El Dia de los Muertos.

Apollo: I opened my eyes just in time to catch the woman turn and walk down the street. She was quite stunning, I had to admit...but then again, all Angels possessed there own beauty in one way or another.

valentine: a angel was here i thought as i saw her from where i was in a shadow and survivor with a flute was here too

Tilly: "What happened?"

Rose: The town had fallen into bad shape since the plague. When will it end? Will it ever end? The buildings had smashed windows. Some were even on fire. I picked up some water and flew over the fires, putting them out.

Joel: "Hm? Oh, plague I think." I look down and observe her. "Oh, definately plague. But I suppose it doesn't really matter now, does it?" I gesture around us. "Welcome to the spirit world."

Marcel: I boredly walk along the edge of a building, swinging my scythe around. I start whistling as a survivor comes to attack me. I easily dodge each move, keeping to the best of the song. After a moment, I flip my scythe around and poke his forehead with the end. His spirit self falls away from his body as it falls to the ground. "Cause of death: plague," I say as I write it down on my arms.

valentine: i saw marcel another demon so i came out of my shadow and i look around the street

Tilly: "Oh. Why is everything black and white?"

(@Rue, he said the plague.)

Marcel: "Oh, hello Valentine," I say as the stubs survivor's spirit looks around. "I didn't see you there."

valentine:" hi marcel i know i was in the shadows trying to blend in "

(Oh, didn't see that. I'll edit.)

Joel: "Because you're dead," I simply. "The question is, why would it be colorful? What use have the dead for things like that?"

Marcel: After a moment, I yawn, looking down at the city from the rooftop. "Hm. How busy we've been lately," I murmur. "At this rate, the whole city will be gone within the month."

valentine:" maybe less then a month marcel"

Tilly: I have enough strength to sit up now. I thought when you died there was heaven and hell. Apparently, I was wrong. I shrug, staying indifferent.

Apollo: I looked from the young girl (Tilly), my attention diverted by a woman, drove mad by the Plague. She had been standing there for quite sometime, just staring at me...white eyes lusting with hunger. I slid from the rock, placing the flute safely within the long sleeve of my shirt, her eyes following my every move. I nodded to her politely, gesturing for her to come closer. She stumbled toward me, uttering the most painful wail of agony a human could muster, her boney arms reaching out for me. I snatched her by the wrist, forcing her to the ground and firmly pinning her there with my foot firmly against her abdomen until I could figure out what to do with her...

Rose: I heard a scream, and I took to the skies, noticing a couple of demons on a roof. I found the source, a woman being held downn by the boy with the flute. I drew my sword. "What are you doing?" I demanded.

Apollo: I looked from the woman at my feet, to the Angel. I studied her and her sword for a long moment before taking out my flute. I raised it to my mouth and blew, knowing she was close enough to hear me, She's not well.

Rose: he... played the words. My sword slippedd from my fingers, clanging as it hit the ground. "How didd you do that?" I stammered

Apollo: I averted her gaze, looking to the side with the flute still at my mouth, What should I do with her? I asked, looking at the sword on the ground.

Rose: "I'll take her." I said, picking up my sword and sheathing it. I picked up the woman. "I'll be right back." I flew up, placing her in Cloud Asylum, the place we put survivors when they got out of control. I glided down to the ground in front of flute boy."what's your name?"

How can I get my characters into this?

(xD 'Flute Boy.' Sorry for taking so long, my internet just randomly decided to screw up.)

Apollo: I looked at her a long moment before blowing into my flute again and replying, Apollo Karmine, pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss.

(I'll be coming back in but anonymous, I made a sequel to London and some of us wanted to know if you were coming back? It's four years later, Edmund is engaged to Lucy which no one else likes and he dreams about going to France and I could always have the gypsies come back...)

Rose: "Rose Swan, pleasure as well." I wanted to ask himm what happened to him, but his eyes said enough. He was a survivor. "Why don't you speak?" I asked, even though I probably already knew the answer.

(Yeah I'll come back I just missed so much and I never could get back in)

Apollo: I nodded at her name, it was fitting for her. I've never been able to, I answered her question vaguely, An Angel, I presume? I asked, skimming over her clothing.