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Starr put a paw to her her forehead. "I'm not saying it's like across the street or anything, I just mean nothing would seem weird if you got an email saying your kid was in downtown whatever." Maybe Celadon was a bad example, everyone knew the west side of town was seedy. Saffron? That base...

Starr tilted her head. "Huh. Yeah, we've got rangers and League managers and such running things too. Keeping idiots out of the deepwilds and crap. Though I think GPS stuff can only be grabbed in emergencies? Privacy and all that." Not that Team Rocket gave a shit about privacy. She'd...

Starr let out a snort. "Yeah, no, most kids aren't exactly running around getting into fights with Rockets on their journey. Just the usual sanitized League circuit--following the routes, sleeping in Pokecenters, calling home every weekend begging to dump half their allowance on dumb shit...

Starr shrugged. "Something like that. The annoying part is that their track record is pretty decent. Both of 'em gave me hell when I was running things." And whose fault was that? Fucking Sebastian. She let out a sigh, finishing off the rest of her drink. At least someone agreed that it...

Starr's brow furrowed, like she was trying to find some way to protest but couldn't figure out how. He kept talking like it was all Giovanni, like she hadn't actually done any of it. Like none of it was her choice. He didn't get it at all. But... whatever, she wasn't in the mood to argue...

Starr's fur bristled, and she turned away with a scoff. "Yeah, I guess you're old enough that even when I hit seventeen, I might as well have been just a kid, right?" How many times had she heard that one back when she was an executive? No one ever seemed to give a shit that you were a...

Starr blinked at him. 'Make'? Part of her wanted to snap that they hadn't made her do anything when all the worst of it came after she'd reached executive, once she'd become the one giving the orders. Part of her wanted to tell him 'None of your damn business,' but the other half was...

Starr exhaled slowly through her nose. "Most recruits weren't that young, no." "It wasn't unheard of, though," she went on. "Failed trainers, runaways, kids with shitty home lives looking to make a quick buck, that sort of thing." After all, that was only the reason why the rebel kids were...

Starr let out a sigh. Alright, Sword was down for real this time. And the Substitute hadn't even broken. Well, they'd won. She could let herself feel good about that. Starr turned around and walked over to where Brisa had fallen. She kneeled down and pushed gently on Brisa's shoulder...

Starr's brow furrowed. Goddammit, there was no way to say this that didn't sound totally fucking ridiculous. Part of her considered just leaving right there, but she'd already committed to waiting for Brisa, so... "...Right before I turned thirteen," she answered, very deliberately avoiding...

Starr's tail twitched. Right, she had wound up telling him that after the interrogation. At this rate, half the team was gonna hear about it. And the half that didn't would whine about not getting to know sooner. "Yeah, I was. For about five years," she replied, watching carefully for his...

Starr leaned back in her chair, putting her feet on the table. "Haven't talked with him that much yet." He'd pretty much just... showed up one day, dragged there by Rocky, and both Starr and Nate had been equally confused about it. There'd been a full team of Pokemon to be distracted by...

Logging 4 hours of art and writing throughout the week Upgrading Guardian III to Sentinel +1 to Status HP: 17 Stm: 113 Atk: 126

"Let's show them what Telum's heroes can do!"

Starr found herself letting out a snort without meaning to. "No, she hasn't fessed up yet. For the longest time I wasn't even sure if she knew." She had to by now, though, right? Starr really wasn't sure if staying here was the best idea, but she didn't really want to go anywhere else...

Starr's ears flattened. "Yeah, okay, well I kind of think there's a bit of a difference if it's a legend doing that or if it's me." But that wasn't right either. They'd beaten the shit out of each other in the Colosseum too. And it wasn't like this was anything Brisa couldn't heal off just...

Starr turned away, glowering at the wall. "I didn't think she would." I thought she should. "I just... wanted to make sure she was okay." There was something bugging Starr about the comparison to the Shadow Machine, and maybe she wouldn't have said anything normally, but her filter was down...

Starr knew that look. The battle was won. But Sword wasn't giving up. And Starr really just... didn't have any desire to smash a beaten foe into the dirt, at least not now, not after everything. (Or maybe the truth was just that she was too tired for this.) "You deal with this," she said...

Starr let herself glance back toward him, momentarily nonplussed. "Nothing... last night, no. Not that I'd have remembered it either way I guess. Kind of a bit more concerned about the mission." Why was she still here. Brisa wasn't here, Dave sure as hell didn't want to talk, and neither did...

An unholy barrage of rocks and water and earth and Blacklight and Starr was still standing, somehow. Hell, she still had energy to spare. (Was that... because of Brisa?) Maybe it was the adrenaline high, or the thrill of seeing victory within grasp, but it wasn't so hard to force a smile...