I'm not crying; you're crying! There's just something in my eye! XD
Anyway, this one took a bit of extra time rewriting this page a bit today, because I wasn't satisfied with the original wording. I think I'm very happy with it now though.
For those of you who like to snark about me repeatedly adding new arcs without resolving the old ones: well, here you go. An arc is resolved. Maria and Emily have finally made up and completely forgiven each other after almost a thousand pages spanning their relationship of outright hating each other, to passive tolerance of each other, to "we have the same friends so we should try to be civil with each other". I dunno. Maybe it's just me, but these pages make me really happy. ^_^
And for some of my more cynical readers whose only takeaway is "but does Maria really have time to be wasting with this right now?" Realistically, no, probably not. But I'd like to offer the mental image of Pete (the receptionist Maria sent looking for supplies for Emily's alleged labor), frantically running into rooms incoherently shouting about how "he needs supplies because the baby is coming" and him not clarifying because he doesn't have time to explain either.
*Mission Impossible Plays*
*Agent Maria, code name Flaming Dyke*, hoping around lasers and cameras, avoiding robot father Quentions that shoot harmful conversion rays from their eyes*
(insert cool code pad hacking scene here)
*One of the Quention bots spots Maria, attempting to shoot her with conversion rays!*
*She jumps onto the wall and rebounds, kicking off the robot's head*
*she dashes out the back door*
*The Blair 10000, the latest in flying hover car technology, quickly descends and Maria jumps in, just as more Quention bots stream out the door, trying to shoot down Blair and Maria with their conversion rays*
Hee, love it. Though I do want to point out the bit on panel one where Emily said "where I told Blair pick you up" instead of "where I told Blair to pick you up".
It's so wonderful to see two long-estranged friends get back together instead of the usual way it ends up.... with them turning their backs to each other forever. Last week I lost another two close friends , probably forever, due to them finally showing their true colors (which I suspected all along) after I let them know I've now officially changed my name and gender marker, and they became solidly super-judgmental and vindictive when they finally realized that this ain't no "passing fad" that I was gonna outgrow, but is the real deal and quite permanent now.
I've been keeping up with your story through your comments here, and this development makes me sad :(
You'll be okay, though. You're tough and strong; you might be sad or crushed, I don't know, but I'm confident that you'll bounce back. We've all got that in us, and you seem to have it in spades.
Anyway. I hope life turns sweeter to you soon and you find some truer friends. On the off-chance that you want to talk to an Internet stranger, I'm right here.
I'm sorry to hear that, Ruth, and I agree with Emily that you'll find new friends that will love and support you no matter what. That goes for you, too, Queen Wolfen. Your truest friends may still be out there waiting for you, or they may already be at your side and you just don't know it yet.
It seems like everyone loses someone in their transition. Often several someones. If there's any silver lining to it, it's that you'll now have more time for the people who accept you fully. <3
Jocelyn, you say they don't really have time for this scene right now. But they do. Maybe they wouldn't in another world, but this one is run by a benevolent goddess who gives people time for shit like this, because she knows it's needed.
I mean, it's possible they might face some hardships because of taking this time right now. But I'm sure they'll persevere and make it through anything thrown at them.
Also, for what it's worth... At 46, I'm still a stupid kid in a lot of ways. It's almost like turning {some arbitrary age less than 46} didn't magically make me a perfect adult.
*Agent Maria, code name Flaming Dyke*, hoping around lasers and cameras, avoiding robot father Quentions that shoot harmful conversion rays from their eyes*
(insert cool code pad hacking scene here)
*One of the Quention bots spots Maria, attempting to shoot her with conversion rays!*
*She jumps onto the wall and rebounds, kicking off the robot's head*
*she dashes out the back door*
*The Blair 10000, the latest in flying hover car technology, quickly descends and Maria jumps in, just as more Quention bots stream out the door, trying to shoot down Blair and Maria with their conversion rays*
*Yes, maria did in fact call herself this, as an announcement to the entire school.
You'll be okay, though. You're tough and strong; you might be sad or crushed, I don't know, but I'm confident that you'll bounce back. We've all got that in us, and you seem to have it in spades.
Anyway. I hope life turns sweeter to you soon and you find some truer friends. On the off-chance that you want to talk to an Internet stranger, I'm right here.
It seems like everyone loses someone in their transition. Often several someones. If there's any silver lining to it, it's that you'll now have more time for the people who accept you fully. <3
Seriously though, I couldn't think of a better way to end this arc.
I mean, it's possible they might face some hardships because of taking this time right now. But I'm sure they'll persevere and make it through anything thrown at them.
Also, for what it's worth... At 46, I'm still a stupid kid in a lot of ways. It's almost like turning {some arbitrary age less than 46} didn't magically make me a perfect adult.
Yes. Yes I am.