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Starr Turn 1: Starr uses Radiant Adrenaline, twice if she has two actions

Still with the tense atmosphere. What was that. "I guess so? I'm not that big into competitive battling back home, but I'm good with either sport battles or sparring. I'm not too picky."

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Starr paused. It had sounded casual enough, but there was definitely... something to the way Astrid had said it. "Haven't fought her that much," Starr replied indifferently. (Just that... one time.) "I know she's strong, I just figured--first time in a tournament setting, it's pretty...

Starr flicked an ear. "Haven't been to the colosseum yet, I'll probably check it out later. I'm always up for watching competitive battling." Brisa had been there? That wasn't too surprising. And it'd probably done her some good, what with the way that people kept giving her shit for being...

Starr did her best to keep the discomfort off her face. "Yeah, uh... I heard they're pretty comfortable just hanging out in there, so I'm fine with them not coming out." Being guaranteed that it wouldn't come out was like, the one thing keeping her okay with this whole arrangement. Starr...

Starr stared back, deadpan. Alright, it was pretty much impossible to go any lower-effort than that. Part of her wanted to try, though. With a sideways glance at her lump, and about half a second's worth of thought, Starr replied, "Bob."

Starr tilted her head. Until today, she never would have given any thought at all to the idea of shades even having personalities. But then Dave had to go and say that they could think, and... dammit, why'd things have to be complicated. "Yeah, uh. Guess I don't really know what mine's...

Starr blinked at Astrid like she'd just grown a second head. "...Hungry?" Feeding the nightmare shadow creature was just about the last thing she would have ever thought to do. Then again, didn't Dave say something like you could feed these things and they'd love you? Not that she wanted it...

Welp. You could cut the awkwardness with a knife, but at least the response was totally neutral. That was fine. If Astrid wanted to feel awkward around Starr, that was her problem. So long as she didn't act weird about it. Starr shrugged. "Dunno, I don't think anyone else's been in here...

It'd been a hell of a long day. After several hours of exploring the city and them multiple stressful talks about shades and shadows and Team Rocket shit, Starr was ready to crash early. And this place had actual beds too, not the straw piles they'd been stuck with back in Treasure Town. She...

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Starr nodded distractedly. "Yeah. Maple told us she'll spill the rest of the story tomorrow, so I'm damn well gonna hold her to it. You might be able to get some more info from her then. Especially since her squad's been studying the machine you were in." Until then, probably best to...

Starr's tail flicked from side to side, pensive. "Yeah. I miss my team too. Can't imagine if I couldn't remember them."

"Yeah, she sure as hell isn't a Smeargle. Said she planned to tell everyone her whole deal tomorrow, but me and Nip grilled her until she told us she was a Voice of Life." Starr paused, then added, "Dunno whether it's bullshit or not, but it's pretty safe to say she's telling the truth about...

It was like an icy fist had grabbed hold of Starr's chest, clenched tight. "What--you don't think Giovanni could be here?" It wouldn't... it wouldn't be him. Not really. Another version of him. He wouldn't recognize her. But... Then something else jumped out at her. "Maple," Starr...

Starr snorted. Okay, that kind of helped take the edge off, at least a little. "Well, that's one way to put it. Another way would be... I don't know, fucking interdimensional siblings or something." Anything would be an improvement over her actual brother back home.

"Giovanni's your... dad." Starr was still frozen, unable to process it. What the hell. What the hell. If it wasn't bad enough that there were multiple versions of Team Rocket, there were multiple versions of him. What the hell. SIlver. His name was Silver. And Nate had known that. Maybe...

Well didn't he sound confident about that. "Yeah, Rocket sure as hell never had shadow tech in my world either. Or fucking portals, for that matter. Believe me, it's weird as hell." Starr went rigid, staring at him in disbelief. What? He was... what? How? Should she... tell him?