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Starr clenched her teeth. Why did she even bother. It's none of your business if she wants to make herself miserable. Why do you care anyway? ...why did she care? They didn't know each other that well. Why the hell should it bother her to see Cuitatl torn up like this. It was aggravating...

Shit. So it'd happened to her too. Sure, it'd been the most obvious with that huge burst that had instantly corrupted Brisa, Owen, Cabot, and Nate, but... with that damn fog sinking into everyone the whole battle, there were bound to be others than had fallen to the shadows more slowly...

Mm. Sounded like it was more than that. But if Cuicatl didn't wanna talk about it, that was on her. "Makes sense. I don't even really remember the end of the fight. Blacked out from my own attack and woke up here, so it couldn't have gone too bad." She gave Cuicatl a sideways glance...

Raising a baby Tyrunt too? Damn, this girl wasn't kidding with the dragon thing. Starr put on a casual tone and said, "Nothing saying you can't enjoy things here as long as you can. Even if you have to go back." Then again, Starr had yet to see Cuicatl look cheerful about anything since that...

Huh. Cuicatl was psychic. Starr was pretty sure that hadn't come up before. Psychics weren't exactly unheard of back home, but they sure as hell weren't common. Still, no wonder she'd spent so much time talking with Pokemon. "Yeah, I feel you there. I miss my team pretty bad." Okay, so at...

"You could... say that. Not something I'd recommend." God, from what she could remember, Cuicatl was one of those people who like, respected the legends and called them gods, and... yeah, it wouldn't be a good idea to go sharing her job history anytime soon. Ah. Yeah, Starr had gotten the...

Starr sucked in a breath. In her mind, there was a sudden flash of red. Articuno and Moltres dissolving into light. Zapdos electrocuting her squad in a fit of rage. She wiped the reaction from her face just as fast, and then felt stupid for it--not like Cuicatl could see her. "Shit...

Starr's tail flicked back and forth. "Dunno about the shadow stuff. Where I'm from, there's ways to strip free will from Pokemon. They don't really go berserk like the shadows we've run into here, though. It's more like they're just... blank. Completely obedient." Saying so left an acrid...

The aftermath of the fight had passed by in a blur. She'd been taken back to the guild by Brisa and Curio, and after the hell they'd all been through, she wasn't in much of a hurry to get back on her feet. Most of the team had apparently moved to Destiny Village already. Starr was fine with...

Starr was frozen midstep. Her hateful gaze had been fixed on the ground ever since Diyem's interruption, his words echoing in her head on repeat. She could actually see the grass smoldering slightly around her paws. Slowly, she forced her eyes upward to meet Brisa's. Dozens of things she...

What the FUCK. Did she just-- How did she-- WHAT. She's... she's just pulling stuff out of her ass, she doesn't actually... "You don't have a fucking clue what you're talking about," Starr hissed. "You don't even give a shit that I was trying to help, do you? No, you just want to act all...

"A shot at calming her down, what are you--?" Starr stopped, shaking her head. Now she's not even trying to pretend like she's not just making shit up. "So I guess you're the expert here? How the hell do you know she would've survived if we didn't knock that thing out of her as fast as...

Again, what even was any of this. "Putting her life at risk, what the hell are you talking about? In what world is a low-level Ember gonna kill a Totodile?" Yeah, okay, maybe this world was different... but Pokémon here seemed even more sturdy than back home. Feraligatr would've laughed at...

Starr blinked at the Shinx, utterly baffled. And here she was expecting Brisa to come up with some half-assed complaint about Starr helping when no one asked her to. But no, it was the opposite? "The hell are you talking about? Did you miss the part where I literally did help kick that slug...

Starr's ears flicked toward the voice. She turned to see Brisa climbing out of the entrance to Surf's home, looking just as tense as she had during the fight with the slug thing, like she'd missed the memo that the fight was over or something. She wouldn't stop giving Starr weird looks during...

Starr was still breathing heavy, muscles tense, fur standing on end. Necrozma had caught the slug, and part of her still wasn't sure they shouldn't just squash the damn thing, but... whatever, his problem now, let him deal with it. Anyway, the mess here looked like it was basically resolved...

Starr gaped at them incredulously. “Are you people fucking blind, it’s right there,” she said, jabbing a paw at the squirming sluglike thing. It looked a lot weaker now, but she still wasn’t about to take her eyes off of it after what had just happened.

Starr hissed through her teeth. Motherfu-- It burned. But it wasn't actually doing anything. Just surges of raw pain, on her paws, on her shoulder where it had jabbed her. Come on, fight through it, come on-- Starr pushed herself to keep going while her teammates closed in on the thing from...

Diyem what the hell is that thing, whatthehellisthatthing. Starr felt nothing but stunned confusion from him. But that... It was... What...? Totodile had fallen limp. The thing was slithering toward the balcony. It was going to escape. It was-- "It's getting away!" Starr barked, lunging...

Don't gotta tell me twice! Starr snapped back at Diyem. Brisa had taken that moment to shout something at the Totodile, distracting her. Which meant that the phantom clinging to her was a free target--Starr took a deep breath and breathed out another burst of flames right at the shadowy haze.