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Starr glanced up from her phone to see that Dave had just walked in through the guild's automatic doors. Then, to her immense displeasure, she realized he was referring to the lump now slowly rocking its way toward her, one wobble at a time. Starr groaned exasperatedly. "Yeah, the damn thing...

Starr was sprawled out on one of the beanbag chairs in the main lobby. She'd heard that they'd be assigned dorms soon, so she was just killing some time browsing her phone until then. Or at least, trying to... if she weren't dealing with a splitting headache that definitely had nothing to do...

Name: Palkia Species: Space Incarnate Appearance: Doesn't always need to take on its physical draconic form, feel free to portray it as some kind of messed-up extradimensional abstraction. Personality: High-class troll, delighting in chaos and disarray. Loves to see mortals persevere against...

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Starr looked unimpressed. "Another Necrozma, huh. Well, our Necromza was pretty interested in Cosmog, and it turns out he's human, and he might be from the same world that all this Rocket shit came from. So I'm thinking we wanna talk to him asap." Any excuse to get the hell away from Maple.

Starr threw a sideway glance toward Cynthian. Maple had what? She'd cornered the team to coerce answers out of them? When the hell...? But then she'd just come right out and said that she couldn't do shit to them. And now there was some other force that they all had to deal with. Wasn't...

Starr kept a wary eye on Maple. Much as she hated to admit it, she really didn't know enough to dispute it. Diyem, how likely is that to be bullshit? He oughta know--he'd pretended to be one himself, after all.

Nip was way more polite than Starr felt like being. "We don't need to know your whole life story or any crap like that. I don't care if you save that for tomorrow. Give us the damn abridged version now." Then they could verify if the full story added up later.

Starr raised a paw, her face a total deadpan. "Hi, quick question, what the shit was that about?"

Starr blinked at Nip. Shit, that's right, the machine had a person inside of it. And he was a human on top of it. "Okay, yeah, we need to talk to Cosmog about this. Something tells me he's gonna know a hell of a lot more than the rest of us." And then Soda's words properly registered. She...

Right. This was happening, apparently. No escaping it. Starr rubbed her temple. "The R stands for Rocket. Pretty much everyone in my home region has heard of them--they're infamous." She paused, giving Cynthian a look. "It's... honestly probably easier to list things they haven't done...

Starr gave Maple a sideways glance. "Yeah, uh... interdimensional travel isn't exactly a thing where I'm from. Before I got pulled here by Diyem, I'd have told anyone they were crazy for asking about it." She paused, then added, "And don't get me started on Darkwhite, I don't know what the...

Diyem knew. The others didn't have to. "Is it bad?" Starr asked with a scoff. "Yeah, I'll say. That logo--it's the symbol for the group of assholes responsible for pretty much every damn problem in the entire region back home. Not exactly the kind of thing anyone wants to see there--and...

Starr glanced at the banged up hunks of junk that'd been salvaged. "This thing's human tech? How can you tell?" Sure, there was some kind of "shadow Pokemon" incident way off in the ass-end of nowhere a few years back (and apparently the same could be said in Cuicatl's world?). But Starr...

Holy shit an actual city. Paved roads, modern buildings, screens visible through windows. It practically would have been like being back home... y'know, if not for all the Pokemon walking down the roads. And on some level, it shouldn't have been that surprising--the team had been given...

Starr clenched her teeth. Why did she even bother. It's none of your business if she wants to make herself miserable. Why do you care anyway? ...why did she care? They didn't know each other that well. Why the hell should it bother her to see Cuitatl torn up like this. It was aggravating...

Shit. So it'd happened to her too. Sure, it'd been the most obvious with that huge burst that had instantly corrupted Brisa, Owen, Cabot, and Nate, but... with that damn fog sinking into everyone the whole battle, there were bound to be others than had fallen to the shadows more slowly...

Mm. Sounded like it was more than that. But if Cuicatl didn't wanna talk about it, that was on her. "Makes sense. I don't even really remember the end of the fight. Blacked out from my own attack and woke up here, so it couldn't have gone too bad." She gave Cuicatl a sideways glance...

Raising a baby Tyrunt too? Damn, this girl wasn't kidding with the dragon thing. Starr put on a casual tone and said, "Nothing saying you can't enjoy things here as long as you can. Even if you have to go back." Then again, Starr had yet to see Cuicatl look cheerful about anything since that...

Huh. Cuicatl was psychic. Starr was pretty sure that hadn't come up before. Psychics weren't exactly unheard of back home, but they sure as hell weren't common. Still, no wonder she'd spent so much time talking with Pokemon. "Yeah, I feel you there. I miss my team pretty bad." Okay, so at...