El Dia de los Muertos.

Apollo: So you say. I chuckled.

Rose: I smirked. "A little trouble. Not exactly demon worthy."

Apollo: I laugh, Fair enough.

Rose: "okay. Anywhere specifically you wanna go first?" I asked.

Apollo: I shook my head, Lead the way, Ms. Rose.

Rose: "hold on." I said, and flew up above the buildings to look for a disturbance. Screams and shouts were coming from the east. I sighed, and touched down. "You're not scared of heights, are you?" I asked. I'm going to have to carry him if I wanted to get there fast enough.

Apollo: I raised a skeptical eyebrow and simply shook my head no, wondering what was going through her head.

Rose: "well, it sounds like there's a mob to the east. And I'm not very fast on foot. So, are you okay with me carrying you? It would be so much faster." I asked.

Apollo: I blinked several times then slowly nodded, smiling a bit sheepishly.

Rose: hmm.... how should I grab him? Ugh, that thought sounded wrong. I went for the bear hug, right under his arms. I took off, flying quickly. I stopped just south of the mob. "You okay?" I asked, letting him go after landing.

Apollo: I nodded, giving her a small smile as I stood before her. I could hear the mad screams and cries not far from here, Would you allow me to help you with this?

Rose: I hesitated. "This could be dangerous."

Apollo: I smirked, then simply waved away her worries with a shake of my head.

Rose: I smiled. "Okay. But stay close. These are survivors, The Crazies as you humans call them." I grabbed his hand, then led him to the crowd. We began weaving through people. God, there were a lot.

Apollo: I nod, letting her lead me along. My heart ached seeing these many people suffering so badly.

Rose: there were so many. It was kind of scary. But it was my job to do this. I kept going until we reached the front. "Stay behind me." I said to Apollo, seeing a leader in the front. I walked up to him. "What are you doing?" I demanded. His white eyes looked at me. "She's in the way! She does not belong! And her people don't either!" He yelled, and the crowd roared. Apollo was going to get hurt. I grabbed him and put him on the roof. He'll be safe there. I leaped down back onto the ground. "Why are you against the Angels and Demons?" I asked. "They call us crazy. They let regulars call us crazy and do nothing. They hurt us. So we hurt you too." He said, and slapped me. I drew my sword and started slashing.

Apollo: I narrowed my eyes at their sudden advancing upon her. I placed the flute at my lips, visualizing the mass of people retreating. No special tricks, no spritz of creativity, just retreating. I blew into the instrument, playing a simple melody, and they did exactly that. It was a slow process however, because a few of them were still sane and stubborn enough to resist, but in the end, they all cleared away so when I opened my eyes once more, only Rose was left standing below. I smiled a bit before the flute slipped from my fingers and fell with a 'clink clink' on the roof and I sank tiredly to my knees beside it.

Rose: why did they just leave like that? There was a few bodies, not many, and I had blood on me. No scratches, a couple bruises, and a red handprint on my cheek. I flew up on the roof. "Apollo!" I cried, seeing him on his knees.. "what happened?" I ran to him, and held him up so he didn't fall.

Apollo: I just shook my head, gesturing to the flute knowing she'd fit the pieces together. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths.

Rose: "did you.... drive them away? With your flute?"

Apollo: I nodded, opening my eyes. I nearly laughed at how silly it sounded when she said it aloud, but she would probably take that as a sign of pain with no sound coming out. I looked at her, my eyes narrowing at the imprint left on her face. Standing up a bit sluggishly with the flute in hand, I placed it in my sleeve as I stepped up to her and brushed my fingers over the marking gingerly. I looked at her worriedly, hiding my anger at the moment. 'Does it hurt?' I mouthed slowly, examining her.

Rose: "no. Its fine. But reallly, don't worry about me. Does the flute use up your energy when you play?"

Apollo: I nodded, then mouthed, 'Not talking' and gestured to my throat, meaning that it only drained energy when I did something other than talking. I furrowed my brows at the mark dawning her perfect face, not liking it one bit as I continued to run my fingers over it in an attempt to soothe the skin.

Rose: "you sure you don't want the potion?" I asked, worried. He continued to rub my face over where the guy had slapped me. He looked angry.

Apollo: I nod, smiling reassuringly. I gesture to the mark, then down to the scattered clusters of disoriented looking people. Who was it that did that to you, Rose? I ask, pulling out my flute. Show me.