Search results

Starr threw an arm around Brisa’s shoulder. “Last chance to show what we’re made of—that thing won’t know what hit it.”

Starr closed her eyes contentedly. "Oh, I know you can, but whether you will is a whole other thing. I've gotta be there to be the bad influence, you know."

Starr closed her eyes with a bit of a smirk. She grabbed Brisa's paw and said. "You better. Otherwise, I don't know, I'd probably have figure out how to come check on you, and whose ass I'd need to kick to make things decent for you."

Starr eyed Sombra carefully. “That’s… good. That’s good. And look—if this was like something you’d had your heart set on or whatever, you don’t have to let me stop you, I just…” She trailed off, tail swishing in the sand. “I just want you to fucking like you.”

Starr dug her elbow into Brisa’s shoulder. “Funny, that’s not the way I remember it.” But it was good to think back on it as just some kind of fun detour before what they had now. So there was a chance Brisa might go for it, then. Become Zeraora. Live the life of a lonely guardian. “I'm...

Starr kept her eyes on nothing in particular, drifting from the grass to the clouds to the tree, saying nothing. Man... why did it always have to be like this. All that pain and misery and suffering and behind all of it, there was always just... someone hurting. Just once, Starr wanted things...

Starr glanced uncertainly at Brisa. Much as she wanted to just leave that thing to the others--she'd finished, she'd done her job--if Brisa was going, then... "I'll go with you," she said. No clue what they'd find when they went in, but... whatever. They'd be able to handle it.

"Fuck it up," Cal had said. Starr glanced back and forth between Astrid and Brisa. "Fuck it up," she echoed.

The team was falling apart. Recoiling from visions of themselves spouting bullshit that felt like the truth, lashing out, striking each other. Starr hunkered down in the center of it all, struggling to shut everything out. Including that feeling building inside her, that desperate, burning...

Well, what do you know. That bastard actually came through in the end. Not that it came close to making up for all the bullshit he'd caused, but... it'd do for now. Starr's limbs felt lighter than they had ever since she'd arrived at this place. Moving around, dodging, striking--it all felt...

A million silver souls poured into the hazy realm of nothingness though torn gashes in what might have been the sky. The oppressive haze lifted enough for Starr to finally move. Her tail lashed impatiently. Back to business, then. Lexx blinked and shook his head, looking like he'd just come...

An oppressive haze hung over everyone. It was getting hard to move. Soda was gone. (He was gone. Not even a few days ago they'd been trading shittalk with him in the colosseum and now he was gone.) "Ah, crap..." a voice behind Starr said. "We're gonna die here, aren't we?" She turned to see...

Starr tilted her head back at Brisa. “Yeah? Well, I hope if you meet someone like me back home, they like you more than I did at first,” she said with a bit of a crooked grin.

“Well, I’m glad that works great for them. Good for them,” Starr replied, a little too gruffly. She rubbed her eyes, searching for the right words. “I just… you shouldn’t have to be someone else for people to like you.”

Starr nodded vaguely, eyes drifting out toward the ocean. "Right. Makes sense. I've always said you're better off leaving that shitty town." And that was still true, but... She glanced back at Brisa. "So you think you'd be happy like that? Being a legend."

Starr's brow furrowed. She put on a casual tone and replied, "Well yeah, I don't know who the hell deserves it if you don't." She paused again, mixed emotions swimming in her chest. "So you think you'd want to do it, then?" she asked, a bit quieter. "Ascend, I mean."

Light on one side, Shadow on the other. It wasn't hard to guess who should take on which. Starr and Brisa wouldn't be able to combine their strength, not this time. But they'd be fine. There wasn't a chance in hell that Brisa would fail to take that oversized glowing target down. And Starr...

Starr shrugged. "Maybe I am, who's to say," she replied with a crooked smile. "Why--you want competition?" Nah, not her type. Was fun to see the look on Brisa's face, though. "Extremespeed, huh. Yeah, it's a good fit." Brisa had always been into doing quick strikes, always trying to push...