Room 301, Late Saturday Morning

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isabelle's post-dance morning hadn't been very different from most other mornings. Except perhaps in that her roommate hadn't spent the night in said room, but it wasn't like she'd paid a whole lot of attention to that.

(Sorry, Raleigh.)

She'd woken up early, gone down to do some training, come back up and taken a shower. Now with all that done, she was spending her time standing in front of her open closet, pondering outfit choices for her date with Victor tomorrow.

Still convinced that was happening. Still convinced this was a normal day.

[ooc: Post/door open for random kids and other visitors. I have been trying to wake up for eight hours now.]

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Which was why she was the one who got to deal with the visitor instead of Raleigh. Aren't you happy, Isabelle?

Yukon walked into the room like it was hers, making a beeline for the weapons closet.

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That was one way to make Isabelle's eyebrows climb way up.

"Um, excuse you, kid."

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Yukon eyed her mother with all the haughtiness granted to her by birth and socialization. "Yes?"

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And that look probably intimidated a lot of people.

Just not this person, who was giving her a rather similar look right back, one hand on her hip.

"What do you think you're doing?"

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"I want a weapon," she replied, lifting her chin. "I don't like being here without one."

Then she turned that look into something innocent and pleading because she was so scared of this strange place. So, so scared.

Really.

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That would've worked a little better without the look before it.

"I understand the impulse," Isabelle told her, "but I fail to see why it should be my job to provide you with one."

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Well, someone was used to having their father wrapped around their finger.

Yukon rolled her eyes. "Of course it's your job. You're my mother."

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"Your mo––"

Now, to Isabelle's credit, she was quick to catch on to what the hell was being said here, compared to most first-timers.

She rolled her eyes too. It ran in the family.

"Well. The Angel forbid there be a weekend without complications."

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"Now. May I please have a weapon?" Pretty please. With dead monsters on top?

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"No." Probably not, anyway. Kind of depended on how Mom-like Isabelle would feel. "You won't need one here."

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"I always need one," she sulked. It was like a violent security blanket.

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"No, sweetie, you don't," Isabelle told her. With a sigh, unfolding her arms. "If you're old enough to carry weapons, you're old enough to have other ways of defending yourself at your disposal."

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Yukon sighed, taking Raleigh's bed for her own to flop over on with only the drama a child can muster when things are deeply unfair. "I still want a knife."

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Isabelle rolled her eyes again, but ended up rummaging through the closet anyway. She came away from it with a small dagger in an ornate sheath, and came over to Raleigh's bed, eyeing the girl.

"You can have this if you tell me your name and which boy-type person I should be sending you towards."

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Yukon had squealed when she saw the knife, sitting up straight. "Yukon Brawler Lightwood. Daddy is a mundie, but he's okay."

Considering he was 'daddy' it might have been an understatement born of necessity. "I'm named after a fighter from his world," she added proudly.

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So much eyebrow raising at that name.

"Yukon Brawler."

Right.

"Well. Hi, Miss Yukon Brawler Lightwood. And which mundie might your daddy be, then?"

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"Raleigh Becket."

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"... Really?"

Sorry, Raleigh. She'd really see the appeal in a couple of years!

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"Everyone says that," she replied, wrinkling her nose.

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That was what you got for getting tangled up with Shadowhunters without joining their ranks!

"Sorry." Damn, her mothering instincts were starting to appear. From somewhere deep within. And not just because that nose wrinkling thing was something she did a lot, too. The look on her face softened. "I'm sure he must've done something right, if he got me. And you."

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Motherly instincts were awakened. Like the kraken.

"And you have the best taste," Yukon said with utter certainty in her mother.

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"Of course," Isabelle replied, finally offering the girl the knife. Like a good mom. Who was still questioning how Yukon Brawler had seemed like a good name. "So you haven't met Raleigh here yet?"

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"Not yet," she admitted. Because she hadn't found him. But, that wasn't going to be shared. "I wanted to be well armed just in case something attacked him."

And he needed her to beat it up for him.

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"Well, I'm sure he'll appreciate that."

She wasn't sure at all, just because Raleigh didn't seem too thrilled about all the weapons in the first place.

"I don't think anything's going to attack him, though."

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"It might. And you can't always be there because you have a job." So it was Yukon's job to keep the poor, poor mundie safe.

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"It's not one I have to do a lot here, though," Isabelle said. "But it's good that you luck out for him."