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"Well I do beleive in angels and everything, but wether there's an all seeing beeing out there, that's something of a different matter." He said walking up next to her and looking up at the statue of the angel. "I myself have meat an angel, she attends this school." He said glancing over Mikaley. "I take you beleive in the whole thing?" He asked lacing his hands behind his head in more of a relaxed postion.

Mikaley cocked her head to the side to view the man beside her. So he had questions about the truth behind a true Lord and Savior, understandable as most did. She however had the story straight. There was no supreme being, only the living and dead. For time there was never a beginning and therefore there can be no end and thus we have created eternity. Mikaley nodded slightly to herself as her brought her eyes to the foot of the statue.

"I don't believe in Gods really. Just the angels, the dead spirits of good souls. But you've met an angel you say? At this very school no less. May I ask it's name?"

All Mikaley really knew of angels at this school was that there was one in particular that she was searching for, well perhaps two if her other sources were correct. She began to fiddle idly with the strap over the pistol at her left thigh when a new form caught her attention. Being in a house of divinities Mikaley feared no evils, but this man who had some how evaded her senses, was darkness incarnate to her white-lighting eyes. Without missing a beat in conversation or even bothering to leave Lukan time to respond she spoke again, calmly and still with a voice worthy of the angels she prayed to.

"And who are you?"

Once he went in the church, still bleeding, and tiny drops fell as he walked in the middle aisle, he went to one of the pues (SP?) and knelt, praying, Oh, Holy Lord My King, heal me and my pains. If this is for my sins-- His prayers were answered immediately. Hitsugaya, you made NO sins. All this is is that... here's something about yourself... you're an Angel-- God was interrupted and Hitsugaya prayed, Why thank you, I am a good boy. He heard a laugh from God. No, I mean you're an Angel from Heaven and you were sent to Earth during a war in Heaven! Oh... thank you... That sounds... nice. He was finished praying and stood up with a healed back.

Now, this was definitely unexpected. The more she waited, the more people appeared. Some injured, some annoyed, others just plain weird, not that she was one to talk. Running her fingers through her straight brown hair, Aiko sighed, hoping they would leave at any known time. Not that that was likely, but it wouldn't hurt to wish it.

"P-pardon me." She stood up. Her blood red eyes handed on the people making the loud noises. "Could you be so kind as to quiet down... just a little, please?" She asked, attempting to make eye contact with each one person that managed to make noise.

She didn't want to scare or intimidate anyway, but if they found about her blood, they would be sure to tease or harass her. Looking from person to person, Aiko made sure to hold her posture and wait for their reaction. If they agreed, then she would leave them be, but if they resisted, Aiko would most likely ask again or leave. Though it probably wouldn't matter to them for whatever she did.

"Please?" She asked once more. The thought of her family came to mind. Her relatives had always been cruel to her for being half blooded. It wasn't her fault, but having to ask someone when they should know about common courtesy always upset her.

Of course, however, there was no such luck for Tomoro at that moment.
A blonde haired girl walked up to her, silver dog tag around her neck with a tan tank top and black t-shirt underneath it. Her hybrid eyes were gazing upon the girl who seemed to be praying for something. She's probably thanking whoever she prays for that she survived whatever the hell happened to her..
Amber had one thumb in her belt-loop, iPod earphones jammed inside her ear, but nothing was playing on the iPod. Nope, the battery was dead.
Again.
Of course, but again made no different. It was ALWAYS dead, it felt like. Twenty minutes of play, twenty hours of charge. She really needed to get that thing fixed. Finally, she couldn't help but start towards the girl, her brown hiking boots making noise on the floor. Of course, not as much as the loud, swearing man threatening to spill one lady's blood and guts everywhere, but still enough to make her self conscious. She stopped by Tomoro's side, unsure of what to do.
"Um... Are you all right?" she shifted to one side in her dark blue Levi's nervously.

"Yeah...thats me alright. Im Dante..."

Mikaley's train of though suddenly took a sharp turn as her eyes widened in suprise. So this was Dante? Now she was getting somewhere for sure. The woman had been led to believe this man had vacated the school for the time being but here he stood before her, a prime vessel for inspection. If anyone knew more about her secondary target it would have to be the target herself, but this man... This one had a price on him large enough to allow Mikaley to retire without her other marks.

"Who am I? I'm Mikaley Dougherty, a child of angels searching for new knowledge and philosophy. One as old and wise as yourself must have a vast sea of truths within you, so care to have a little chat?"

As she had spoken her name she bowed slightly, ignoring his last comment. If he would like to make her a pretty little stain he could try his best, but she wasn't in the Praetorim for nothing. Mikaley looked back up into Dante's eyes, not in the least threatened by his closer stance as she folded her arms and spun on her heel. It was in this opposite direction that she bowed deep, to a brown-haired woman.

"I apologize for all within this house for the disturbance of peace, but if you would only suffer a few moments longer we will depart from your presence."

Dante grinned at this woman, her lie couldn't have been anymore see-through than a strippers bathing suit. He didn't know just what she wanted for sure, but he could tell by the way she watched him and spoke...something more had to be there...it just had to. he might be paranoid, but by the gods, he hadn't been wrong yet. "Is that so.... Well, Miss Dougherty... What is it exactly you wish to know...?" He folded his arms over his chest, watching her carefully as he could feel the hesitation Lukan held. His soul was literally shaking as Dante spoke to him. "You ok, Kid?" He knew why Lukan was speechless, but he didn't want the man to feel threatened...at least not now. He might find an opening and take it, but this girl...He wanted to know more of her before he had to deal with her. Turning his gaze back to the girl, he saw he turned, speaking to another girl Dante had seen around the school on his way there. She spoke in a low and inncocent tone, and he opened his eyes slightly wider, feeling surprised she had come there of all places. s**t...what if a fight errupts?! He thought to himself, stepping towards the woman. He hated being an a*****e more than he did a devil, but saving lives were more important than them dying and thinking he was nice. "Sorry babe, but this movie is rated X , I'm afraid im going to have to tell you to leave, wouldn't want you seeing anything you're not supposed to, alright?" The undeertone in his voice said it all as he watched her, his eyes pleading behind his glasses as he turned back to face Mikaley, finishing his statement to her. "You've caught me at a disadvantage. you're all ready to ask, but I'm not ready to tell... I guess MAYBe i can try and see what i could do for you..." He grinned challangingly to her as he awaited her reply.

"I'm fine..." He said loud enough for Dante to hear and he looked over at Mikely as she beckoned him closer. "No offence, but uh... Why do you want to talk to me? I don't even know why I'm here, it was as if something pushed me in this direction." He said looking off into space as he thought about it. "Why I'm even telling you this I don't know." He then said placing his hands in his pockets and looking up at Mikely. "What exactly do you want?" He asked a dumbfounded look on his face.