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When the first lightning bolt cracked across the dark gray clouds, Amon was out on the rooftop in a heartbeat. The club double as his place of work as his home, his 'boss' wanted him close and this was easier then trying to find a apartment of some sort to live in while not on duty (This is beside the fact that the nearest apartment complexes were at least twenty blocks away from this location, making it very hard to guard his boss if something should happen).

Dressed in only a white robe, he stood at the top of the roof, head tilted upwards despite the rainfall that was surely soaking him. This kind of rain was strange and yet so familiar to the ones he had experienced in Africa. Rain in Africa was usually very light, even in the south, until monsoon season rolled around and it would rain non-stop for weeks. Then the rain was hard and very unrelenting.

The ones here seemed to change from light to hard to a mixture inbetween. Not much wind picked up and there was usually a strong smell of the sea. Thunder rumbled in the distance, making the smallest of smiles cross his features. His golden eyes watching the electricity dance among the dark.

“You should stop it.” The young voice twinkled in from his memory, “Humans are afraid of such storms, unlike you.”

It was a very common misconception that he had some control over the weather. He didn't. His species relied on lightning strikes to hatch the eggs and while it was flattering to think so, Amon didn't have control over the weather. If a storm came it wasn't his fault, but he would enjoy it none the less. It was his element; a piece of home. Moving, he headed over to the edge of the roof top, peering down and glad to see the alleyway empty for once, before jumping across to the neighbors roof top. He wanted one Lightning bolt to strike him, a lightning bolt of natural was like a soothing bath to humans, charged him up while making him feel clean. A strange description but it was the only way he could think of describing it.

The rain was lighter now, bringing a small frown to his features, before he jogged his way across the rooftop and jumped to the other, repeating this process several more times, listening to the thunder that was getting louder and louder.

His chance came is a bright streak towards him, making him toss his head back as he clenched his hands into tight fists. It only lasted for a second, making Amon release a content sigh when it was all finished, before remembering where he was. He was in the middle of the street, in a robe, and lightning just strike him, he would be lucky if any human hadn't spotted him. But hearing footsteps approaching him from behind...

His luck wasn't that good.

Ugh, rain...

It was the most foul thing in the world and she simply hated the sight of it as she peered out of the small drug store window. It was wet, it was cold, and for a fire user such as herself, it was down right disconcerting. She couldn't simply look past her hate even if she has lived long enough to say she has endured worst. No matter what, rain will maintain its place as one of the top five things that Undine most hated. What beautiful irony too! To have a name like Undine and despise the rain so much, it was laughable. But after receiving about five texts from her 'father', she knew she would have to endure the discomfort for undisclosed reasons. No, take that back, for a reason she would rather not depress herself more with at the moment.

So, with a deep breath, adjusting her ear plugs, and the tightening of her hand around the white plastic bag on her right, she ran out into the rain.

She had to admit she was somewhat lucky. The rain was way worse when she had entered the small ma and pa store on a chore from her father, who was intent on going through the stages of giving his dear Annabelle the freedom she so desperately desired as a bratty teenager. It was pathetic, but she had to admit it gave her time to escape from her job, an escape she needed every century or so. It was a luxury that she wasn't about to give up anytime soon.

She ran for awhile, her childish multicolored dress that looked akin to a messed up quilt that stitched by Dr. Frankenstein himself slowly becoming more and more soaked. Her tomboy hairstyle seemed to stay somewhat dry being covered by a solid blue beret. As she ran, her fake green eyes peered eagerly into the rain trying to find as much shelter as possible and to find the quickest route back to the house when she saw a flash of lightening land no further than maybe a few yards away and not anything but a human.

For the moment, her heart fluttered with the thought that a liar had been petrified by the electricity. One less liar to consume the world. Thats not what happened though. As she came closer, she began to slow until she was walking. Normally, she would adjust her breath to seem like she was panting for no one could have ran as far as she had in such a small body without being somewhat tired. But the only concept escaped her as her face instantly was consumed by confusion. It wasn't the simple fact that the man seemed to not only be standing and relatively unharmed, but his strange clothes was also something to stare at. Someone was actually wearing a robe in the rain?! Were they stupid!

She quickly then displayed disgust as she looked at him, not making much of an effort to hide herself staring at him. As a girl, she couldn't deny he had looks, but she couldn't find herself attracted to the handsome man in any way and having to stay in the wet rain to do so wasn't helping. With a mental shrug, she started up her pace again with the full intent of running past him without giving him even the slightest bit of acknowedgement beyond what she has already done. He has stalled her and soaked her through enough as it was! She just wanted to get dry again.