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Angelica wasn't the type of person who went looking for trouble. In all honesty, she strayed away from it at all costs. She'd go out of her way to avoid conflict because she didn't like fighting. And she especially hated watching other people fight. But training was always necessary.

After her brief moments with Kouichi-san on the bridge, she felt the need to train harder. She'd even forgone studying today, so she could train. And let's be honest...who wanted to see a girl train by focusing her energy on water? Her room had running water, but she found that her ability worked better outside, in the fresh, open air, with naturally running water.

It was her element after all...or well, it was close enough. But she'd chosen a place in the forest, away from anyone who might laugh. She stared down at the water, her crystal eyes wide with wonder. The water matched her eyes in more ways than one, the way it sparked light from the sinking sun. She reached down and cupped her hands, to bring some water up to her. She threw it up into the air and concentrated on turning the droplets into different colored balls of ice.

When they came down, she grinned, catching one in her cupped hands, head tilting, her eyes marveling at the rainbow colored ball, glinting in the fading sunlight. It was the first one she'd been able to make. And she'd been trying since this morning.

She reached up and held the ball up to the light, looking through it almost. The color didn't just seem to go all the way through...no, it was completely solid color! "Yes!" she said aloud, as if she were talking to someone, a few loose strands of white hair falling over her face.

Her black short-sleeved shirt was a little wet from the missed droplets of water, and while it might have bothered others mixed with the coolness of the air, it didn't bother her in the least.

She nearly jumped out of her skin though, hearing Mikel's voice. For a moment, she wasn't sure if she was just imagining things or if he was really there. But the way his voice echoed off the trees around them, she couldn't doubt him being there. It took her a moment though, to realize that he was standing before her. How often had she seen him not in a suit?

Her head tilted, her eyes focusing on him, and a smile slowly spread across her face. It was a nice look for him, this...jeans and tshirt look. And never had she heard such a strange combination of accents. Grandma Johnson had been from Texas, and she'd heard the hick accent before, but coupled with the French...it sounded so strange. And to come from someone whose nickname was the Dark Prince of Paris...

She shivered and gave him a grin when he landed in front of her. She never had to run to meet him...he always came to her so fast. She held up the ball, proudly, for him to see. "This...this is what I'm doing." she said with a little lingering of her child-like facination, allowing him to take it from her hand if he reached out.

She looked around him though, seeing the guitar and blinked. "And just what is mysterious Mikel doing all the way out here, hmm? You're more likely to be causing trouble than I am..." she said, playfully, her eyes moving from the guitar and back up to him.

She nodded, watching him with bright eyes, blinking when darkness set it. It wasn't something she was accustomed to, so she found herself blinking a lot, trying to find a way to see him through the darkness. But he never ceased to surprise her, and her eyes widened when he cracked the glow stick. The greenish color gave her the chill when she saw it shining in his eyes.

He looked more like a predator now, in the darkness with that glow stick casting an eeire glow. But she still grinned, looking up at him. And the faint shadows of moonlight lent a hand in reminding her that he wasn't a demon sent here to kill her, but a friend and a protector. Maybe that's why the forest outside of their small circle of light didn't bother her so much...because Mikel would protect her. And strange as it was, she felt this desire to protect her friend and keep him safe from harm. It was...surprising and a little revealing.

"I've been working on it all day..." she twirled the rainbow colored ball of ice in her hands with a grin, watching it roll around her hand. "Well...it'll last a long time in this weather...as long as the temperature doesn't get over 80 degrees." she nodded again, palming the ball, hands at her sides.

"Why wouldn't you come out once it snows? That's the best time to be outside..." she looked at him curiously, strands of loose white hair falling from the messy bun at the nape of her neck. With the moonlight and the glow stick, she looked like a ghost, with a bit of green tint, her eyes shining.

He just stood there, basking in the soft glow of green that covered the ground in the small area surrounding the two bodies. Like it was nothing at all, his hands raised and moved over his face and through his hair, gently tugging at the lengthy strands as he moved forwards again a few more steps. Perhaps he was a dangerous creature, but his presence standing there, with the green light softly coloring his bland clothing leaving shadows to dance across his face like twisted tattoos. Carefully the man shifted and listened to Lillith as she spoke about her magic and what she had accomplished for the day.

He had to admit, it was nice to see someone in this castle try to keep up on their spells and stores. He spun on his heel, allowing the wooden acoustic guitar to drop the ground, an echo of strings struck against wood as it bounced and wobbled against the ground until it came to a slow and steady stop, accompanied by a low tune fading out. The entire form shook but in small bursts as he took a few steps outside of the light. His eyes were over sensitive today, must’ve been a side-effect of the drink he had some time ago finally wearing off. Quickly like habit his hand raised up to his head, knocked the sunglasses down from their perch which sent lengthened strands of hair jutting forwards around the aviator sunglasses.

He stood in place for a moment, then turned around on spot slipping his hands into the front pockets which were separated by the zipper. Mikel stood with his back to the green light, eyes closed as his hands pushed into his pockets. The mention of cold just made his shiver from head to toe though, his head craned back and an upside down Mikel face was looking at Angelica. ’’Can’t really hunt in four feet of snow and lets say…Winter conditions in the mountain and passage areas that even make me shiver…’’ Smirking a bit he stood up properly once again, adjusted the sunglasses to his face once again before turning around once again an standing just on the rim of the iridescent light and watched as Angelica rolled the ball of snow in her hands.

’’Besides, we get like fourteen hours of darkness which… Well is great really.’’ Chuckles slightly shaking his head he did actually enjoy winter, everything except for almost starving to death. He shook this frightful thought from his head and smiled once again at the curious creature in standing in the green light.

She had always been a little taken back by the way Mikel always seemed so interested in what she had to say. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, looking like a pxie in the green light again. Or maybe it gave the effect that she was human again. Her crystal eyes seemed to absorb the green light from the glow stick, making her colorless eyes seem a little green, like they had been when she'd grown up.

It did not escape her notice the way he stepped back, the way the guitar fell to the ground. She waited patiently, her head tilted, crystal eyes watching him carefully. She shifted a little, reaching out to take the guitar before it could completely fall to the ground. She shifted a little, letting the rainbow colored ice ball drop from her hands.

"I can see how hunting in the snow might be hard. Won't Kalika's blood supply help you through the winter though?" she ask him softly, after listening intently, her finger still on the guitar. Worry flashed in her, showing in her eyes. She wasn't keen on the idea of Mikel hurting, of him being in any pain. She could see how it might be a bad thing if he required fresh blood all winter long. Donors weren't the easiest thing to come across.

Her smile was easy, but she was still worried, no matter how much he tried to play it off as nothing. And she knew that's what he was doing. He wasn't normally sensative to light when it was dark all around, and maybe that's what scared her the most. "Can you tell me...what's wrong?" she ask softly, looking up at him like a child.

What could she say? Feeding off rats didn't sound appealing to begin with...let alone doing it for an extended amount of time like winter. Especially winter in Ireland. But then again, he'd never actually told her where he got his blood from on a normal basis. But she honestly didn't care. She knew Mikel well enough to know that he wouldn't hurt someone without good cause or someone who was innocent. So maybe it wasn't that she didn't know...but maybe that she didn't care. As long as he got what he needed...it sounded a little selfish really, to not care about the people in the town.

Her crystal eyes widened when she thought about it, about him living off rats. She could just picture him, sitting in the dungeon of the castle, a rat in one hand, a goblet of rat blood in the other. Like something off a twisted verison of "Interview with the Vampire". She almost laughed actually, at the thought. But her attention quickly slipped back to him here and now, when his hand cupped her cheek. She blushed deeply, her eyes closing halfway. She looked at him with those clear eyes. She'd never wanted to be kissed so bad in her life. Her blush deepened and she shook the thought from her head. Mikel was a gentleman, and besides, despite all his attention, she wasn't sure of his feelings. Instead...she felt it was better to just enjoy the time she had with him.

"Hung over eh? And here I thought nothing could do that to you..." she winked playfully, wiping the childish look from her face. No reason he should know any more about why her heart skipped a beat. She gave him a coy smile, laughing softly. "Talk to Kouichi already have you?" she giggled. "Yeah...I've gotten pretty good...if I do say so my self..." she looked rather proud of herself. "That's the reason I'm out here training...I want to get better. If you'd like a demonstration I can give you one..."

She couldn't explain the rush that pushed through her. He looked confused...and it was probably the most adorable look she'd seen on anyone. Her head tilted and she took a moment to admire the smile that shot across his face, his lips curling slightly. She listened as he talked about being hung over and worry flashed through her eyes again. She wasn't sure what potions he'd been mixing, or what he'd been trying to do, but she hoped that he wasn't hurting himself in the process.

She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment though...it wasn't really her place to say anything...but she really didn't want him. She shook her head slightly, pushing the ideas from her mind. Mikel was smart, and she hoped that he knew his limits. "Just...be careful...please." she told him, happy to move along to other subjects.

"I'll be happy to show you...I just need...something you can...throw..." she told him, looking around a little for a rock. When she found it she picked it up, examining it for a moment. "If you'll please step over here..." she gestured for him to come back to where she stood. "I need to sync up with you..." she explained, her crystal eyes moving over him. She was a little nervous about this...she had to admit. Kouichi had been easier to sync up with, to let herself go and be one with. But Mikel might be a challenge...

Angelica found herself a little stunned. Mikel really just knew how to catch her off guard, no matter how much she tried to prepare for him. She gave him a bright smile, her crystal eyes catching his. Remembering was so easy when he looked at her like that. So easy that her hand actually drifted up to her covered shoulder, and she blushed lightly.

Why had she been so worried? Syncing with Mikel would be a breeze. She already felt easy and at home with him. She stepped so that she was in front of him, and turned so that her back was pressed against him. "Okay...what you're going to do is keep that rock out of my line of sight. When you're ready, throw it, and I'm going to freeze it mid-air. Any special color you'd like?" she ask cheerfully. She was confident in herself, even though this close to him her heart hammered at a million miles an hour.

That wasn't something she could really help though. She glanced up at him, before closing her eyes. She worked to steady her breathing. She couldn't freeze the rock and see it...she had to feel it. That's why she needed to be so close to Mikel. So that she could become one with him on a more mental level. She waited, her breathing even, her eyes closed lightly.

Of course, she realized that soon she'd have to do this without being close to him, without having her back pressed against his chest. But she was still so young, so new at this...she had plenty of time to get used to the idea of freezing something from across the room.