[centre][h1][colour=firebrick][u]Friedrich Vogel[/u][/colour][/h1]
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Fritz just sat in stunned silence, tightly hugging Julie as she fell into him again. He looked at Cienna's wrist, and nodded at her, cordially patting her shoulder. He couldn't muster a smile.  Everything Julie had just said deeply upset him. She sounded like she thought she shouldn't even be here. When she suggested she didn't deserve to be soulmates with Cienna, he became suddenly impassioned. [colour=firebrick]"You stop that kind of talk. There are many things people don't deserve, but they get anyway. But everyone deserves love. Love is the greatest natural disaster of them all. And you two are made for each other. That's really a miracle, don't you think? Even if we weren't meant to be friends, you two were meant to be together. Don't say you shouldn't be with her."[/colour]

Suddenly, throwing him out of his bohemian love-frenzy was a presence in their air. From the other side of the building he felt what seemed like a strong light. Oh no, it could only be one thing. An angel. He looked around for a second, checking that it wasn't near. 

He then closed his eyes, concentrating on some unknown force. In an instant there was a dark sensation in the air that anyone could feel. It was like his scent, a threat, telling the angel to leave. As he opened his eyes, they seemed to glow, turning almost amber. His focus went back to the situation at hand. He beckoned to Cienna, trying to get her to help comfort Julie instead of siting there like she was catatonic.