Moon
...Heh... Yeah... I guess it is, Jeanne.
(Gives her a pat on the shoulder, grinning.)
Take care of yourself, alright? I know Belgium's in good hands... Heh! Which is an immense comfort, because it's probably obvious how I feel about your waffles.)
...Thank you, Peter...
(Smiles fondly down at him, very fondly indeed...)
I would do well to have done half as good as you, though... You're—... Erm... You're really—... You're amazing...
<You know, it's funny. I'm not nearly as broken up about the whole dying in the wake of some stupid calamity thing as I should be. Really... I liked this. I liked hurting that awful woman, hearing her screams as you killed her... And this sentimental cripple's soul in me seems to enjoy the prospects of saving this planet. Whatever happens after this, I feel strangely satisfied.>
SPORTARIDE
Sick!
(One SPORTARIDE later...)
Moon
(And the airship begins to touch down!)
edited 3rd Feb '17 7:24:22 AM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019... Hahh... not a lot of people say "amazing" and "Peter" in the same sentence... it's usually the other guy they mean.
-He stands up, putting the mask on, nursing his shoulder-
Ngh... you're not going to remember me, are you? So... this is even more of a goodbye than normal.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Ah-! Is that the ride?
-Looks at the sportacusmobile, then at Claudia, then at everyone else-
Um- Thank you all very much for your help.
-Starts moving to the ship, a little weak-kneed, but then stops and looks back at Claudia upon remembering something-
Um... Actually hang on. One of us... died. On the way here. Is there... a way to bring him back? Along with... all of Earth?
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanMoon
...I will too. It's been a fun little romp, hasn't it?
(Sighs, smiling wistfully.)
Perhaps our paths will cross again someday. Perhaps we'll have some other wild adventure. We can only hope.
Well—... You are amazing, Peter, and don't ever forget that, alright?
(Gives Peter a small, gentle hug, trying not to Harm the Arm.)
...Perhaps not. But—... Regardless, I am all the better for having met you, and I'm honored to have been your friend. Be safe, yes?
…
(Claudia almost looks sad as she peers down at Mob.)
<If it was one of you, no, that's out of my hands. That nagging part of me wishes I could give you a different answer, but he is long gone... He did a good thing, though, giving his life to save this world. I'll think on him in my final moments, if nothing else.>
How're we fuckin' breathing, man? This is trippy!
…
(Gab is far, far down below, still mourning the loss of her cousin. However, some bizarre sense she has tells her Planetman is thinking of her, and she looks to the sky, giving a stern, if tearful, salute to her friend.)
As they ready to board the airship, our heroes witness it firsthand— the restoration of the world, the miraculous departure of their friends, the eventual dissippation of their unlikely benefactor.
Sportacus flies the craft deftly, through a wormhole formed where Claudia, or Alícia Montalbán, or the Handichrist once stood.
Perhaps this voyage was traumatic. Perhaps it was a bit overlong, perhaps inexplicably strange— but one fact remains. Even as they are returned to their native worlds, our heroes will not soon forget the events that transpired; the climactic battle of...
Earth Versus Soraya Montenegro
...Oh...
...I see...
-Mob's high begins to wear off, and he begins to return to his ordinary self-
...I hope he'll rest easy, if he saw any of this...
-Looking back to the airship, Mob brightens up a bit upon seeing Reigen-
Master! We did it!
-The moment he steps into the ship Mob's knees give out and he crumples onto the floor-
Hooray...!
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean...
(looks out at the scene before he steps into the ship, Orion still in tow)
(as he witnesses this scene of the world being restored, he remembers a few words he heard before...)
("Life always ends. Life is a pilgrimage that accumulates suffering. But... it is by no means a story of death and extinction.")
(looks down at Orion, with her new magical watch... and lack of an arm)
Do you need me to put that on for you? If you trust it, that is.
-Orion slumps, looking out at the restoration of the earth-
-despite it all, her pain and rage and anguish-
-she cannot help but feel a moment of great wistfulness-
-she helped save the world. someone like her.-
-maybe... she was wrong about herself after all.-
-smiles up, softly, at Archer-
I'd appreciate that... ooh, be careful, it still stings...
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-Spider-Man watches from the airship, still holding his shoulder-
-Feels as though he should say something, but words aren't coming-
-So he just stares-
-Wishing he was home with Aunt May, who broke her promise and spent three hours preparing a roast without an occasion, and then kicking back for a marathon of M.A.S.H. as they worked through that box set Uncle Ben gave her two Christmases ago-
-Yeah-
-Yeah that'd be good-
-But it's not what's going to happen. Nothing is ever that simple in your life, Spidey-
-You've got a lot more ahead of you before you get to go back-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Jeanne Demotte simply took a seat and leaned against the window, watching the stars go by-
-Her usual spirited glare and self-assured smile were gone, not a trace of that old panache remained. Resting her head on her hand and her elbow on the ledge, she began to meditate over what she had just seen.-
-Her other hand simply rested on the barrel of her elephant gun, a soft, but serious, reminder of her purpose. Jeanne closed her eyes-
-Parting always hurt. The memory still burned within her like a vestal flame. Jeanne missed him. She wondered if he was still out there somewhere. Her thoughts quietly turned to other dead. Their faces, going pale as life's last funeral pall descended upon them. In her heart she prayed that there was something for them. Something more than simply lying in the dirt to be eaten by maggots.-
-She knew there was. The lights that burned in her and all the others she met were proof enough, she thought. She smiled, staring out at the stars. Thousands of flames. Perhaps they still lived, out there. Perhaps she'd find them again someday.-
-Jeanne smiled at the thought-
edited 2nd Feb '17 9:49:18 PM by eldritchseer
(Planetman sits in a corner and takes out a statue of an intimidating figure. He prays to it and ponders on what to do next. He wonders how Ashuraman and The Ninja are doing at this very second. Despite their betrayal, he can't help worrying about them.)
(The watch has a picture of a six-armed person with 3 faces
◊ inside of of it.)

(looks over at Orion)
...
(goes to kneel by her)
We're not gonna do that again for a while, are we?