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Starr ran a paw down the back of her head. "Do you really know? Because the way I see it, ⧫♒♓⬧ ♓⬧ ♏⌧♋♍⧫●⮹ ⬥♒♋⧫ ⮹□◆ ⬧♋♓♎ ⮹□◆ ⬥□◆●♎■🕯⧫ ♎□📪 ♋■♎--" Wait. Fuck. It took Starr a second or two to process the fact that she hadn't gotten a word of the end of what Brisa had said. Diyem's translation...

"I've noticed," Starr said dryly. But then a second later she realized how that sounded and shook her head. "Look, I know it's been one disaster after another lately, but you can't keep taking it all like some kind of personal failure or whatever the hell. It's not your job to handle...

Starr sat up a bit, glancing away. "You looked like you were two seconds away from losing it," she muttered. Then she met Brisa's eye again. "Seriously, are you okay?"

Starr groaned exasperatedly, letting herself sink further back in the chair. "I'm not saying you were wrong, I just mean..." She paused, shaking her head. "I mean who gives a shit what he thinks, alright? You're stressing me out just watching you get all worked up over this." She massaged...

Starr didn't stop moving until she'd dragged Brisa up from the holding cells and into the lounge on the main floor. It was a bizarre contrast, going from the stark, sterile environment down in the basement to the relaxed, casual air in the lounge. She'd half-expected Brisa to put up more of a...

Starr didn't relax her grip. "You can tell me all about it once we're out," she said, not sparing a glance back at Brisa, or Karat, or even at Seyka as they passed him on the way out, leaving him alone with the imprisoned Mewtwo.

Starr had already written off getting anything else out of Karat, but Brisa just kept going, more like she had to for her own sake than for the sake of actually accomplishing anything useful. More sparks. The distorted edge of radiance mixed with the desperation in Brisa's voice. Holy shit...

Starr rolled her eyes heavily. And they were back to the same old Diyem suspicion. It wasn't interesting when it was Shield doing it, and it sure as hell wasn't interesting now. What a waste of time. They should've known--what reason did a fucking Mewtwo have to listen to anyone lower than...

The gorls during boss 6

Starr glared at Karat, unimpressed. "That's it? 'We really don't know'? You seriously don't have anything more concrete than that?" Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered what Brisa had just said. I trust Starr with my goddamn life. Did she seriously mean that...?

Another flash of hot anger, clouding her vision. Motherfucker, he knew. "If you know that much, then you oughta know that I'd rather die than ever go back to serving him," Starr growled, staring Karat dead in the eyes. "I mean it." Never again.

Starr glanced at Brisa. "Giovanni did mention that at least one of the spies had started screwing with him. Assuming that wasn't, y'know, a total lie, we should've seen some evidence of it." She racked her brain, trying to think of anything that fit. Wait... Starr jerked her head toward...

Starr bristled, a hot flash of anger coming over her. That motherfucker. If only he knew. But she sure as hell wasn't in the mood to go telling him of all people. She inhaled deeply through her nose, forcing herself to level. "Anything you could know about his agenda is stuff he'd already...

Starr really didn't want anything to do with Karat. One Mewtwo was bad enough, so two was automatically too many. Sure, he wasn't nearly as bad as the other one, and wasn't technically their enemy anyway. But to hear the others talk about him, he was kind of a dick, and that was good enough...

Starr stared down at the tiny Roselia as that dark aura flared up for just a second, immediately subsiding. Yeah, there was obviously a lot more history going on behind this. And it really didn't feel like it was any of her business. "I didn't much feel like I had any right to come here...

Starr eyed Cynthian carefully as he turned to leave. Yeah, he pretty much was doing the worst job at pretending to be okay. "So... what are you thinking that because you missed a few fights you can't catch up and the team doesn't need you, or...?"

Starr squinted at him slightly. Right, so, trying to change the subject then. "Eh, they're around. It's a big city, so, lotta different places to go. I know a few of them are at the beach right now, there's some that spend all their time at the library, you might find 'em there. Oh, and I...

Starr glanced away with a sour taste in her mouth. She scratched the back of her head with a paw and said, "Look, if this is about the things I said back before the first mission... it was just bullshit, alright? You're better than that."

"Yeah, uh, I guess we're not sure which of them we'll find at the hideout. If any. But it's our main lead, so we don't have much choice." It was probably a trap. But what the hell else were they supposed to do? God, she was finally starting to understand what Ajia went through back home, and she...

"Yeah, that's him. Would've been bad enough if it was just him, but no, he had to get turned into one of the strongest Pokemon in the world," Starr said, her words dripping with spite. But then her expression relaxed slightly, and she went on, "You know, Brisa said pretty much the same thing...