Robbie closed his eyes tightly and sighed visibly in relief.
Ricochet had laughed him off the last time he'd tried to talk him and the other Slingers into joining the Warriors and Freedom Ring -- that sounded only vaguely familiar, like he was some other random hero he'd seen around. Robbie'd seen and met so many heroes in his long stint of being a superhero that he couldn't exactly keep track of them all.
Robbie opened his eyes again and said, "If you ever run into Nitro on your little cross-country jaunt, be...careful. In my universe, the team ran into him on our road trip and he was juicing -- hopped up on enough MGH to take out a whole neighborhood."
He'd just leave off the fact that he'd done just that, and leave it sounding like he was just giving an example of scale.
So this wasn't his Rich. His friend was still dead, something that he sometimes wondered would've happened if the heroes of his world hadn't been so busy infighting that they could've gone up to space to help out in the conflicts he'd apparently faced up there. Chris, who was more in the know about space stuff, had made it very clear that the big civil war between the heroes had made it so Rich'd had to save the day alone against Annihilus.
Robbie decided to stop thinking about it the same way he always did when he started thinking about how Stamford might've led to yet another friend getting killed. There were certain thoughts people clamped down on because they were unpleasant and some they clamped down on because they were unsurvivable and the idea that his mistake had somehow led to Rich dying alone up in space was one of the latter.
He looked away from this Rich to the entrance to the street up the alleyway. It looked like the street beyond was at an odd angle, like the street was very steep.
They might as well get down to business. Yes, this was a version of his friend but there was a part of him that didn't want any of this to get...personal. Personal meant talking about himself and that was the very last thing he wanted to do. They needed to get a handle on what'd just happened to them, save the people in this world that needed saving, and then try to figure out how to get free of the Timebroker and get back to their home universes.
Or...something. It wasn't like Robbie actually wanted to go back to his.
"We need to figure out where we even are," he said. "We should get to higher ground."
He hopped in place to get some bounce going, and then he kicked off from the alley wall, bouncing back and forth from wall to wall to work his way up to the roof. It was very...controlled. Apparently, this Speedball had learned to control his bouncing a lot better, too. He almost looked like he actually knew what he was doing.
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Ricochet had laughed him off the last time he'd tried to talk him and the other Slingers into joining the Warriors and Freedom Ring -- that sounded only vaguely familiar, like he was some other random hero he'd seen around. Robbie'd seen and met so many heroes in his long stint of being a superhero that he couldn't exactly keep track of them all.
Robbie opened his eyes again and said, "If you ever run into Nitro on your little cross-country jaunt, be...careful. In my universe, the team ran into him on our road trip and he was juicing -- hopped up on enough MGH to take out a whole neighborhood."
He'd just leave off the fact that he'd done just that, and leave it sounding like he was just giving an example of scale.
So this wasn't his Rich. His friend was still dead, something that he sometimes wondered would've happened if the heroes of his world hadn't been so busy infighting that they could've gone up to space to help out in the conflicts he'd apparently faced up there. Chris, who was more in the know about space stuff, had made it very clear that the big civil war between the heroes had made it so Rich'd had to save the day alone against Annihilus.
Robbie decided to stop thinking about it the same way he always did when he started thinking about how Stamford might've led to yet another friend getting killed. There were certain thoughts people clamped down on because they were unpleasant and some they clamped down on because they were unsurvivable and the idea that his mistake had somehow led to Rich dying alone up in space was one of the latter.
He looked away from this Rich to the entrance to the street up the alleyway. It looked like the street beyond was at an odd angle, like the street was very steep.
They might as well get down to business. Yes, this was a version of his friend but there was a part of him that didn't want any of this to get...personal. Personal meant talking about himself and that was the very last thing he wanted to do. They needed to get a handle on what'd just happened to them, save the people in this world that needed saving, and then try to figure out how to get free of the Timebroker and get back to their home universes.
Or...something. It wasn't like Robbie actually wanted to go back to his.
"We need to figure out where we even are," he said. "We should get to higher ground."
He hopped in place to get some bounce going, and then he kicked off from the alley wall, bouncing back and forth from wall to wall to work his way up to the roof. It was very...controlled. Apparently, this Speedball had learned to control his bouncing a lot better, too. He almost looked like he actually knew what he was doing.