The Park, Thursday Afternoon

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

This day held far too much meaning for El. He had too many dead to think about. Carolina, Domino, Cesar, his daughter.

But it was still worth remembering that a year ago, this day, he had saved all of Mexico. Not out of vengence, out of his anger, but out of a genuine desire to save people.


And thus, El was trying not to be sad this day, but was instead out in the park, playing a relatively happy song on his guitar.

For him, at least.

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[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark was out looking for Saigo who hadn't come back to the hotel last night, when he heard the sounds of guitar music, and headed in that direction. "Good afternoon." he greeted.

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Buneos tardes," El responded.

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

"Have you by any chance seen a duck today? Possibly wearing a red cape?"

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

El blinked. "I have seen many ducks around the pond, but none wearing red capes."

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark sighed. With the stragglers from the migration it might be hard to spot his errant guest.

"i'm afraid he got into the halloween candy and he can be...unpredictable when over stimulated."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"I would imagine that candy would be very bad for ducks," El said. "Why would he have a red cape?"

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

"It was his halloween costume." Clark explained.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is out getting Old Man some excersize and is drawn to the music as one might expect.

"Good afternoon El Proffesor."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Good afternoon, Senorita Longstocking. Enjoying your week off?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I am yes thank you very much, I have a boat again so I have plenty of work to keep me occupied. and yourself?"

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

El shrugged. "I find myseslf with little to do. I'm thinking about taking up making guitars again. Although not today, though."

He plunked a little more of the tune. "I did not know that you had a boat."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes. It's a nice little sloop called The Treasure Oscar. My Grandfather Fabe brought it with him when he came for parent's weekend."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Ah, the wet gentleman?" El asked.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"That would have been him yes. He's a ghost, not allowed on dry land you see... It's a loophole." Pippi explained. "I apologize if he threatened to eat your face."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"I don't believe he did. You said he was a ghost? Where I come from, ghosts are said to only be allowed to walk the earth certain days of the year."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"He roams the sea the rest of the time. But he gets to set foot on dry land every year... Or maybe couple of years?" Pippi mused. "I'm not quite sure. I didn't ask. It struck me as rude to bring up the topic. Do you have any relatives that visit on those certain days?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Passing by on a walk to enjoy the sun while it was kind of out, Chad wished he'd brought his own guitar with him. But, since he didn't, he just drifted over, pulled his hand from his pocket to give a wave-less wave, and shoved it back. "Hola, Senor."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"//Hola... Chad, yes?//

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

He nodded. //"Yeah."//

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"//How does this Day of the Dead find you, Chad? Do you have anyone to remember?//"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Yeah, just about everyone...He was kind of trying to avoid it. This was the one place he'd ended up so far where death didn't seem to follow him, in one way or another.

Chad ran a hand through his hair and looked up to the sky. //"It's okay. There's...a few people."//

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

El nodded. //Have you paid your respects to them yet?//

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Way to guilt the boy. But, really, it was probably something he needed to be guilted into.

//"No. Not yet..."//


[[ disappearing for a bit, just so you know ]]

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

El stopped playing and gave Chad a hard look. "//And will you be paying them your respects before midnight?//"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

The dramatic stop. The hard look. Those few years in Japan had made Chad forget some of the fantascism that came with his culture.

//"Uh, yeah. Of course."// And he did. Now. He reworked his walking path to include a stop at the church.