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Lexx glanced over his shoulder at the others while they talked, pretending not to pay attention while he fiddled with some disassembled bits of Pokeballs. At the very least they'd done their due diligence with the illusion-cancellers. To be honest, the main reason he didn't want to press too...

OBJECTION I have it on good authority that in one """Unova Trainer Fic Exquisite Corpse""" you yourself pioneered the bold and controversial move of having Team Plasma, alleged Pokemon welfare enthusiasts, duct-tape Pokemon together as part of their hybrid army. Not only that, but this plot...

"Yeah, so... anytime this shitty dream decides to end, that'd be real fuckin' neato."

Starr leaped through the portal, tensed for a fight, claws flexed and fur standing on end. When she landed on the other side, she immediately had to squint through the bright, glittering snow, letting her inner fire flare up to stave off the blistering cold. When her eyes had adjusted, she...

Lexx shrugged. "None taken. I know the other me woulda had no trouble cracking this case, but I've got a ways to go on that front." He was supposed to be good at this stuff. What choice did he have but to learn it all as fast as possible? "So there really hasn't been anyone else interested...

Lexx crossed his arms behind his head, putting on an irreverent smile. "Well, knowing how to replicate what the enemy's up to is half the battle, isn't it?" Still, he couldn't help hoping there'd be more to it than that. Glancing about the lab casually, he went on, "Seems like most of the...

A dead end, huh... Well, that was inconvenient. And it didn't seem like a lie--he wasn't nearly flustered enough for that. "Oh, oh, how about that Mewtwo tracker I heard about? How's that coming along?" Come to think of it, how many people on the team knew about that? One would think that'd...

Lexx tapped a fist to his palm as if he were only just remembering. "Right, that! Reshiram was looking into that, wasn't he? Checking the transmission logs, trying to get a better idea of where the fake message came from?"

Lexx gave a small wave. "Heya! Silver's team been keeping you busy? Well... busier? Haven't stopped by in a while, I know--missed the place, wondered if you'd had any cool discoveries lately, feel like sharing 'em?" he rambled casually. Oh, or there was always the direct route. Apparently...

"Can't say I've got any experience myself," Lexx replied with a shrug. "Doesn't strike me as anything the other me would have gotten up to. Doubt I'll be much help on the intimidation side of things, but I might have a few ideas on how to help our Porygon-Z friend slip up." In truth, he...

Starr stiffened up, instinctively moving to pull away. It would've been easy with her new form. But at the last second she froze, staring down at the Zeraora-shade clinging to her, and it was like all the fight had left her. "You don't have to fucking feel okay. Not after..." Her voice...

Starr held tight, refusing to let go, still half-expecting Brisa to slip through her fingers like smoke. But no, she was here. Solid. Warm. And even as the Luxio grew and changed shape in her arms, she didn't let go. "Welcome back," she choked.

Nothing mattered until that moment when Diyem finally reached the roots of the Tree of Life. Not Cola. Not Xerneas. Nothing. Starr held her breath as the black-flamed Charmander reached into the rainbow energy, and even then, her brain couldn't stop generating all the ways it could go wrong...

And I didn't, because I was too busy thinking about myself. Starr's throat clenched up, and she glanced away, forcing the thought out of her head. Grasping at anything to say, she muttered, "Then you should just... be whoever the fuck you want. I don't know. I'm not exactly in a good spot to...

Starr paused, only now fully realizing just how badly Luz was dealing with all this. The eternally, obnoxiously cheerful familiar, the one most likely to brush things off like they were fine... and she was feeling it too. For the first time. "Of course it's gonna feel bad when you see something...

Starr’s chest tightened. “All that stuff you’re saying you’re ‘supposed to’ be sounds like a bunch of shit to me,” she said, her voice dry. “You don’t just, not feel it. If anyone told me I had to be like that, I’d punch their lights out.” What she didn’t say was that she hadn’t expected Luz...

A bit of the tension left Starr at those words. Here she was, ready for more useless, insulting, tone-deaf optimism like it didn’t matter what happened to Brisa just because they’d see her again eventually. Like that was supposed to make it okay. But that wasn’t what she’d gotten. Instead...

A brief flash of hot anger wormed its way through Starr’s insides, and in her mind she could hear herself snarling, ‘Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?’ but it fizzled out just as quickly, leaving a cold pit in her stomach. “Of course I am,” Starr muttered bitterly, without making eye contact. Did she...

Starr considered the Zeraora-shade wordlessly for several seconds, her expression neutral. There was obviously more to it than what Luz was saying. She thought to say ‘you could’ve messaged me’ but then remembered that she had Luz blocked. Instead, she said, “I would’ve heard in the group...

Most Pokemon gravitated toward the sparring rooms, which was exactly why Starr wasn’t there. She didn’t want to spar, and she didn’t want to talk. She was sick of everyone looking at her like she was going to explode any second. And she needed time to get used to her new body before the next...