With all the work done, he and Imelda can finally relax. And by relax, he, of course, means dance and sing and play into the night. He's done something different for the Holiday, pulling out costume makeup and taking great care to do it all right so that on his face, a skull is painted, featuring the same markings in all the same colors that hide beneath his skin. He makes his way on to Lumiere's third floor with a wide grin that doesn't falter for a moment. At any given time he can be found dancing to music or else playing music of his own by the ofrenda.
B
He didn't come for himself alone. Although Imelda's mage family has never been the fondest of him, he still regales stories he can, and he's got a thing or two to add himself. He has no pictures, his familia in the outlands having no means to photograph themselves, but he's drawn up images instead, symbolic pictures of Outland flowers, favorite pieces of clothing, anything to remind of those lost. He lays them out among the photos, as well as an old green hat like Garcie wore. For all those people, he's got plenty of stories and softer looks as well.
C
He tries to be careful throughout the evening. No talking to the dead while people who don't know about him are in the room. No seeking out his own photo. He has to wait until only those who know he's dead are around, just in case.
But, as soon as he's able, he's reaching over eagerly, pleased just to see he's made it on here. And surprised to find he really has been left an offering. He laughs light and reaches out for it to. Only to find something strange happen.
He looks from the offering still on the ofrenda, to the thing in his hand. An identical copy of the chapulines, glowing orange. Just like the Outland flower he and his familia could pull drinks from. He somehow manages to grin even wider.
"No way! HaHA!" In his jubilance, he finds a seat and tears at the glowing offering, opening it up and immediately popping a handful of the chapulines in his mouth. And then he looks up to the ceiling, eyes welling with emotion. He whispers, "This is the best day."
D
Once late evening rolls around he's sat before that laptop, fixed and focus on the teenage girl who speaks through it. They talk and laugh and he smiles with overwhelming love in his eyes. But for anyone who wishes to be introduced or otherwise pull him away to speak with him, he complies.
Héctor | OTA
With all the work done, he and Imelda can finally relax. And by relax, he, of course, means dance and sing and play into the night. He's done something different for the Holiday, pulling out costume makeup and taking great care to do it all right so that on his face, a skull is painted, featuring the same markings in all the same colors that hide beneath his skin. He makes his way on to Lumiere's third floor with a wide grin that doesn't falter for a moment. At any given time he can be found dancing to music or else playing music of his own by the ofrenda.
B
He didn't come for himself alone. Although Imelda's mage family has never been the fondest of him, he still regales stories he can, and he's got a thing or two to add himself. He has no pictures, his familia in the outlands having no means to photograph themselves, but he's drawn up images instead, symbolic pictures of Outland flowers, favorite pieces of clothing, anything to remind of those lost. He lays them out among the photos, as well as an old green hat like Garcie wore. For all those people, he's got plenty of stories and softer looks as well.
C
He tries to be careful throughout the evening. No talking to the dead while people who don't know about him are in the room. No seeking out his own photo. He has to wait until only those who know he's dead are around, just in case.
But, as soon as he's able, he's reaching over eagerly, pleased just to see he's made it on here. And surprised to find he really has been left an offering. He laughs light and reaches out for it to. Only to find something strange happen.
He looks from the offering still on the ofrenda, to the thing in his hand. An identical copy of the chapulines, glowing orange. Just like the Outland flower he and his familia could pull drinks from. He somehow manages to grin even wider.
"No way! HaHA!" In his jubilance, he finds a seat and tears at the glowing offering, opening it up and immediately popping a handful of the chapulines in his mouth. And then he looks up to the ceiling, eyes welling with emotion. He whispers, "This is the best day."
D
Once late evening rolls around he's sat before that laptop, fixed and focus on the teenage girl who speaks through it. They talk and laugh and he smiles with overwhelming love in his eyes. But for anyone who wishes to be introduced or otherwise pull him away to speak with him, he complies.