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Starr almost burst out laughing when she realized what Owen was asking. It felt a little weird now, after all these months fighting alongside him and other Pokemon. …Eh, fuck it. She didn’t have to think too hard about it. They both deserved something simple and nostalgic. Starr’s face...

Silver linings, huh… “Someone’s always gonna need saving,” Starr replied, waving a hand dismissively. “At least we can actually do something about it. No reason we can’t have fun in the meantime.” Talking about it like this made it feel real. It felt good.

Starr gave a small snort as Cal retreated back into the ground. Then she turned back to Owen. “Maybe I’ll see you if the team ever gets dragged back together to deal with some other bullshit,” Starr said with a scoff, like it would be a tedious chore.

“You think so? Well, you’d be the expert,” Starr replied with a smirk. “But yeah, I kinda was hoping some of it would stick around. Even if it’s just feelings.” She wanted to hold onto it. That feeling of being worth something. Starr held out a fist. “Well, I’ve been telling Brisa the...

"That sounds about right for you," Starr commented. She couldn't imagine him not trying to save people, even after making up for his past. The idea of looking at the long-term in her own life was... strange. She was so used to just living in the moment, never imagining any kind of a future...

A crooked grin made its way across Starr's face. "Really? Man, Feraligatr would've given me shit if I tried that. I guess being a nerd goes way back for you." In a way it was kind of... grounding to imagine Owen as a little Charmander doing homework way back when. Something simple, before...

Starr blinked at Owen for a few seconds, then broke into a wave of ironic laughter. "Man... the hell is it with Pokemon worlds getting pulled into hell, huh?" Was the the flip side of the coin for having a world run on miracles and good vibes and shit? Well, at least he could still find some...

Starr let out a low chuckle. "You don't have to be so sappy about it." Still, it felt good to hear. The sort of thing that might have been easy to brush off if it were coming from anyone else. Coming from Owen, it didn't feel like some kind of empty platitude--he knew that reality better...

Man, he sure knew how to cut deep. Part of her wanted to be annoyed at how on-the-nose he always was, and yet... there was something hard to hate about the earnestness that came with it. He reminded her of Brisa, in a way. Starr exhaled slowly, lifting her eyes from where they'd been glued to...

Starr nodded distantly. "Yeah, I guess you wouldn't know either way, 'til you got it back." In a way it did kind of sound easier... except it gave her the fucking creeps. Someone screwing with you, and not even knowing about it? Hard pass. "Y'know, when I first got to Cibus, I figured I’d be...

Man… the idea of forgetting all of this and not even having any warning for it. That sure was chilling. And that had just been Owen’s life before coming here. Hell, it had happened again when he first came here. For better or worse, he had experience. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’d be able to deal...

Starr smacked her forehead. “Duh, that’s right.” Then a crooked grin made its way across her face. “You know, when Brisa first told me you were planning to solo them, I thought she was screwing with me. Or that you were screwing with her, either way. But yeah, not gonna lie—it was badass. And...

Starr tilted her head, as if she was about to ask where the wrapper had gone, but she didn't. “Yeah, I never really expected I’d get into the colosseum like that,” Starr replied a slight laugh. “I was a decent trainer back home, but not as hardcore as some people I know. It’s definitely Brisa...

Starr gave a nod and the two of them set off down the shaded path, with speckles of light shining down on them through the trees overhead. It was a good day for a walk. Nice and warm. "To be honest, I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to give him a good beatdown," Starr replied with a...

Starr let out a snort as Cal vanished. "Is that how your sparring sessions usually end?" she asked Owen. At least void eternas were goddamn indestructible. It idly occurred to Starr that she'd barely done any battling with void eternas, both before and after their 'upgrades.' Sure, she'd...

Starr's tail swished idly back and forth as she wandered the familiar paths of Sundae Park, phone in one hand, hot dog in the other. She was planning to meet up with Brisa and Astrid later for some drinks later, but for now she had time to kill. Weird to think that there were only a few days...

Starr shrugged. "Well yeah, no one's gonna expect you to turn off a type weakness. I've been clubbed by enough rocks when sparring with Cabot, always hurts like a bitch," she said casually. That was good that Cynthian wasn't freaked out by fire moves anymore though. ...Not that it was...

Starr raised an eyebrow, but then couldn't help letting out a chuckle. That sure was a hell of a switch. "Sure, why not. Besides, then I can talk shit to Brisa if I manage to pull it off with you two after she went down," she said with a smirk. There was a pause, and she added, "Not gonna...

Starr let out something between a scoff and a laugh. "Yeah, no kidding. Two-on-two would be all well and good if one of 'em wasn't a legend, and then the second one turns into another goddamn legend. You saw how it took me, Brisa, and Astrid to punch Lugia's lights out, yeah?" Losing Brisa...

"I'll say. Especially after you put such a massive fucking dent in Balm toward the end of that last match." Trying to talk someone up like this was weird, and Starr couldn't help feeling like anything she could say would just make things worse. So the fact that it seemed to actually be...