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Starr remained at the back of the meeting, determinedly not saying anything. More overcomplicated bullshit, more of everyone turning out to have like fifty different parts. It didn't matter. They'd figure out who needed to get some sense beaten into them next--probably Soda--they'd go ahead...

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but your shade's got a point. Although I guess I can't be too mad at anything done in the interest of pissing off Giovanni." Starr shouldered her bag once more and nodded to the two. "I'll see you around."

Starr smirked. "Funny you should say that, cause hitting things really hard was something my team was damn good at." And now it was something she could do herself. Man, what she wouldn't give to show her team the kind of crazy firepower she could do here. They'd probably be jealous, too...

"Well, I'm sure as hell not gonna say no to hitting harder," Starr said. Her recent training had let to her imbuing even more of her inner fire into her moves. Which was good, but it didn't mean much when Joule wasn't weak to fire. So if that 'new trick' panned out, they'd actually make for a...

"Oh Jesus--" Starr had really only expected to get a sampling of the wax, so getting a full-body coating was more than a little jarring. She took a few steps back, shaking her head and snapping, "I didn't mean all over--!" before pausing suddenly. It really didn't feel half as awkward as...

Starr blinked at the shade. What the fuck was it talking about. "So it's, what... scented?" She paused, shaking her head. "I meant let me feel it before the fight so I'm not totally caught off guard, you know? Cause I get the feeling I'm gonna need all the help I can get." No matter how...

Starr raised an eyebrow. Well that sure was a quick mood turnaround. She wasn't gonna complain though. "Yeah, that wax really saved Owen's ass the other night. Don't think I've ever felt it, though. What should I expect?"

Dammit. It wasn't like Starr was trying to give Vix shit about what happened. Why'd she have to look so pitiful. Starr rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. "...Look, shit happens. I didn't realize that would happen either, so... call it even. Or if you wanna make it up to me, I dunno...

Fuck, that's right. That moment in the fight against Giovanni, when she'd suddenly traded places with Vix and found herself bombarded by attacks one after another. Just thinking back on it made her throat clench with the burning frustration of trying to land a followup attack on the boss while...

Starr raised an eyebrow at Puddle. "That's me, yeah. What'd you need?" Vix sure looked flustered, huh. Maybe it had something to do with the tournament earlier? Her team had been eliminated round 1, which did kinda suck because Starr had to admit she'd been looking forward to squaring up...

"What the shit?!" Starr blinked incredulously at the amorphous shade that had splattered onto her back out of nowhere. Then she glanced around for the source before looking up and seeing Vix floating overhead. "Uh, I think you dropped something," she said flatly.

It had been a long, long day. Even though the team had known all along how much time they had before the inevitable showdown with Joule, the days still dragged like mud. First there'd been the tournament to look forward to, but then after that, it was hard to get too invested in anything with...

Starr nodded absentmindedly. Okay. If it was safe, then the lump was as good a prison as any. (Even if... the shades apparently didn't need to be imprisoned? If Owen had just had his sitting on his head? What the hell.) Even now, she could feel her anger sliding away from the lump. Was that...

Starr bristled. He'd gone and named his, so of course he'd be judging her for trying to get rid of it. Except... for the part where he'd gone and said that nobody could force her to take care of it. And that they should get Chip to break the psychic link. Which was just about the last thing...

Starr let out a huff. "Yeah, okay, whatever, I'm just used to my world being the normal one, alright?" She rubbed her temples. God, even if it weren't for the shade's separation anxiety bullshit, this whole situation would've given her a headache. "I dunno what guns have to do portals or...

Starr raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Why wouldn't it. Not exactly recent tech." Dave suddenly looked like he was about to be sick, what.

Starr snorted. Rocket Grocery Store. There was a mental image. "Yeah, try an organized crime conglomerate instead. They got those where you're from?" Goddammit, Rocket didn't have portal tech or shadow tech in her world, but she couldn't just say that. Ughhh. "Everyone knows they own like...

"I mean, yeah we can understand Cibus writing or whatever the hell because of Diyem, but I mean that this was literally the same writing system, and--" She paused, shaking her head. "Okay not even just that, there was a fucking company logo that I've seen before. I'm not saying the machine was...

'Squiggly.' He'd fucking named it. Great. Still, the things he was saying made sense, and Starr could feel her mind clearing, at least a little bit. "Feels like there's gotta be some connection. Why the hell else would that machine have literally the exact same effect on people? Unless...

'Weird little slugs who love you if you feed them.' God, what the hell was any of this. Of course she wasn't allowed to just hate the things that had been causing so much misery. No, that made her the asshole. Starr let out something between a sigh and a groan. "Even if Chip had warned us...