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Starr let out a snort, and something about laughing again hurt in just the right way. "The hell are you on about. I'm the one that should be asking you two if you even want my sorry ass around."

Starr had watched Curio and Brisa's reunion in silence. Even though she'd known the two would be overjoyed to see each other again... it was still good to see it happen for real. Even if it reminded her that there wasn't anyone on the team who'd be that happy to see her back, and that it was...

Starr's vision had gone blurry. Ghostly fog clung to her, obscuring her surroundings. But when it faded, she suddenly had to squint as her eyes burned. After days and days of darkness, the overwhelming glare of sunlight was too much. Wait... sunlight. She hardly dared to believe it...

Starr's ears had gone flat. Brisa's voice. Talking to... her? What. It took her several seconds to actually register the meaning of her words. A name. Anise? It didn't sound... bad. Why was she suggesting that, was there some other meaning to it that Starr didn't know about, was this...

Too confused. Too stressed. Celeste wasn't throwing her under the bus? What was happening. "I don't..." she started, struggling to get her words straight. "I don't think that's what Diyem was saying. Back then." Was this all... a miscommunication? What in the hell. Anyway, uh. Time to...

No no no NO, we are NOT talking about this right now. At Nip's words, Starr jumped forward to stand next to him. "Yeah, we really do not need to rehash what happened at the bluff for the millionth time. Everyone already knows Turf got possessed. Let's focus on the damn mission."

Starr chuckled to herself at Celeste's backtalk until he got to the part about killing kids what the actual hell. First Brisa, now Celeste too? Where the hell did these people get that from? They were literally the first ones to try knocking her out because she was possessed, but then they...

"Oh my fucking god an actual phone give it to me," Starr said, practically bowling people over to get to Maple. Phones were the worst and also she needed one immediately. "...You're telling me this fantasy Pokemon world has social media," Starr said in a total deadpan. She really, really...

For several seconds, Starr said nothing. She just stood motionless, fully aware of all the eyes on her. So that’s how she wants to be. Fine then. “Alright,” she said slowly. “Alright. Maybe it’s the Pokemon in me now. Maybe it’s the stress, hell if I know. You wanna be like that?”—she...

Starr snapped her attention to the Riolu that had walked up when she wasn't looking. Dammit. She kind of liked Curio, too. "Oh, forgive me for not being a basket of sunshine and rainbows when we've got two goddamn giant Magikarps to fight, and teammates that don't have a spine, and this...

Starr's ears flicked toward the Shinx. Oh, so she wanted to call her out, did she? Fine. Fine. Whatever. Starr didn't come here to make friends. The Litten bared her teeth in a sneer. "Can't say that I have, no. My skills are more in line with making people miserable. That's why I knew...

Starr blinked at the cowering Roselia next to her. While he had pretty much agreed with everything she'd said, did he have to be such a damn wuss about it? "Jesus, could you at least try to not be a sniveling coward," she said, rolling her eyes. "I thought everyone here was supposed to be a...

As Starr stared at the pair of Magikarp flopping their way toward town, she tried to find it in herself to care, but ultimately could not. What difference did it make if it was one Magikarp or two? They were boned either way. "Yeah, this pretty much confirms it--whoever's behind this wanted...

Starr winced. Even though she'd only just seconds ago been wishing for the chance to take the Absol up on that punching offer, she still couldn't help feeling kinda bad for him. Especially with how pathetic he looked now... It was like that punch had shattered his entire world. "Hey, uh... you...

Starr's eyes lit up. "God you have no idea how badly I've wanted to punch something ever since we got here." She glanced down at her paws and sighed. "I don't think it'd be the same in this body though."

Starr watched the ongoing situation with Owen, tail twitching restlessly. Something didn't add up. "Yeah, uh, anyone feel like asking why, if Truffles over here is so friendly and helpful, did our oh-so-gracious host act like we had to be on high alert?"

Starr snorted, suppressing a smirk. So the blue dog wanted to play games. Alright, not like she had anything better to do right now. "Some bold talk from the animal most famous for shit-eating and butt-sniffing."

Oh, screw this blue dog in particular. "Yeah, go piss on a stump." Starr gawked at the pissed-off mutt. He seriously didn't remember? She could make things easier on herself and just ignore him. He didn't need to know. ... Ah, screw it. "So you're telling me you don't remember spending...

Starr felt her ears flatten without telling them to. It was that asshole from the mafia game. Of course he'd be here too. What the hell was the criteria for coming here again? "Nice to see you too," she said dryly. "Lemme guess, you wanted a trial run at being dog last time?" Starr raised...

Starr rolled her eyes at the Riolu, and she felt her tail flick in response. That was gonna take some getting used to. "Yeah, laugh it up, not like you didn't make a fool of yourself last time." Starr squinted at the clay, statuesque Pokemon in front of her. 'Ashwood'... that...