Room 301, Saturday Morning

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Isabelle rolled out of bed with far too much energy. Far too much. You weren't supposed to have that much bounce this early on a Saturday morning, and yet.

"I'm going to train!"

Oh yeah, loud announcements were a thing too. Sorry if you were still in bed trying to sleep, Raleigh. She wasn't even going to train, not the way teenaged Isabelle would have. No, her current version was more about getting a wooden sword and playing with it. But first she was going to have to find one, and that meant bouncing over to the closet. With much enthusiasm. Which did not lessen a bit when she saw what was actually in said closet.

"... By the Angel!"

So many dresses.

[ooc: Closed door, open post!]

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[notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com]

"It's too early," Raleigh whined, shoving his head under his pillow. No, he hadn't noticed the distinctly child-like quality of the voice.

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Isabelle could probably help with that, since she took his words as invitation to bound over to his bed and shove at his side with her tiny hands.

"It's not too early, Rally!" Yeah, Rally. Deal with it. "Get up! There are so many dresses."

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"Hey!" Waaaaait a minute. Raleigh peered over at the kid in his room. Talking about Isabelle's stuff.

He did not want to get killed over this.

"Heeeey. Kid."

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Isabelle grinned at him.

Probably only because she had his attention now.

"Good morning! Are you going to get up now? You should get up now."

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"Morning," he replied, mostly out of self defense. "Are you lost?"

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She kept smiling and shook her head.

"No."

Informative, wasn't it?

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"...related to Isabelle?"

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Isabelle snickered. "That's a silly question, Rally!"

Well, it was when you were Isabelle.

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YOU ARE A CONFUSING CHILD.

Oh god, had he been warned about this? "...is this an island thing?"

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Isabelle shrugged. She was kind of getting bored with these questions, if she was honest.

"Are you gonna get up now?"

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"Uh." That looked like a yes, Isabelle. "Did you want breakfast?"

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Aww, look, it was like he was catching on.

"Yes! And I want cookies! And ice cream."

Didn't that sound like a wonderful idea?

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"How about cereal and milk instead?" he asked, pulling on an oversize, ratty, old sweater.

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

Weird things were happening in the dorms, Isaac could hear it. So naturally he looked for a partner in "let's run away from the weird crap" in Isabelle.

Which would explain the knocking.

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Aww, that had been a lovely thought, and one Isabelle would've gladly gone along with under different circumstances.

But as it was, she came to the door with a wooden sword. And a lot shorter than usual. And maybe also looking a little less pleased to see him than usual.

"Hmm."

That was one critical greeting.

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Isaac's eyes widened a little as he realized that almost everybody had been hit with this. "Oh never mind. Wrong door."

Such lies.

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"Was it?"

There was so much sass in her expression. So much.

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"Uh, yes it was," Isaac said with a 'duh' tone. He could sass right back, thank you. "Why would I be looking for a little girl?"

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"Maybe you read too many mundie... Um..." This would've been so much more smooth if she'd remembered what the word was a bit quicker. "Fair folk tales!" Close enough. "Yeah, maybe you read too many those."

She was vaguely aware that there was a fairytale about a girl and a wolf.

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"What would that have to do with anything?" Yeah, Isaac didn't get the cliche.

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Isabelle sighed theatrically and leaned against her sword. "There's a girl who wears red, and then there's a wolf?"

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"Ohhh right," he said with a nod. "What makes you think I'm a wolf?"

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She'd perfected eye rolling at a young age too, it seemed.

"Because you are."

Welcome to Fandom's inconsistency in which weetinies still recognized the people around them and which didn't!

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"Well you got me there with your sound logic," Isaac said. "You gonna kick my ass now?"

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Isabelle held her wooden sword up. The effect was more adorable than imposing, though.

"Are you going to be trouble?"

Yeah, same thing with that.