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Starr recoiled backward, clutching her chest. “Fuck…” Her hand was wet. Her breath hitched. They were trapped. Just like last time, facing down death in the form of Mewtwo. It was a total fluke that she'd made it out last time. She wouldn't get so lucky a second time. ...... No. No, she...

Starr leaped back the instant Mewtwo appeared, fur standing on end. Shit, shit shit. Then a half-second of relief when she realized that he was gathering Psychic energy--what, did he just forget she was dark-type? Then she realized he was aiming at Lexx and God DAMN it-- "Get out of the...

Starr snapped her eyes to the approaching shadow and felt her blood run cold. He was close. On top of that, she could now feel the telltale psychic pressure accompanying him. Dammit, dammit, dammit. "I'm working on that," Starr muttered. She could already feel the buzzing of Radiance in the...

Starr clenched her hands like she wanted to strangle him. "Oh my god, would it kill you to just give a straight answer to anything in your life?!" She paced back and forth next to his chair, tail lashing. "You wanna know what info I want? How about why the fuck you told the boss I was friends...

Starr gaped at him incredulously. "What are you talking about? I didn't put you there—you're not making any goddamn sen—" But the moment the words were out of her mouth, she immediately found herself doubting them. A hazy image flashed through her mind--herself, carrying the unconscious shade...

Everything happened in an instant. One moment, Starr was clinging to Owen's back for dear life, eyes screwed shut, teeth clenched. The next, she opened her eyes to see Brisa falling through the air, disappearing into the storm. Time slowed to a crawl. A sickening horror stabbed through Starr's...

a) Poke-pov, Reverse, and Sinnoh Journeyfic b) prooobably shouldn't write for the first few weeks of August because I'll be catching up on commissions after art fight c) would prefer not to start Looking forward to it!

Flying. Great, Starr had always hated flying. But if she had to choose, she’d pick Owen. At least with a Charizard she knew what to expect, as opposed to all the various hugeass light dragons. “Let’s get this over with,” the Incineroar said, stretching her arms over her head.

Sword and Shield. Ascended. Was that why the colosseum match with them had been a way bigger deal than Starr had originally expected? Some kind of test? ...Yeah, she could kinda see why the people in charge might've wanted to wait and see if Sword was... a good fit for this. “So how’re...

For the first time in a while, Starr felt like she could relax. She exhaled slowly, eyes closed in contentment. Her thoughts were calm, finally. Yeah, this was nice. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but after a little while, she leaned close to Brisa's ear and said, "So does this...

Starr waited as Brisa fought with herself to get the words out. And then, once the question was finally out there in the open, her expression slowly morphed into a smirk. "So what would you call that spa trip, then?"

Starr closed her eyes with an impressed smile. "Hey, what do you know. You finally said it." Yeah, she'd known all along. And she'd had been fine with it. Content with knowing Brisa felt that way about her. And hadn't exactly been doing much to dissuade her. Pretty much had encouraged it at...

Starr leaned her head back, feeling some more of the residual tension leaving her. "Yeah, I know." The corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly. "I've got eyes. It'd be hard not to."

Starr elbowed her lightly in the side. "Good. I was worried I'd have to fight you until you stopped feeling alone."

Starr couldn't resist letting out a snort. Thinking back on all that now, after everything... it felt so damn stupid. It was hard to focus on heavy shit when you felt like a dumbass. "Nah. Unfortunately you're just too damn earnest to hate." She folded her arms behind her head and leaned...

Always with the second chances. Back home. Here. How many were people going to keep giving her? 'You oughta give yerself one, too.' It wasn't quite the same this time. Brisa hadn't exactly been trapped, powerless, unable to fight back. She'd been able to fight willingly. But still... "I...

Starr's brow furrowed, and she sank back against the couch a bit. "Yeah, I guess. Someone's gotta keep them from getting themselves killed." She couldn't help thinking back to just how outraged Dave had been that they were still doing it in the first place. "I just... I know Jade's still...

Starr dragged her hands down her face, exhaling slowly. "No, I know that's stupid. I know that wouldn't fix anything, I just..." She expected the shadow to call her a coward again. It didn't. "I just want there to be some way to fix it. But there's nothing. No way to take any of it back." As...

It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing her chest. "...No, I know it wouldn't," Starr muttered. She'd already been told something like that before, hadn't she? Back in her own world. It was just the same same thing over and over. Why couldn't she just forget it all. It'd be so much...

God, why was Brisa so quick to act like any of this was even remotely okay? What the hell did Starr need to do before Brisa would admit that she was scum. "You keep talking like I've changed. Like I'd somehow choose better if I could do it all again, knowing what I know now. But you don't...