up from her phone when Brisa entered the room. On the one hand, it was good to see her. On the other, there was a slight edge to her movements, like she was juggling way the hell too many things at once, and Starr had the sneaking suspicion that Brisa had been putting herself in...