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Dante watched this woman with careful eyes, his gaze falling across her like a laser scanner, taking in everything about her, marking the pistols on her legs....Nice make at that, and falling over her form with extreme caution. he'd lived long enough to know no one was as saintly as she came off as being. Hell, he was wasn't a saint when it came to solving problems or listening to people, but nor was he a sinner to sit back and watch people hurt. he kept his stand-offish wats and arrogance to keep people away from him so they lived longer, he was born too kind for his own good and that had gotten him killed...once. He mentally shook his head at the thought, his eyes catching the woman again as he watched her extend her arm slowly towards the boy, his trigger finger twitching slightly as a soft breeze passed through open windows, his ivory hair cascading across the right side of his face. He fingered it away, speaking in a slightly tacturn voice. "I don't know who you are...but I've been in the game long enough to know that even the path to hell is paved in good deeds..." he heard the door open, followed by the sound of a small womanly voice. He didn't pay any mind to it though, he had something more important to do: Handle Lukan as well as find out what it is this woman wanted. "You've got five minutes, Miss Doughtery... please...enlighten me on what it is you've come to ask."

Lukan's ears pricked and twiched as the church doors once again swung open, only this time a young girl came in. 'Why would a girl be on campous?' He thought to himself, then remembered that looks aren't always what they seemed. His ears twiched more when Mikaley told him that the angels were protecting him? He once again looked at her with a confused look on his face. "So you want to know the angel that goes to this school? I see no reason why I shouldn't tell you, but there's still a gut feeling that I shouldn't. It's not right to give away names like that at least." He said looking down at the ground remembering how his father told him those words. "So I still wont say anything..."

Tomoro listened intently to the conversation unfolding around her; clearly it was only for a few people's ears; not that she cared. She was naturally curious, or course; why else would she be so close to death so many times? She had seen death before, in many cases, as well as caused it; the book she read in the library stated that fact to the world. It wasn't her fault... it wasn't her fault. She might have looked innocent... or pure... but was she? The only tainted part, it seemed, was her eyeball, forced upon her by a certain individual, and from this day forth, she was out for revenge.

This life... wasn't hers. It was her fathers.

After Dante had come up to her, she flat out rejected his request by standing up and walking over to a pedestal in the northern corner of the church, sitting directly under a beautiful stained glass window of a baby Jesus lying in Mother Mary's arms. If the people wished to fight, they could, but she would be there. Watching. Listening. She then sat down beneath the pedestal, which held a book with blank pages on it, feet crossed indian-style, fingers interlaced with one another. Tomoro then cocked her head to the right, looking at the three; no, four people in their conversation.

If she saw blood, she saw it; what more could she possibly endure when her eye was full of such evil anyway? The talk of angels made her ears perk up a bit... it must have been her grandmother who had saved her from the holy hell she was in just a few hours earlier. And... a fight? Who the hell would start a fight in a church? It just didn't seem right. Gently unbinding her hands, Tomoro moved one hand over her burns, and winced slightly; after this conversation was over, she would surely move on to the campus hospital.

However, she was growing impatient with an eery silence forming around her, and let out a deep breath, fingering her black sequined dress; surely it was ruined, the bottom fringe burned to a crisp, ready to fall to ashes any minute. She stood up, and looked up at the stained glass portrait, little rays of light shining down onto her body and her face, illuminating the flaws all around her. She turned around suddenly, hair moving like a blanket, and began making her way to the back of the church, one step at a time, careful not to trip over anything, including her own two feet. Such a quiet place this is... perhaps I'll follow under the man's rule just this once. Quiet and introverted as usual, she reached the back wall, and began to cough suddenly, gripping onto yet another pedestal for support. If anything, this was the last thing that she needed, to bring any attention to herself whatsoever. Tomoro didn't want to come off as needy or petty, not to mention an attention whore; in fact, she wasn't. At all. Was she beginning to build up that image? How absolutely disgusting.

Taking yet another deep breath and closing both of her eyes, Tomoro moved up one hand and pulled off her black eyepatch, then examining the serial code on her arm. It seemed to grow even darker with each passing day, and Tomoro rubbed her eyes with her spare arm before looking closely again, almost pressing her entire wrist up against her nose. Yes... something was below the code. Gritting her teeth, Tomoro took her nails out and scratched against her skin, like a cat sharpening its claws against a scratching post. Bits of flesh peeled off from her wrist, and she gazed at it, almost bored. In the pale place where flesh once resided was a long black strip, carved into her just like the numbers. Without hesitation, she scratched over and over on her arm, just below the S and the H, and as she suspected, black showed up. Over and over she did this, until an entire bar code could be seen, surrounded by dark pink flesh. Yet another thing.. predicted... by that book.

Letting out a large, almost irritated sigh, Tomoro couldn't even hear the conversation occuring way in front and to the left of her... not that she cared. It didn't concern her. Nothing did anymore. Putting her head on her knees, Tomoro closed both of her eyes and tried to get a grip on the emotions swirling around her; she was always bad at that. Tomoro was dizzy as well, and hadn't gotten sleep in so long... that bath she had hours earlier? It seemed like days.

Dante honestly didn't know what to say. Then he smiled, watching the girl move towards Lukan. As she placed her arms around him, she heard the soft 'click' of a hammer behind her head. "You know...as much as i'd like to belive that that's all you're here for... I really don't ******** belive you." His tone was quite shallow as he spoke. You come here speaking about peace...finding angels... and all that s**t. Yet look: For you being SUCH a peaceful little lady... you sure are packing some serious heat." he nodded down to her guns. "Now..I may not be a genius....but i don't they give peacemeakers a pair of nice Sauers like that before they go out to pray. Quit trying to be the sheep in a pack of wolves. You wouldn't be here if you were just LOOKING for an angel... If i told you the angel's name... what would happen next? How about we start from there..." He didn't care anymore at this point, everything around them had been falling into place: And in the real world that kind of s**t never happened. He waited, Ivory's slender barrel aimed towards the back of her skull as he sighed, reaching into his pocket for a cigarrette. He heard a small child near them rambling on and on about so stupid things dealing with gods or something, yet didn't pay attention to her. Lighting the cig, he took a deep drag and exhaled while he spoke. Lets be honest now... Miss Doughtery... What is it you want to know...and why?"

Mikaley listened to what this small child had to say, this 'Truth' ensnaring her interest whole-heartedly. Not only the being itself but what this toddler said of his plans. The woman was readying to kneel down to the child's level when the click came from behind her head and she halted her progress. Mikaley straightened her back and closed her eyes. She needed Dante but she also now needed this young person to leech information from and the options they both presented didn't coicide to well. Mika nodded her head just slightly before letting her blue eyes open again.

"Darling child, do please hold on just a moment, and dear Dante I carry these arms for self protection of course by my own choice so that if I ever come to altercations with non-believers my angels have a means to deal out retribution through me. You see I am but a woman on pilgrimage, not a warrior of great strength. I cannot possibly handle a man such as yourself in melee combat." Mikaley held her arms out to the sides to show that she indeed looked no stronger than the average woman, a gnat to the likes around Ria. "But now dear, would you like to join me and this lovely child in play?"

Slowly Mikaley began to kneel again, going down and extending her left hand to the child in acceptance of her offer. The woman glanced briefly over her shoulder back at Dante wondering if he'd join them. "We can discuss much through our actions, dear Dante."