Search results

Koa nodded in response, though he couldn't muster much conviction behind it. Maybe she believed it but... what if she was wrong? "I hope you're right," he said quietly. She's lying. You'll never get better. "I mean... I guess the only thing we can do is try. That's what Brisa always says," he...

Mew and Lugia? His heart beat a little faster. What would it feel like to ride on Lugia's back? Or to be partnered with Mew? He couldn't even begin to imagine being partnered with such powerful legends. "That's crazy," he said, the slightest hint of jealousy in his tone. Though by the sounds of...

"I'm fine," he grumbled, though he'd made no effort to really pull away from her. The touch was almost comforting. "I know it shouldn't be a big deal. I'm trying to ignore it but the thought is always there, you know?" he murmured somberly. He wanted to believe Starr was right. And there were...

"Right, because I'm sure your dad and everyone else in Team Rocket would throw you big going away party with cake and a severance check," he retorted. He sighed. "I'm not gonna say that the things you did were good but... It doesn't seem like you would do them if circumstances were different."...

Koa shrank back slightly. Maybe he shouldn't have compared himself to her. The things he'd seen.... it sounded like they were nothing compared to what she experienced. Perhaps this was a mistake, thinking he understood her. "N-no... no it's not like that," he mumbled. "Galactic was stopped when...

Koa stared back at Starr's shadow, his gaze unflinching. "And what about you?" he snapped. "Having a piece of scum for a father isn't your fault either. Would you have joined Team Rocket if he wasn't your dad?" She wouldn't, he was sure of it. Starr had shown she was good. She wasn't like...

An odd sort of shock passed through Koa, followed immediately byt some other emotion he couldn't process. Koa stared at her for a long moment, his mind only fixated on one sentence she'd spoken. It played in his head on repeat. Giovanni. Boss Giovanni. Her dad. Leader of a criminal...

"Oh." Koa just stared at her, a sense of detached shock flooding his brain. For a long minute he didn't say anything, his brain trying to process what her shadow had said. A part of him thought he should be angry, horrified. And maybe he was. But some rational, problem solving side of him...

Starr's cold tone made him pause for a moment. There was something to it, something other than just the tone of someone angry. He couldn't really put his paw on it, but it sounded more somehow. And then the second Incineroar appeared. One moment there was nothing, the next he saw it there...

Koa frowned. Should he leave? She seemed annoyed, yet... she hadn't left herself, and she hadn't told him to leave. Some part of him felt... curious. He wanted to know her better, understand her. After all, she was Brisa's friend, and that made him want to be friends with her. Brisa cared...

Koa stepped in and sat down on the bench. Why did she think something was eating him? This had nothing to do with him. He was doing fine. "Eating me?" he shook his head. "No. I'm fine, I just came here to check on you honestly." Her words still hung in his head. What had she really done...

"You don't have to," Koa said. "I ... I know you probably don't want to. He hadn't wanted to. And in her eyes she'd probably gone much further than him, done much worse. He still remembered the shame he'd felt, the guilt, how much he'd hated himself, how he avoided everyone because he didn't...

Koa took a deep breath. No more small talk. He hated small talk. Better to just say it. "Actually, I came looking for you." Her words when she'd been corrupted flashed through his mind. Clearly there was more to her story than he understood. But the things she'd said. The way she seemed to...

"Just saying hi," he replied, maybe a little too quickly. "Figured I'd see how you're doing." As soon as he said the words, he mentally berated himself. The last thing he wanted to do was make her think he pitied her. "How's training going?"

Koa trotted through the hallway near the training rooms, sniffing the air occasionally. The notion of actually tracking someone by scent was... pretty weird still. But useful. Starr had come this way, and all that remained was figuring out which training room she was using. Ever since what...

His heart twisted and he pulled harder against the radiant bindings. No. He didn't want to think about any of it, any of the thoughts that haunted him. He'd kept it in for this long and he could keep doing it. They could forget about all this, pretend it didn't happen. The shadows around his...

The bands lashed around Koa and he howled, the radiant energy sending a flash of pain through him. "You dont understand," he said, his voice teetering on a dispairing wail. He pulled away from her in vain. You're a monster and you liked hurting her. That's what you are. It'll never be ok...

As Brisa drew near, the shadows around him deepened, turning nearly black. He glared up at her, neck craned, fangs bared and a perpetual snarl in his throat. Dark lines trickled down from the corners of his eyes, as if they had been stained with tears, though his eyes remained as cold as ever...

All the time, all the energy he spent tearing himself down, reminding himself how he was never good enough. How he couldn't do enough. It felt good turning that away. Directing it anyone but himself. It eased the dark voice in the back of his head. And it was working. Brisa had slowed. Not by...

Koa didn't think. He didn't need to. Brisa was fast. Time to make her weak; slow her down. He danced backward, surety in his steps. "You want me to show you what I'm capable of?" Do it Koa. Tear her down. Easy enough. Shadows rippled over his form, gathering around his jaws. "You're weak...