Car keys, but open to all!

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

One would think that former Nazi scientists would have a hard time getting their nuclear missiles to the Moon and targeted at Earth without someone noticing the process, but apparently one would be wrong.

It's all been dealt with, of course. Santo wouldn't be here if it hadn't been. But between one thing and another he's had quite enough of his side of the Door for today, and he could really use a beer, so there's a luchador in the Bar with badge prominently displayed for all your security and wrestling needs.

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[v_knidh8er]

A small door opens in what was once thought to be the solid wall just to the left of Bar. From the door emerges a tiny orange man roughly the size of a second-grader. His bright green hair is a tangle of bright green braids, and he's wearing a blue jumpsuit, the kind favored by custodians everywhere.

He very quietly closes the door behind him, and is just about to make a break across the floor, when something catches his eye.

Something shiny.
Something silver.

He can't help but stare at the large lawman seated at the Bar.

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

Santo is not normally the sort of person whose instincts warn him when he is being stared at; there isn't much reason to worry about stares in the ring. But this is Milliways, and he does try to stay alert.

Perhaps he might catch sight of the orange fellow?

[v_knidh8er]

Oh most certainly. He might be little, but he's also a little hard to miss.

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

Well then. No reason to be rude.

"Buenos tardes, senor," says Santo. "Can I help you?"

[v_knidh8er]

Braids blinks. Then he looks to his left, next his right, and then...he turns to look behind himself.

The little orange man then looks back to the man in silver, and points to himself.

Me?

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

"I don't see anybody else paying much attention to me just now," says Santo. "So, yes, you."

[v_knidh8er]

He shakes his head, the orange on his cheeks just a touch darker than a moment ago. Braids is just about to turn and walk away, when...he goes and finds some bit of courage. He tilts his head to one side in question, and points to where the mask would rest on his own face, if he were wearing one.

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

"Oh, are you also a wrestler?" says Santo, interested. "I have a few friends in the Mini-Estrella circuit. Or are you asking about the mask in general?"

[v_knidh8er]

Braids holds up two fingers.
The second one.

Though now he does have a question about this Mini-Estrella circuit...

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

"Ah, all right," says Santo. "I am called El Santo. The mask is something I wear because I'm a luchador- a professional wrestler. Many wrestlers in my country wear masks like this."

[v_knidh8er]

His face breaks into a wide smile. Almost...too wide. Stretching quite literally from ear to ear. He claps several times with apparent glee before quickly walking over and scaling the bar stool close to El Santo.

It would appear someone would like to hear tales of daring do.

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

"In my sport, many of us wear these masks both in and out of the ring, and if we wrestle another masked man the winner takes the loser's mask from him and exposes him in public," Santo says. He taps his own mask and says, "I have never lost a fight that way. The closest I've come was at the hands of a luchador named Black Eagle, but he was a Martian in disguise, and I had worn another mask under my first to protect myself. That, I'm afraid, is the kind of thing that happens often in Mexico."

[v_knidh8er]

His mouth opens to issue a silent, WooooOOOOOOOoooooow. He then flexes his arm, in an effort to get Santo to do the same.

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

Which Santo is only too happy to do! He gets requests like that all the time from kids, or the occasional grown man who wants to look impressive in front of a lady friend.

He may not be a bodybuilder, but he does, at the very least, have a respectable physique even in street clothes.

[v_knidh8er]

Braids' smile extends yet again, and tries to emulate Santo's pose more fully. It...doesn't quite work the way he hopes it does, in that he doesn't succeed in looking eve the slightest bit intimidating, but...it's kind of cute in a strange creepy sort of way.

However Santo moves next, Braids will follow.