[oz] ready or not, here it comes

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

Without a war to end, or matters of severe importance to attend to, a person would assume the Voices would leave her be. But...they didn't. The world still had blips, problems, and things for an earthbound saint to do, and so here she was, in the theatre. The large assembly room was not something Isabella Avadore often found herself in. She was a leader by nature, yes, but she didn't often fancy acting, and as a sophomore, had yet to have any reason to give speeches or the like - outside of the RSOR room, of course. There was she used to giving a public address, or in class. Among the chairs and stage looming in front of her, not as much.

The short girl walked up to the stage and clambered onto it, ignoring the stage, and looking around at the lights, the hardwood floor, and props left from the drama class that had been in here just ten minutes before, but...it was lunch break now, no one should be here. Which was nice, when you were trying to find lost assignments. She'd heard laments of it around the school, among the drama students. Some substitute had lost the two-page scripts they were required to hand in, and she'd heard about it again which a message that scentless flowers and stages would be where they were. Scentless flowers? Probably fake ones, and there was only one stage in the school. Her footsteps echoed across the stage, then paused as she pulled back the red curtain and slipped in, not knowing that someone had just seen her.

She scanned the backstage curiously, rarely having been back there. A jumble of things greeted her. Desks and chairs for the drama classes, toy swords and a costume rack. Big boards with sets painted on, books and a solitary forgotten bag were all littered around in the backstage that seemingly made a semi-conventional classroom on the off chance a drama class might need desks and chairs over a stage. She wandered around the shadowy backstage, flicking on a set off lights. Isabella didn't make it unknown she was here, she wasn't here for no reason, and certainly not to...steal or something. No, she was just trying to find the papers. Besides, many kids in the school knew about her random "sixth sense". She knew secrecy was a must, but she couldn't help but do what she was told to - the one time she'd failed, a man had died due to it. So, no matter how trivial it seemed, she always followed through with it. Most people seemed not to mind much; even if they did thing her nuts, the Voices imagined or real as they were, most had a hard time denying that "whatever it was" had a penchant for being rather correct.

She glanced up at the lights, then around at shelves of props. More swords, some bonnets, a lighter for some pyromaniac reason, a toy gun, a bible, and a vase of fake flowers. She shifted it over, standing on tiptoe to see onto the shelf, but found nothing there, so she felt on looking, until she found a boxful. After a quick rummage, she found the stack, neat and orderly - albeit face down, under the flowers. Perhaps the sub had put them in an empty box, and face down to protect from peeking, and then someone had come, needed a place for the flowers, saw blank paper...

Okay, so why you'd put flowers in a paper box didn't make total sense. But it wasn't totally impossible, either. She removed the scripts, replaced the flowers, and set them on a desk where they'd surely be noticed. There. Problem solved, with no crazy capers.

Or so she thought, because when she turned to leave she saw someone in the gap she had made in the curtain, and not someone she particularly liked, either. Isabella raised an eyebrow, expression not unwelcoming but none too friendly. If he had something to say, he'd better go on and say it.


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[Oz Gavin Jenson]

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Oz had spent the morning quite uneventfully. Then again, when he kept on top of his homework like he did, it was no surprise that Oz found himself with quite a bit of extra time. And with his current plans in motion, he only had to worry about his goals to get onto the leader’s panel once a week when he snuck to the bulletin board to put up the latest post. And he had been smart enough to select obscure day with no exact intervals between them and no particular day where he put them up. Oz was no idiot and he was currently succeeding, but there were a few people who didn’t like Oz and they were a small concern. Isa was one of those two people.

So when he noted her slipping into the drama rooms and appearing almost sneaky in the way she was acting, Oz couldn’t help himself. He had to follow her. He followed not too far behind, and staying out of sight for the moment. It was suspicious to see her in the now empty drama room. He then proceeded to follow her backstage, being forced by the open space to stay much further behind. Naturally, Oz didn’t buy into the whole voices thing that Isa claimed. He could be wrong but he chose not to believe it till he had proof they existed. As a result he had no excuses for why Isa would be in the drama room at all.

It was strange to note the many props still left lying around the stage and the drama room. Oz had a natural irritation to messes and it was from two different lives of people cleaning up the messes he made. As a result, Oz picked up his pace upon noting the mess, though still maintaining his caution while moving through the curtains. He observed her searching for something and watched as she pulled some papers from a shelf and put back what she had to move to get to the papers. She placed them on the desk and this further increased Oz’s thoughts of curiosity on the matter.

Seeing her turn around he shifted and from the curtain and walked into the room, his charming smile leaking across his face with ridiculous ease. He almost didn’t intend for it to happen, it was just habit by now. ”What reason do you have to be in the drama room Isa? he asked, as if asking a close friend how they were doing that day.

He walked over to the prop boxes, glancing in them with interest. Finding a prop sword he pulled it out switching it into his right hand and swinging it in a full and practice circle. ”They do have some fun props in here don’t they?”

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[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

Oz Jenson. A rebel without a cause. An rebel for the sake of it. Some people were just not content to follow. And in a way, Isabella couldn't blame him. He had not been born a follower in his past life. It was in his nature to want to lead, but that didn't make him a leader. He was power hungry, and set in his ways. Not at all unlike the opposition she encountered in her past life; from the treacherous advisers of the Dauphin to the clergy itself, Joan knew what it was like to have her power questioned and threatened at every turn; it wasn't hard for her to see through his charming smile. Ramses just couldn't be content without being in control, and Isabella knew that full well. What he probably knew full well was that short of total system collapse, that would make it almost impossible for him to get onto the LP. People had to get onto a shortlist chosen by her and her fellows, first. However, she doubted that would stop Oz from trying. He didn't seem to understand people got onto the LP for legitimate reasons. No, Amelia Earhart had never been a greater leader of men like Ramses, but that didn't void her reason to lead any more than that meant that Oz could never become a pilot because his past life predated the airplane. It was that logic, among a list of other things, that made him unsuitable to be a leader, and if he ever asked, she'd say it to the face of Ramses to the Great - exactly what she thought, without hesitation. What was he going to do, burn her as a heretic, when he had believed in a totally different religion before? Hah.

The sophomore's dark eyes watched that stupid charming smile emerge when it really had no reason to do so, her expression clearly unimpressed. They weren't in front of people. There was no acting game to play in this theatre. "Looking for some papers that were misplaced." She said nonchalantly. To a normal, she'd have said "she had a feeling they would be there". To Oz, she offered no further explanation. He would no doubt think her insane for claiming Voices in her head led her to some scripts.

Her expression, which had been neutral, though unimpressed at first, changed to mild annoyance as he picked up the prop sword, swinging it around with ease. What the purpose of that little trick was, she didn't know. She could do the same, after all. It wasn't like he'd gone and written hieroglyphics or something. "I suppose they do." She said, tone even, but her next words carried and edge, that, unlike the toy sword he had, was sharp. "What do you want, Oz? You don't come and follow me for no reason, you and I both know that." She was sick of dealing with him with smiles when people were around, and frankly put, just wanted him out of her hair so she could go find some friends and have lunch.

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[Oz Gavin Jenson]

live for yourself, it's a wonderful thing
you can do what you want

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Oz always found encounters with Isa amusing. Isa knew all about Oz’s true mannerisms, or at least that the smile was a front. Oz used it for so many different things and though Isa knew there was more behind it, a lot of people didn’t. Oz was so used to appearing one way, that it was often hard for him to let the smile falter and express his actual feelings. It was a permanent habit now. Oz’s smile just appeared sometimes, though he did knowingly have it appear on his face.

All the same, it caused a sort of irritating rivalry of sorts. Oz always found himself keeping an eye on Isa and she kept more than a close eye on him. At the same time they both also avoided each other when possible. It was simply easier that way. Watching from a distance worked for Oz and it wasn’t often that he was face to face with just Isa. Perhaps that also contributed to the smile on his face…oh and the fact that he knew it irritated her. That always caused Oz to smile that same smile. Nothing was more amusing to him than irritating someone who he was at odds with. He felt even more compelled to use it when he saw just how unimpressed by it Isa was.

”Huh, misplaced papers? I didn’t know you had a drama class…”

[/b] Oz responded with a shrug. He knew that she wasn’t in the drama class and guessed that the papers were something unrelated to her. Then again, she had pulled them off the shelf and placed them on the teacher’s desk, so clearly she wasn’t retrieving them from herself. ”Amazing how things can get misplaced so strangely…”[/b] Oz added on, not commenting directly on her knowledge of where they were and instead merely implying it.

He ignored her expression of annoyance, having only swung the sword around a moment for the nostalgia of it. He missed sword play. He also was too dignified to simply spar with other RSOR members for kicks like half of them did. His sword was used for battle, not play. And to hell if he used a sword now for play. Yes, Swordplay was sport as much as a means of battle, but Oz didn’t lower himself to that form of entertainment. Swords to him were first and foremost a weapon.

Oz dropped the comment about the drama props. He let an eyebrow raise as she asked what he wanted. ”I was initially curious. Is that a crime?”[/b] Oz asked, sounding almost offended by her accusation, though he was hardly actually offended. He knew that there was no reason for him to follow her in normal circumstances. ”Actually, I was wondering about the course of action the panel is taking on that ‘Wizard’ person.”[/b] He said ‘Wizard’ with distain lacing his tone.

Oz was finding it increasingly easier to refer to the Wizard as if not only it was a stranger, but as if he hated the person behind it. Oz far from hated himself, but it was working great as a cover and most people were completely unaware of his involvement. In fact, only one person knew the truth and she wasn’t about to spill on him. That much was for sure.

”Surely the panel isn’t going to let some fool spread bogus rumours about the club…I mean, you do think it is someone in RSOR right? There have been far too many hints dropped for it to be a stranger to RSOR.”[/b] Oz offered, his expression contemplative but still maintaining his charming smile…though this time it appeared a bit more natural and less forced for anyone who knew how fake his smile was. He was genuinely amused at the concept of the Wizard and his comment allowed him to show that amusement without seeming suspicious.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

Anachronism stew, that was RSOR. Everything was ado with the past, long go time periods, worlds long won and lost. So much of it hinged on the past. And a lot of it's leadership hinged on the future. But then again, a lot of the leaders had led at some point. Herself, Churchill and Alexander the Great. The others just had what the panel needed - not to say they couldn't lead, but how they were now put them in that place. Ramses had had autocratic rule in the time of Moses. He obsessed over it. And now he was a frustrated teen. Sometimes Isabella thought he just needed a hug, but she wasn't going to voice or act on that. Not with Oz. He didn't repulse her like Raven or Leila did, but she definitely wouldn't say she liked the guy.


"I don't." Isabella replied curtly. "But I have friends who are, and they were complaining very loudly about their absence." She knew Oz could shoot hole after hole in the hearing Voices thing. So could anyone in this era of science. But that didn't make what she heard untrue. What she heard, was, to her, total and unchangeable truth, and it didn't do her wrong, now did it? "It's amazing, yes, but by far not the most bizarre sets of things to be misplaced. Souls can be misplaced, and don't we both know it." It seemed a random comment, but it was not. After all, their souls had, in a way, been misplaced. And she wondered if Oz might think it a step further, into being misplaced while being misplaced into a "nobody". Which was funny, as they had both spent centuries upon centuries as "no-bodies". Ha-ha. Moving on.

Puns couldn't keep her distracted for very long, nor could the sword or his mock offence. He might have been a little offended, she wasn't quite sure, but she wasn't sure she cared. A sin, perhaps, but she was human. She didn't respond to his question, knowing either way he'd try to poke at her. No, it was not a crime, but it wasn't welcome, and she could hardly say that, now could she?

His words of the Wizard, however, provoked less suspicion, but invoked a routine. People had asked her that before. The answer was yes, the LP was doing something about it. They had planted a mole into the anti-rsor and it might turn up leads. Little did she know that on the front of the Wizard, the mole had been caught and failed. But on the other front, Alison was doing her job exceptionally well - the anti-RSOR was abuzz with the thoughts of a nonexistent meeting. The other thing the Leaders Panel was doing was not talking. If the Wizard wanted to attack them especially, it didn't make sense for them to give him, or her, material. It wouldn't be wise to show they were that concerned. "We're working on finding him." She said, sounding nonchalant and continuing to sound as such, spoke on. "But if I told you, I'd have to kill you. So, well, there's nothing I can tell you about it." It was need-to-know, and she felt he wouldn't be pleased, but her words were true. What she didn't know was that he knew a lot of what she didn't know he knew or knew herself.

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[Oz Gavin Jenson]

live for yourself, it's a wonderful thing
you can do what you want

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Isa didn’t know just how close she was to hitting the nail on the head with the hammer. Oz was having difficulty coping with his current life. No one would ever guess it with all his charms, nice words and his apparent friendliness. But he was so far from happy it was unreal. He had gone from being given what he wanted, whenever he wanted it and being the most powerful man in Egypt for most of his life. He wasn’t used to feeling powerless, having things out of his control or being bested at…well…anything! Now, he had no power, was just another high school kid in the eyes of most, he had to bust tail to get anywhere and to make things worse, people were in better standing than him…who hadn’t ever conquered any lands or made any treaties or even ruled a nation of their own. Yes, he was bitter. And he didn’t know any other way to handle it. Ramses the Great was not some loser teenage kid with no one who gave a rats ass about him…he was a great leader with amazing skills and he was a forced to be reckoned with. So why was it he looked and felt so much like the first one. Yes he needed a hug….or simply to have some semblance of power again.

”Fair enough. Loud complaints shouldn’t be ignored…”

[/b] he agreed, with that charming smile in place as always. He chose not to attack her crazy voices today, seeing as the topic had been run dry by people not even within RSOR. In RSOR Isa had respect…she had power and power was respected. Oz should know.

”Of course. It’s hard to explain our circumstances otherwise. So perhaps the unexplainable doesn’t need an explanation after all…”[/b] Oz offered. He was not intending to add substance to her hearing voices, but when he thought about it, it did mean just that. Perhaps he would stop bothering her about that…well…after he posted a Wizard Post with it of course.

Oz raised an eyebrow when she said that the panel was working on finding him. The Wizard that is. And hearing the rest of the response he let an amused smile flit across his face. ”I am guessing that response is routine by now…Sounded pretty recited to me.[/b] He added, with a grin. He didn’t expect her to give up her information to him anyway. In fact, even if it wasn’t a routine of keeping it to herself, he didn’t expect her to tell him anything. They were not exactly on friendly terms after all.

”Fine. Keep your secrets. I will assume it’s what the panel decided…seeing as I have no other information to guess off of. I am a tad concerned though…”[/b] He added, concern showing on his face. Faking that charming smile wasn’t the other thing Oz could do. He really should have taken Drama. His marks would have been fabulous. ”I guess it’s been mostly gossipy crap that means nothing, but some things have been hinted at and I am more than a little concerned that with time what starts as harmless may carry some weight. Especially since everything suggests it is one of our own…someone from RSOR.”[/b] He paused a moment glancing back at her and putting down the prop sword. ”Can you at least tell me how good the chances are that you will catch this snitch?”[/b] He asked, sounding concerned…mostly cause he was. If the answer was definite then he needed to up his precautions.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

Secrets were a part of Isabella's daily life, and had been, in both lives. Funny, for someone so broadly trusted in either. But sometimes secrets were necessary; any half-decent leader could tell you that. Battle plans would go askew sans secrets, and hell, where would RSOR be if that secret were let out? It was life, and death, she supposed. If not for death, none of this would be happening. "Loud complaints are indeed hard to ignore, though I'm sure they would have been found without me." Still, Isa did what she was told. The last time she'd failed a task, someone had died; the first message in this life she had botched due to an inquiring teacher and someone had gone boom. That was enough of a motivator for Isabella to always obey what they had to say, as if she had any thought of doing otherwise.

Of course, she was bothered about it by more than a few in RSOR about these "Voices" she heard. She'd gotten it since her first day it. They were an integral part of the legacy she left behind. But, if ending up on he LP was any indicator, she wasn't batshit insane, now was she? Nor was hearing Voices are less or any more insane than being reborn, something Oz seemed to accept and draw from just as much as the rest of them. "Or perhaps the reason is beyond our comprehension, beyond what we can grasp, even if we might have some significant advantages." Isa replied, almost musing this to herself, but she would be hard-pressed to forget that Oz was right in front of her, barring divine intervention.

When the older boy grinned, Isa could almost say she was relieved. She deeply disliked that smirk, but the grin was bearable. If he'd had more sincere emotions more often, perhaps Isabella would give him that hug. But as it stood, she'd only rather hug him over a serial killer, given she doubted he was out to kill her. In fact, the grin was such a nice change, Joan grinned back at Ramses. "Just a bit." She said lightly. "Everyone and their Uncle has been asking me." She still continued to smile through his words, though she took them with less weight than she otherwise would. Yes, everyone was concerned. "I understand that," She told him, words fairly well practiced still. "It may become less harmless than it currently is, but like I said before, if I told you, I'd have to kill you." And honestly, she would mind if she had to kill him. Getting her hands dirty was not her problem, but she didn't dislike him that much so as to want to do him in. No, she couldn't say he "enriched her school experience" or some jarble, but that was a bit too much.

She watched him put the prop sword back down as he asked another question. She shook her head, brown bob moving with her head and seeming to take the smile and put a neutral expression back on her face. She shoved her hands back in her rather baggy jeans pockets, looking over the drama room and back to the once-pharaoh. "Nope, unless you have a suicide wish, and contrary to what may be your belief, I don't particularly want to kill you." The chances of catching the Wizard changed every day, with every report from Alison and every whisper in the hallway, with every move of the Wizard himself. Telling people a statistic that unpredictable, in a plays were the rules of chance were already rewritten was a silly idea. And, even if they did say, it would be over the school in a heartbeat, trying to get the Wizard to up his game.

Funny, then, who she spoke to...

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[Oz Gavin Jenson]

live for yourself, it's a wonderful thing
you can do what you want

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Oz chose to drop the topic of the papers, knowing that it was hardly what he was interested in and that he had just used it to get a foot into talking with Isa. He didn’t care about some stupid papers that the voices of the Christian god had told her to find. Oz believed in a much different religious system, and his was long dead in this world. Though he did his share of worship on his own time, though a little more muted than what he used to do. It wasn’t like he had the resources to build temples and statues for them anymore. It made him wonder how the commoners of his time had managed to show their love and worship of the gods.

And Oz knew it was possible those voices existed to Isa. After all, he fully believed in the Egyptian gods, even if he hid that side of himself. Hell, he even pushed it from his thoughts most days. It made him second guess commenting on her voice problem now that he was thinking about it and he made note not to do so in the future. After all, he had just noted the fact that he believed in rebirth. He even had a tattoo over his heart of an Ankh. Ankh’s represented rebirth itself, sort of a joke on Oz’s part—and then he had his death year, something few would understand…especially since Oz didn’t often go without a shirt on outside of his dorm.

Oz smiled genuinely at Isa’s description of the power that had reincarnated them both. He could see that being just the case. ”They always have a plan for us. I think it’s better we don’t understand and that you may have hit the problem right on the head right there.”

[/b] He admitted. He still respected Isa, or this conversation wouldn’t happen like it was. Oz could be civil and genuine when he wanted to be, this was definitely one of those times. Sometimes the ones who hate you the most need the candidness. And Oz knew no one disliked him right now more than Isa. Of course, his reference to They was meaning his Gods and her God, even if he didn’t believe there was a single god. He suspected that the God everyone addressed through Christianity was actually Ra, though he could be wrong.

He couldn’t help but be amused that everyone in RSOR was asking Isa about the Wizard. At least he knew he was having an impact? He noted her response and was a bit disappointed not to have SOMETHING from her about the situation. The more he knew about RSOR’s plans against him the better. And the Leader’s Panel keeping it a secret was proving problematic so far. He knew suspicions were within RSOR that the Wizard was on the inside, and it was clear to anyone with eyes in RSOR. But he also knew he needed to throw the suspicions off of him. And so far, he was doing all the right things and saying all the right comments. It was a game to Oz and he was doing just what he needed to.

”I’d hate to experience death again…”[/b] Oz said in a sincere yet also partially joking tone. ”Though, I imagine it can’t be worse than having my teeth completely rotted, my body so rittled with arthritis that simple movements are painful, and to be so hunched and distorted by a million and one things that death was a bit of a gift in the end…”[/b] Oz considered for a moment. ”Well, I guess for most that would be a gift.”[/b] Oz said more soberly. He didn’t intend it as a jibe at Isa, but it could easily be taken that way, knowing Oz’s usual demeanour.

”Really…you don’t want to?[/b] Oz sounded almost surprised. Then he reminded himself that surely if she found out he was the wizard that would be a different story. ”Pardon my surprise, but I assumed that there was enough problems with me that you wouldn’t have a problem in that area…”[/b] He added with a shrug. He didn’t believe he had problems of course. He was speaking as problems from her perspective.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

The rationale and means of life and death at it's most primal was a matter left best to God, nature, or some combination thereof, Isabella knew this. But it was human to wonder, and did the reincarnates ever wonder! RSOR's purpose might not be dig up the answers on how or why, but it was a place of speculation. It was almost like the Greek philosophers. They knew nothing about the finer points of science, decided that the eyes must emit beams of something to help a person see...and forgetting the fact that this would allow for sight in the dark better than what was given. But it was their explanation. It was just like that. There was no telling with the knowledge they had, even if, like the philosophers, they had been studying (or living, in their case) for many years, the nature of what was semi-tangible.

"Perhaps that's so, but no one can help but wonder. I know I do." Mostly about what her purpose was meant to be, theological questions. "No doubt you wonder why such a life, too." It was a probing statement. She was curious if her thoughts about his annoyance about a "normal station" were true. She wasn't sure if this line would get her anything, but he sure seemed to acting more genuine right now. Either that or he was even a better actor than Joan presumed he was. Either of those, she knew full well, could be true.

It was a dangerous game, therefore, speaking with him, but Isabella was confident she could handle it. She knew she wasn't always able to discern his truth from his acting, but she'd avoid what she could, and roll with what punches landed. The next words of Oz, though, seemed to revert back to the less personable Oz, rather than what had just taken place before, as the conversation switched to dying. Isabella, despite her horrific mode of execution, was quite open to discussion of death. She didn't mind explaining how she'd been on fire for so long and lived, or hearing about other gory, unpleasant deaths. But Oz seemed to be making his words a jab at her? Either way, she kept her tone rather neutral. "I would take your death over my own. It hardly sounds pleasant, but look at it this way - all those ailments are a sign you lived a very long life, and that's a good thing. Look at it that way." A long life. A concept that Isa didn't have much of a handle on. In fact, a great number of reincarnations were younger than the term implied. Oz was probably one of the oldest, if not the oldest out there (going by first lives only, not cumulative, or Hanston would likely beat him silly).

In his next words, Oz's almost surprised tone made Isabella laugh lightly. Was it really that surprising she didn't want to kill him? Honestly? "Problems you might cause, but more problems are caused when hiding a body due i first degree murder. Of course, some people I know of could get away with it, no problems, but those are the people on my hit list, unfortunately. And as I'm not theirs, I doubt they would help me" Anyone who'd gone to London with RSOR knew full well who Leila and Raven were now. They were a little more dangerous than Oz. Physically, at least, but Oz's edge over her was something she was yet to discover.


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[Oz Gavin Jenson]

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Oz’s belief in a single god was non-existent and sometimes he wondered if that was part of the reason him and Isa wouldn’t get along. For the most part, they had a lot in common. Both were good leaders and did amazing things in the time period they were in, both of them were 100% dedicated to their religion during their life, and both of them had a knack for politics. The biggest difference lay in two major areas as far as Oz could tell. First being, their methods; hers being more pure and his being more behind the scenes and sneaky (which also wasn’t something Oz was extremely proud of), and the second being their faith as it existed now. Isa was still completely behind her god and still completely living for her God and Oz was having a faith crisis.

He wanted to believe his gods were looking out for him and meant him well but it just didn’t feel that way. He spent his entire first life catering to his gods. He made monuments for them, he did everything in their name and as a pharaoh should have one day joined them. Instead he was spat back out as a powerless, average person. Oz wanted to believe there was a reason they left him be reborn like this, but he feared that there wasn’t. So his faith was shaken but he still worshipped and believed behind the scenes were no one noticed. Where Isa was bold and obvious in her service to her god, Oz did only what he had to. But yet, here they were conversing almost civilly. If Oz wasn’t so set on power and getting power these two might have been friends in different circumstances. Strange how things could turn out that way…

”Of course I do…Who couldn’t think like that after what anyone in RSOR has been through?”

[/b] Oz asked, another genuine response on his part. He was trying to cloak his tone so that it wasn’t evident that it was a huge weight on his thoughts, even when he usually tried to avoid thinking about it, but that in itself was a touchy subject to Oz. It drove him. The Wizard, his need to get on the RSOR leader’s panel and his feeling of utter uselessness…all of it was because he was clinging to the hope that his gods wouldn’t do this to him unless it was for some purpose, and his belief that he needed some form of power for when that purpose surfaced. The sad thing was, this wasn’t the case, and Oz wasn’t ready to accept that yet, even if in his mind he knew it to be partially true.

Oz could understand why Isa would rather his death. He knew that even in his mind her death was a bit premature, but that was more from influence of this life. In his past life, Isa lived an okay life. The life span in ancient Egypt wasn’t long and a lot of people died young. Her death was gruesome though, and no doubt horrifying and painful. So that part of it at least he understood. He nodded somewhat absently as she explained it.

”I can understand that. What was done to you was beyond cruel…Lasting ache but with some cheer is better than horrible pain…”[/b] Yet again a genuine response, what was wrong with Oz today?! He really needed to get his head back in the game…though it’s not like it had entirely left. It’s not like he was slipping up with anything detrimental or anything, but he had to remind himself, Isa was the enemy. She was part of the reason he wasn’t already on the leader’s panel.

Oz smiled knowingly as Isa explained why he didn’t have the need to watch his back for a crazy faced Isa with a sword jumping out from around the corner and decapitating him, though the mental image was amusing. He understood that Jack and Bathory were a real RSOR problem seeing as they were both once killers. Well, technically they still were as that never changed, but they were more crippled now than they were then in how they could kill. And getting caught was also much more likely in today’s age.

”I generally try to pretend those two don’t exist. It’s easier on my sense of security. Though, there is always a little reminder ready to pop up should I see them…Its sad to think nothing can be done about them, but at the same time isn’t that what this life is? A second chance almost?”[/b] Oz considered a moment. ”Then again, it appears they made the same choice as last time. Not exactly looking for forgiveness are they?”[/b] Oz mused.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Tag • Isabella Avadore ••
•• Words • 792 ••
•• Outfit • CLICK ••
•• Lyrics • "Living in Danger" by Ace of Base ••
•• Notes • -dances- ••

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