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Starr stared at Brisa, speechless. All the things she could have said died on her tongue. She wanted to be anywhere else but here. She wanted to be home. She didn't have to deal with this there, not with people to hold her back, to believe in her, even if... 'I was right about you.' "Join...

Blinding daggers of pain dug into Starr from all over. From Brisa? From her own Radiance? What did it matter. The only thing thing that mattered was ending this now and then never thinking about it again. "I didn't want any of this!" Starr hissed with a sharp exhale as something tore her...

She was a meteor, all blazing speed and fury, and she knew that this was stupid, and she knew that this was pointless, and she knew nothing would change what had happened (nothing could erase--) but in this moment, she just could not, would not, allow herself to care. So Starr rushed straight...

Beams of light rose up in front of Starr, and she only barely managed to skid to a stop before she crashed right into them. She pivoted around to turn back, but the bars were all around her. Bars. Curio had said-- This was her Radiance. Starr turned and stared Brisa dead in the eyes. If...

Fire licked at the edges of Star's vision. Brisa had pivoted to head her off with an electrical tackle. Good, approaching from the side worked--no fangs this time, no risk of a lock. The hit was gonna suck, but it wasn't a game-ender. The two met with a heavy impact, sparks and flares...

A wave of sparks surged across the floor, and even the moment's contact with each footfall was enough to send the tingling wave of energy creeping up Starr's legs, settling into her muscles, dulling her movements. "Ngh..." Just when she thought she had the speed advantage. She could push past...

Starr was braced and yet the blow still came like a dump truck, slamming her back a good few feet while she struggled to keep her footing. Stabbing pain dug into her shoulder and she grit her teeth as muscles spasmed with the sting of lightning. She crouched low, tilting her body to throw the...

God, fucking-- Starr was trying. She was trying so hard to just ignore the torrent of bullshit. It was the stupidest comeback in the world. Fucking textbook trainer smack-talking that wouldn't even mean anything if not for all the everything else. Her friends would be disappointed. They'd...

Starr was quiet for a long while. It would've been so, so easy to act on it. But. But that’s what she would’ve done before. "I got nothing to prove to you. You already think I'm scum no matter what I say, what's a battle supposed to do."

There was that pain in her eyes again. Jesus, Brisa was tearing herself to pieces over literally nothing, and it was the weirdest thing in the world, and Starr almost, almost, would have felt sorry for her, if she weren't projecting that crap all over Starr just so she could feel like the better...

The shock had faded. The next blow was nothing but a dull sting. Nothing she hadn't already told herself, but with none of the precision. Starr gave Brisa an unimpressed stare, almost like she was disappointed. "Why do I even fuckin’ bother. You seriously don't even give a shit when...

There was a sudden, sickening flash of white-hot guilt burning away at her insides. 'Feel okay about it.' She'd never feel okay about that. No amount of pain could ever make up for it. Never, never, never, never. And seeing Brisa standing in front of her, throwing a fucking pity party over...

The words were a punch to the face out of nowhere, and contrasted so sharply with Brisa's downright pathetic demeanor that it took Starr a good few seconds to register that no, she really had just heard that. It took every ounce of willpower to keep the whiplash off her face, drawing on every...

Mm. So Starr had guessed right, when talking to Curio the other day. It was weird as hell to see this wanna-be tough girl acting like one mistake was the end of the world. Confusing and aggravating. Starr glanced away, trying to look indifferent. “You still beating the shit out of yourself...

Training every day was a good, familiar routine. Something that had remained consistent from back home. Granted, she didn't have to keep to a rigid schedule the way she had for most of her life, but that habit was hardly the worst thing that had stuck with her from before. It was nice, being...

... Oh god, the Mew's an idiot. "Yeah. Looks like Diyem... really brought us a winner this time," Starr said, not bothering to hide the scorn in her voice. She turned around and continued walking out of the dojo. "Yeah, not even gonna bother. Got some giant Magikarp to fry."

Starr stared, completely dumbstruck. Okay, she couldn't pretend like she knew Mew all that well, but that sure as hell didn't sound like... Right. Different universes. Duh. "Yeah, gonna hazard a guess and say you're not the Mew I've met," she said flatly, rubbing a paw against her temple...

And then, as the three were leaving the dojo, Starr's eyes went wide with realization. "Wait. When the FUCK did Mew show up?" (Mew?! Here?! Why?? But then why isn't Ajia here? She's the real hero, not you.)

"Wouldn't I be the one doing the barbecuing?" Starr asked, with a bit of a snide grin. She stood up fully, stretching out her limbs, feeling the ache lessen as the orans worked their magic. "But yeah, let's go kick some asses." Starr scoffed. "Course I will. I've had way worse than...

Starr chuckled. "Yeah, it was pretty badass, huh?" Whether that referred to her own fire breath, or Curio taking it head-on, she didn't specify. Somehow, it was like most of the tension had left her with the fight. Her eyes fell on the waffle pattern of scratches across Curio's...