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Starr leaned against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at a random spot on the tile floor. She couldn't really see the point in trying to guess the Blacklight-guy's deal at this point. Not when there were so many unknowns. It was like chucking darts at a dartboard. Something did occur to her...

So after all that time spent acting like he was all high and mighty, he was basically just a pawn of the blacklight guy. And of course he couldn't remember anything about why the hell Cosmog had been in the Shadow Machine. Because that'd have been too useful. "Do you even remember how you...

Holy shit it had actually worked. And it had ended up being his starter of all things that'd done it. It almost seemed too good to be true ...Still not calling him Silver though. Screw that. "Alright, spill it. What the hell is that phantom guy's deal?"

"No it fucking doesn't," Starr snapped at Mewtwo without looking at him. "Doesn't erase all the shit you've pulled. Enjoy your cushy goddamn cell, 'cause you're not leaving." Lunala was still struggling against the hold, and Starr adjusted her grip. "And you," she growled, "can it with the...

She'd been too focused on Giovanni, so it took Starr an extra second or two to notice that Lunala had made a break for it. By the time she bolted after him, he'd already been snagged by the Whirlpool and the rolling wave of shadowy earth. But she didn't trust either to hold him for long...

Starr's tail lashed back and forth as she considered Diyem's words. No. No something about it still didn't fit. "I don't think he would've done something like this intentionally. I can see him doing the memory lock thing to hide something from us, as insurance, but not outright switching...

God dammit it had worked. Of course it had. It made no sense, so of course it worked. "So someone switched their memories, and their... personalities? Why? What on earth possible motivation could there be to do that?" Starr ran a hand down her face exasperatedly and then turned to the...

Starr folded her arms. "So let's get Silver's team in here, then. They couldn't even recognize Lunala--let's see what they make of him," she said, jerking a thumb toward the jailed Mewtwo.

"You were the one that wanted us to find the missing piece," Starr retorted in disbelief. "What the hell did you think would happen?" He was definitely hiding something, but whatever it was felt maddeningly just out of reach. Nate sure seemed to be concentrating pretty damn hard on something...

"It's not just fucking Pokemon listings, it's--" Starr's voice cut off abruptly. She could already imagine the infuriatingly self-satisfied look he'd give if she tried to explain that she'd seen a bit of him in Lunala's face. That wasn't just something she could fail to recognize. "You didn't...

Starr really didn't have any idea what the hell to expect. Up until they'd met with Lunala, she really wouldn't have said there was anything off about Giovanni. All the times she'd encountered him here, as a Mewtwo, he'd behaved pretty much exactly how she would have expected. But then how...

Now was another good time to imagine the cell block on fire again. There was the immediate urge to just stay here, purely because he expected her to leave and he couldn't stop her from staying. But she really did need to talk with Diyem. And Owen probably. And, fuck, even Nate--wasn't he the...

So apparently the answer to what sort of false promises would he offer was 'fucking none.' Figures. He could've at least pretended he had any reason to not just take off the instant some dumbass let him go. But the mask required her to be considering it. Starr clenched her teeth, letting her...

For a moment, as Giovanni talked, Starr tried to imagine him as the one she knew. Well, slow and calculated was sure one thing they shared. But seriously... 'empire'? Get real. Then again, even if the scope was way off, it wasn't as though it had nothing in common with all that shit with the...

Well, that was one similarity between this Giovanni and the one she knew. He didn't seem to be bluffing on that. It was probably safe to assume they really were that strong. But Team Spectrum had beaten fucking Joule, so she wasn't all that impressed. Starr allowed a bit of horror to creep...

Starr's ears swiveled to the door, where Brisa and Dave had just walked in. Shit. This timing... wasn't the best. But she hadn't gotten the chance to text Brisa and tell her to hold up. And at the very least, it meant that Dave could pick up on some bullshit. Hopefully. She nodded to the...

He'd been chasing Eternatus down. Was that why she'd come here? To hide? To recover? If that was true, then he'd only ever come here to get her. That was... the only reason Team Spectrum was here as well. And the spies that had turned against him. She'd been assuming they'd gotten cold...

On the outside, Starr's face was a cold, hard, unbroken stare. On the inside, she had to stifle the urge to scream. He knew. How the fuck did he know. Sure, he had spies, but where the hell would the spies have heard it from? Wait. Not many people knew. That fact alone narrowed it down...

So not a traitor at all, if he was to be believed. An impostor. Starr hadn't gotten to know a lot of their Cibusian allies as well as her teammates had. Some of them... wouldn't take it well if they heard. Diyem already knew it wasn't any of his recruits. Giovanni didn't need to know that...

God damn it. What Starr wouldn't have given to punch him in the face right this instant. She tried imagining it. It wasn't as satisfying as she'd hoped. He wouldn't tell her anything that wouldn't benefit him. Regardless of whether or not it was a lie. It could even be a truth that had the...