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Starr glanced at Silver when he addressed her. There was still a part of her that instinctively tried to see the Mewtwo as Giovanni. But no... his expression, his mannerisms, everything was totally different. In a weird way, there were moments where she saw something that vaguely reminded her...

Starr let out a heavy breath. Another minute or so in that fight and Zekrom would've fucking steamrolled them. There wasn't much they could've done if that last all-out attack hadn't been enough. But it had. Hard to not feel good about yourself when you'd just beaten a god. "That's true...

Starr paused. She was halfway out of the room and dead tired. Part of her was tempted to just give a one-word answer and leave. But, against her better judgement, she turned around and replied, "Uh... yeah, I guess. I mean, I'm not usually the one who books the matches--that's Brisa--but...

Starr let out a snort of mild amusement. "Looks like they're having fun." She glanced back inside the fridge. Yeah, Weavile didn't look like they were moving anytime soon. She shrugged and shut the door. After guzzling the rest of the Cheri juice and tossing the carton in the trash, Starr...

Starr stared back, her face deadpan. "Cute," she said flatly before nudging the 'grape juice' to the side. They better not have drank all the good stuff. The lemonade was gone, god dammit. At least there was still half a carton of Cherri juice left. Then again, almost anything sounded good...

What a day. Starr sure hadn't planned on spending an extra hour in the training rooms, but Brisa really wanted to perfect that new strategy for when they'd be fighting Team Spice, and Starr wasn't in the mood to protest. Distractions were good in general these days. She really hadn't been...

I'd be up for running one again! Looking forward to seeing which themes get picked! (C'monnnnn Detective Pikachu...)

More barriers. Always with the barriers, and none of her usual tricks worked, so she'd just have to go all-out. Both of them--Starr and Astrid. That'd let Brisa land the decisive blow, and--well, they'd both sensed it, hadn't they? The way Brisa was yearning to show the full extent of her...

A deafening Bolt Strike smashed Starr's Substitute into bits, and she felt the unsettling sensation that it was going to hit her if things had gone just a little differently. Whatever the hell that meant. Anyway, the rocks still hurt like hell, so she needed to heal if she didn't want to go...

Starr had thought that she'd be able to tear through those shields with a rapid flurry of flaming claws, but--dammit. It was the same kind of shield that Lugia had used. Weak attacks would bounce right off. God dammit. And before she could do anything else, Brisa had yelled out that she'd...

Dave was opting to... head out while looking half-dead. Alright then. Not like she could judge, what with how many times she'd done the same thing. She'd have the place to herself, which was fine. Ideal. There was silence, after Dave left. Starr didn't much like silence. She let herself...

"...Right. Never mind." It made sense that he wouldn't want to talk about tiring political shit. She wouldn't want to talk about that either. Also, he looked about ready to collapse. "Look, if you wanna go back to sleep, don't let me stop you. I'll be fine waiting for Brisa on my own,"...

No tricks, no games, just one bigass lightning crash that smashed Astrid into the dirt. God dammit why hadn't she done that, that thing--where she went all weird and Radiant and nothing could touch her for a while. (Because she'd been putting up defenses for the team, obviously.) Astrid was...

Oh. He had other kids. Yeah, of course he'd want to go back. She should've figured. The idea of meeting his kids as an Incineroar sure was a mental image. It vaguely made her imagine him returning home to his kids as a Mightyena. "She's got good taste--half my team's Fire-type," Starr...

Starr really wasn't too sure how she'd let Brisa talk her into spending almost as much time in the colosseum as she did, but one match every once in a while had turned into this, and the weirdest part was that she didn't even mind. They just lived here now, apparently. Brisa must've felt like...

Starr nodded distantly, but her mind was elsewhere. A pitch-dark night lit by raging flames. Gunshots. Kids running and screaming. Scouring the stadium in a singeminded daze, not knowing if she'd find her best friend dead or if she'd have to kill her herself. On Cibus, you could get people...

A chill fell over Starr. She stared at him, mouth dry. The acting weird about guns. The being obsessed with kids being in danger, and parents not knowing where they were at. God dammit he had a dead kid shit fuck. “...That fucking sucks,” she said finally, avoiding his eye.

Starr was silent for a long time. Dave didn't reply. She was okay with that. "Probably sounds like my world's a shithole the way I'm describing all this," Starr finally said, breaking the silence. "Most people have a pretty good time on their journeys. We're just special I guess," she added...

Starr looked up, eyeing him carefully. It didn't... seem like he was just bullshitting. He still didn't fucking understand anything (saying it's not your fault, like you didn't actually choose to do anything), but... something about it felt good to hear. "...Thanks," she muttered finally...

Starr threw her arms in the air. "Maybe! Not like I'd know when I was the one hunting them down at the time," she growled, averting her eyes. Goddamn it. She didn't want to get heated. She didn't have the energy for it. Not now. But just... fuck. She took a deep breath, keeping her claws...