foolishmortals | Recuérdame.

[Those of you who wish to see those who passed on? You'll be directed outside by Zeus, where he raises his arms, and marigolds begin to float around him. They float upwards, and form into a bridge.

It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.

Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.

It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.

But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]

(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)

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Wait, what the-

[And Soos is running off in the direction of that shot, really unsure of what the heck he'll find.]

[ Gaston whips around and shoots Soos right between the eyes, taking him down in one shot -

No he doesn't. He lowers the rifle and beams. Somehow he manages to still look buff despite being a skeleton?? ]

Ah...Soos, was it?

[ He's joking. Probably. ]

[...what]

G-Gaston?! When did you die?!?

[YOU KNOW, THIS IS WHY PEOPLE NEED TO TELL HIM STUFF MORE

or maybe he needs to pay more attention but he can figure out later.]

[ Soos buddy we love you but we worry.

Gaston furrows his brow, looking thoughtfully over the field and tapping the butt of his rifle idly. ]

Hmm...

About...three bucks ago?

[ Wanna see his antler collection? ]

[You should he's pretty much emotionally unstable as fuck now]

Okay, um, ignoring the idea of...killing dead deer or whatever, how did you die?

[That's probably the better question to ask here...he thinks...]

You don't know?

[ How could he know Gaston he didn't even know you were - never mind.

He puffs his chest out, putting his hands on his hips and lifting his chin regally. ]

I died a hero!

Sorry, I was...kinda busy.

[You know, killing death gods and stuff.]

You...died a hero? What do you mean by that?

[ He just looks at him for a moment.

And then he unbuttons his jacket to show Soos his skeletal, shattered spine. ]

Hmm...I would have thought they'd be singing songs about me by now...

[ Luckily he seems more bemused than annoyed by this. At least for the moment. ]

...oh.

[Wow...that's...wow]

Well, maybe they will in the future. Things have just been...kinda hectic, with everything going on.

But, still, what do you mean you died a hero?

[...just...just tell him you sacrificed yourself...he might not get it otherwise.]

[ Where's your sense of dramatic subtlety, Soos?

But okay. Soos, more than anyone, deserves to hear this. Gaston meets his eyes. Luckily, he somehow has eyes still, despite being. You know. A skeleton. ]

I died saving my best friend.

[...oh

oh jeez]

So you...you really took my advice, didn't you?

[Now he feels so awkward THANKS]

[ And on that day Soos realized he'd inadvertently killed a man.

Gaston is still kind of a dick though and also allergic to feelings so he just frowns in feigned confusion. ]

Did I?

[Soos is used to that. He worked for Stan for ten years. Some people are like that.]

Well, I mean...do you remember that conversation we had in the bar? After the fourth trial?

[ of course he remembers you walnut

Gaston just huffs in annoyance. ]

How can I be expected to remember something like that?

Anyway, someone had to be a hero.

[ By saving someone like Lefou. ]

[Soos can only sigh and put on a small smile.]

Yeah, and I guess you were the only good hero around, so...

[Shrug]

I...I hope you like it here, and...I'll try to come up with a song for you.

[It'll probably be terrible, but...it's the thought that counts, right?]

That's right!

[ Gaston, the Only Good Hero Around. You got it, Soos.

He brightens. Nothing makes his day like people singing songs about him. ]

About what a brave, selfless hero I am?

You're...um...

[Rap? No, he'd probably hate it. Pop? It'd sound weird to him, probably. Maybe...maybe just praise him in rhyme?]

No...one's...brave like Gaston, no one's great like Gaston, helps save the world and all of his friends like Gaston!

[...yup, this is happening.]

[ Soos is never gonna be the next member of Sev'ral Timez, but, well. He's singing about Gaston. Gaston's not about to disapprove.

Even so, he only lets him get a few bars in before cutting him off. ]

You should work with that - that giant lizard to compose it!

[ Again, there are no alligators in France. ]

[Yeah, he was expecting that to happen. He never really was good singer.

And good thing he still knows Gaston isn't too bright, otherwise he might be really confused.]

Good idea! Louis would probably be a bit better at this than me. Plus, I'm sure he wouldn't mind after hearing cool of a hero you are!

[He's so happy you redeemed yourself!]

That's right!

[ He's just relieved Soos isn't singing anymore, honestly. He throws an arm around his shoulders, casting his other hand into the sky. ]

That is your quest now, Soos. To tell everyone how - cool - of a hero I am!

To tell them stories of my great victories! My daring conquests! My heroic...sacrifice.

[ The overblown enthusiasm falters a little on that last one. ]

Can you do that?

Of course. I'll tell everyone of the great hero, Gaston, the man that was willing to sacrifice himself for the lives of many. The man that may have been a bit mean at first, but managed to show that he really was someone that deserves to be remembered.

[You will be remembered, Gaston.]

[ Technically he only sacrificed himself for the life of one, but...he'll let that slide.

He looks satisfied, anyway. Remembered. As a hero. He smiles. ]

Good.

Recuérdame.

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