Room 17, Second Floor, Haunted House, Tuesday Afternoon

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Thanks to all the drama in New York, Isabelle was a late arrival to the house on Ingvar. Of course, now that she'd been there for all of an hour, you could hardly tell she hadn't been there all along. She had a supernatural skill both for transporting a lot of her possessions over from the main island, as well as for spreading said possessions all across the room with very little thought to the fact that she was apparently sharing this room with someone. So, in that respect, she was already as at home as she possibly could be.

This house felt like bad news, though. She felt like she was being watched while she was straightening up the few extra pillows on the bed. And she did not like the feeling.

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Nathan shrugged a shoulder. "It looked pretty clear to me. Like a tattoo or something. It didn't look bad. Just in a spot I wouldn't have guessed."

But he had one on his freaking neck so he wasn't really someone who could talk.

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Isabelle shrugged, and picked up a shirt from her bag.

"It's a cultural thing."

It wasn't a lie. The placement of the Mark for Sight was very much a cultural thing, and the rune had special significance too.

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"Okay." Nathan accepted that with a shrug. He padded back over to his bed and sat back down. "Good for you."

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"Not a lot of people notice."

That was perfectly idle. She was shaking the shirt out, making sure there'd be no creases left.

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"Really?" Nathan sounded surprised. "It's pretty obvious. It's in dark ink and it's right on the top of your hand. Thought everyone would notice."

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"It's not ink," Isabelle replied. She might not elaborate on that point, but she also saw no real reason not to correct the assumption. "Unlike your neck, I'm sure."

She'd noticed.

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"And mine's not just ink," he felt compelled to say. "Guess we were both wrong."

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"No, still just you," Isabelle replied, unperturbed. "I said nothing about 'just' ink."

With him being at least a little Sighted without recognizing her for what she was, she thought it best not to assume that much.

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"Whatever," Nathan said, rolling his eyes and shifting onto his back. He reached for one of the magazines he'd been looking at earlier and flipped it open.

He could at least look at the pictures and try and see if he recognized anything. He glanced back at her, trying to get a sense of what her Marks were before he looked back down at the pictures again.

If she was his kind of Hunter, he'd already know and he definitely wasn't getting that vibe. The only thing he was feeling was the buzzing in his head from nearby technology and some slight nausea from being inside.

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At least Isabelle had brought nothing but her phone with her. She wasn't much for technology, most of the time.

She kept bustling about, getting her stuff in order. Her sleeves were up, so there were a few other Marks visible. And, of course, the pale, almost silvery webs of scars all over her skin.

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Yeah, Nathan was curious but, thus far, hadn't asked. Still, the more Marks he saw combined with the scars and her words was just making him even more curious.

"So, what are they if they're not tattoos?" he finally asked. "Some sort of cultural birth mark?"

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Isabelle sent him a look over her shoulder that said he could certainly do better than that last guess. Tsk.

"They're burned on."

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"Burned on?" That was a new one. But, considering what his tattoos could do, it wasn't too far fetched either. "Huh. Wouldn't have guessed that."

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"No, I don't suppose you would have."

It was just honest!

"But yes. We don't bother with needles and ink."

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"Congratulations," Nathan said dryly, rolling his eyes. She'd been so enlightening with her explanation. He was truly informed now. "Very advanced of you."

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He hadn't asked for an explanation! So, she hadn't given him one.

And all his dry tone got him was vague amusement from her. "But of course."

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Nathan was actually getting a little irritated which led to him getting restless and twitchy. He tried to channel that into breathing and staring at pictures but he still was moving around more than he had been.

He said nothing though.

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Isabelle didn't care whether he was irritated. But she also didn't say anything to annoy him further.

Just sat down on her bed to go through the contents of her makeup bag, only glancing up to see whether there was a desk or something she could commandeer as a makeshift vanity table.

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And Nathan didn't show his irritation either. He was just impatient and defensive when it came to new situations especially involving girls of any kind.

If there was a desk in the room, he wasn't using it. He didn't have any real need since he didn't think he'd be there much anyway. Most of his things were still in a small bag under his bed.

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Which was about the only place her stuff probably wouldn't spread to. So, good choice.

After a moment, she got up to arrange her makeup (so much glitter) on the desk. She'd have to get some kind of a moderately sized mirror from town later.

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Nathan was actually really, really glad that he'd be out of the room for the most part. He had no exposure to glitter and wouldn't like it too much if it got all over him.

Right now, he was just marveling at the amount of things one person could have while trying not to seem too obvious about it.

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And this was just a small portion of all the stuff she had in her room at the dorms, which at this point was kind of a den of glittery girlishness. And also concealed weapons.

"You won't mind if I hang some of my dresses out, right?"

She wasn't actually asking his permission.

"Maybe a corset, too."

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"Would it stop you if I said no?" Nathan wondered because he really didn't think it would. He really didn't.

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For that, he got her very best dazzling smile.

"No."

Of course not.

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"So, why ask me?" he wondered, shaking his head. "It's not like my answer mattered."