how should I feel? *Isa/Andy

[Andy Lee Valterra]

Andy was no thrilled in the slightest about having to room with boys, but she wasn't going to force her dad to move just so she didn't have to deal with bullies. Honestly, they were something that would never go away and it wasn't as if she was defenseless. Between her past life ballet experience and this life's karate experience she was pretty set in the self-defense department. Still though she usually had to make sure that nobody was around before she left and she hadn't seen anyone so thus she quickly locked her door and then dashed off down the hallway in her ballet flats. The girl also had a small backpack with her that held an ipod along with some speakers. Hey, she wasn't sure how to work the equipment in the theater and didn't want to accidentally break something anyway. Thus she figured better be safe and bring her own stuff. Besides, it didn't have to broadcast to the entire empty audience, just to where she could hear it. Anyway though she made her way down to the theater while dodging out of the way of a few people that almost walked into her. How they managed to not see her was beyond the girl because she wasn't exactly short. Well, alright, she was short for a boy, but for a girl she was pretty average height. It didn't really matter though because it meant she blended in for the most part, and that was the general idea. Seemed there were quite a few eccentric people at this school, and so one more managed to slip by unnoticed.

Well, at least she thought she was unnoticed. Unbeknownst to her, she was being followed. After all, there was definitely something odd about a girl having a key to a boy's dorm room. Andy didn't realize she was being followed though, and continued her way to the stage. Once she managed to find it she set up her speakers and plugged in her ipod. She switched it to a song that went along with a ballet that did not need a partner. Many of them did need a partner, but there were a few that did not. Thus she was first warming up so she didn't injure herself and then started doing twirls. She was humming along to the music as she danced. It had been quite some time since she had danced on a stage such as this one. Her past life would have been the last time actually, and she had to say she missed it. Though she wasn't sure that right now would be the best time to try and start ballet again. Certainly she wouldn't be able to pass for a girl in some of the outfits they had to wear. And couldn't help but feel that how good she was would be questioned by any instructor she had. So maybe she wouldn't be able to be a ballerina again, and certainly it seemed like it was getting to the point where it was too late to start.

She wasn't going to think about that at the moment though. Instead she was going to focus on the dance she was doing in order to not miss any steps. Sure she had practiced it in this life in her room many times, being that the flexibility did not come with the skill, but on a stage was different. She could almost imagine herself as she was then in front of a crowd of people, dancing. It was the most peace the girl had had in a while, but then something startled her and she jumped, lost her place and spewed a few curses in Russian.

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tag: DANTE/ Isa
note: Isa startled her that's yer cue XD
outfit: click

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

Isabella had just left Oliver's dorm, and was headed down the spiral dorm tower. It had always reminded her of Harry Potter for some reason, though unlike Harry Potter, the events that happened in Riverdale were most certainly real, and most certainly more unusual than Dumbledore would have dreamed up. The boys dorm was oddly silent for this time of day, and as Isa came around the bend she heard a door click. She poked her head around the bend, and saw not a boy, but a girl, locking the door to the boys dorm, and then running away in ballet shoes.

Well now, that was odd. Always one to go seek out the odd, Isa jogged after, her own footsteps light and silent. Joan of Arc was no ballerina, but she did know how to move with fair speed and fair stealth. Why would a girl be locking the door to a boys dorm? There were four keys per dorm. One for each member, and one that hung in some branch off the staff room so a teacher could force their way in if need be. There had been no report of any of those keys being stolen (or any other keys for a long time, thank God), so that wasn't it. No, this girl had one of the three keys to a dorm that wasn't hers, and she was running about with a small backpack. A theft, perhaps? If so, she was a certainly agile thief.

The brown haired girl followed the other one out of the dorms, and then back into the school, to the auditorium. Isa paused a moment outside, and then entered, opening the heavy door and closing it again as silently as possible. She didn't want to jump the gun and ask what was going on. Yes, thievery could be involved, but perhaps some guy gave his key to his girlfriend, or sister, and asked them to get something, and they key would be returned. Isabella was known for her odd ability to sense things - not for jumping the gun, and so for the moment, she waited and watched.

But there was no one. The whole place was devoid of life, save for them and probably a couple mice. She watched the girl turn on the speakers and warm up. Isa knew most people around Riverdale High - and she had to say she knew no male ballerinas. Errol was the only one she could even imagine trying ballet, furthermore, and this girl had not come out of that boy's dorm. So...what had been going on? None of the stuff seemed stolen and no thief would just randomly dance after a robbery. Joan's brown eyes, so like the ones she had before, were trained on the girl. What was off here? Something was off. No one should have keys to a dorm that they didn't live in, and surely this woman wasn't living in a boys dorm.

But what if it wasn't a woman at all? At this, Isa shook her head. That was the silliest assumption of the bunch. She did note, if she looked really close, yeah, there were male hints. But at the same time, Isa herself could easily pass for a boy if she tried, and when her hair was cut shorter than it was now, it happened a few times unintentionally!

Unable to put all the piece together, Isa supposed she'd just have to talk to the girl and work it out. Oddities were common at Riverdale...and in fact, too many oddities in a row could well point to a reincarnate. So...no harm in asking. Isa made to take a step forwards, but her knee brushed up against some prop, and it fell over, starling the ballerina before her, and causing her to swear....in some language, possibly Russian. Now that was interesting....

"Sorry!" Isabella apologised. "I didn't mean to startle you, I just meant to say hi, is all. You dance very well." She said with a smile. "I saw you come in here, and I was just looking for something in here, and..." Isa shrugged, as though the rest was history. A smooth lie, but it would open the conversation better then 'hi I was stalking you' after all.

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words| 746
tagged| Andy / Cal
notes| mrwoo.

[Andy Lee Valterra]

Andy had been surprised that was for sure, and was hoping nobody would really question what language she was speaking and how she knew it so well. Sure she was fluent in it, but that didn’t mean she wanted to lie about how she knew it. Sure she could probably pass it off as having Russian ancestors, though with a non-Russian sounding name that made it more difficult. Still it was plausible and probably her best excuse being that she was pretty sure Russian was not a commonly offered language and if she mentioned her school, and they looked it up they would see that she had lied. Lying certainly did not make for a good first impression either so she was going to avoid a lie that could be easily found out that was for sure. Unless they wanted to travel to either of her parents’ houses there was definitely a possibility of it never being found out to be false. Sure she didn’t really like having to lie, but she couldn’t exactly say it was because she was a Russian ballerina in her past life now could she? Certainly such a thing was crazy, and besides it didn’t seem like it would be something that would be good to mention. Definitely not being that it was one of several secrets that she would not mention lightly. Sure there were a few people that knew she was a boy, though not by her telling them, but she was pretty sure nobody knew who she really was thanks to her past life. That wasn’t really important at the moment though being that she had a person to talk to and probably explain the language she was just surprised into speaking to.

Hearing the apology the girl blinked and then was complimented by the other girl. She wasn’t exactly used to that in this life so she blushed a bit. ”Oh…um thank you.” she said fiddling with her hair a bit. She was a quiet girl so she just nodded at what the girl in front of her was saying. She didn’t really know what her name was being that she hadn’t been here for very long. Thus it became a sort of awkward silence for Andy being that she was definitely not a very talkative person. If the other girl wanted to get some sort of conversation going then that would maybe make her talk a bit more. Though she did suppose she could ask a simple question without being too far out of her comfort zone. ”What were you looking for…?” she asked simply being a little curious and preferring the conversation not be directly upon herself. Seeing as she would rather avoid a lie in general if she could help it. Sure maybe it was lying that she answered to a female pronoun, but there was truth in it somewhere. A body certainly didn’t completely define gender, it depended on how you identified yourself and being that she identified as female she felt it was truth enough that she was female even If her body and other people disagreed with her. Then again many people only saw what was on the outside as a defining factor rather than what was on the inside which was considerably more important in her own opinion. That didn’t mean she was happy about being technically male and thus it didn’t make her any happy to identify as a female being that her body wasn’t female. In mind she was but in body she was not so that made things get conflicted and complicated at times. Especially now with her rooming situation and all.

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tag: DANTE/ Isa
words: 630
note: >>; -roll-
outfit: click

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

Isabella was used to reading people. She liked to think she was good at it. She noted the blush (who wouldn't?) and the girl fiddling with her hair, and the awkward speech. It was almost like she'd been caught at something she wasn't supposed to be doing. That in itself was weird, but she was coming from a boys dorm....perhaps this was a very very good drag queen, but not even the voice lended that much to it. No, it didn't sound quite typical for a woman's voice, but at the same time, it didn't sound too out of the region.

Without letting the pause become to long, Isabella spoke again. "I could never dance like that, I don't think." She added with a smile, before the girl tentatively asked what she had lost. "Oh, a rosary. I seem to always misplace them." Joan of Arc lied, which was rather odd - not because she was lying (even saints did that) but because she was a saint lying about where she put prayer beads that she didn't lose. Something within Isa found it quite funny indeed. Perhaps more so given that contrasting against her black t-shirt was a crucifix necklace, and a rosary poked out of one of her jean pockets. The girl had a considerable number of little religious trinkets, as anyone who'd seen her dorm would attest to.

"Are you new here?" Isa added after a moment, brushing some brown hair out of her face. "I haven't seen you around before. What's your name?" Sooner or later, Isabella was going to run into the girl, so she may as well know her. Besides, random Russian swearing was a red flag, as was randomly leaving a dorm that shouldn't be hers. It was possible that she was a reincarnate, though Isabella had very little go go on about it in this case. Besides, the girl looked about her age. Possibly, they were in the same grade, so all the more reason to get to know her. "I'm Isabella Avadore." Isa added brightly, offering a friendly smile t the other girl...

Or was it a girl? The thought flashed back in her head, but Isa pushed it back for now. She knew what debate about a person's gender could do - Isa certainly hadn't taken kindly to it, and it was a debate that raged on the weird side of the internet and scholarship today - was the maid of Orleans a maid, or a man? Firstly, they'd displayed the remains of her body after she died (pulling them out of the fire briefly) once stripped, you'd think they'd have noticed boobies (Isa wasn't sure, and did not want to know, what state anything below her waist was like after a couple hours in a fire), or the fact, you know, she had a high, feminine voice in the past. Isa leaned back on some boxes, mentally shaking her head. People were weird. But the fact remained the debate was there, which was probably why this thought crossed her mind with this Russian-but-not girl.

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words| 565
tagged| Andy / Cal
notes| Truefacts. They pulled her out, stripped her, and put her back in after showing the crowd her boobies. ._.

[Andy Lee Valterra]

It wasn’t really like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t, it was more that she wasn’t expecting someone to find and then compliment her. It was not something she was completely used to in this life because she had never been able to do ballet openly like this. She was still getting used to being able to do so as well. Thus she probably came off as a bit nervous to be doing this. Ah well, she would become accustomed to it eventually and that would fade hopefully. For now though the not-quite girl was awkward about basically everything being that it was a new school with new people and new everything. She didn’t even really know if she was allowed to be dancing here like this without permission from a teacher or something and until now she didn’t think about that.

Hearing the statement she shrugged a bit. ”It takes a lot of practice, and usually it’s best to start from a young age while you’re still capable of bending into splits without too much issue.” she stated with a slight nervous smile. Hearing what the girl lost she blinked, oh this girl was religious then. ”Do you need help finding it?” she asked curiously because she didn’t want to be rude and just say something like oh well that sucks. She was pretty positive that would be a good way to keep people away from her, but she didn’t exactly want that of everyone. This girl seemed nice enough for now so she would see where this went for now and if it didn’t work out then no big deal really she supposed.

Then she was asked about her name and if she was new here. She was pretty sure it was a little obvious that she was new, but she would answer anyway. ”Yeah, I’m new. I’m Andy Valterra.” she said with a light smile at the girl in front of her. Then Isabella introduced herself and it seemed like for now at least they were getting along. ”Nice to meet you, do you prefer Isabella or a shortened form of it?” she asked wondering if she made teachers call her Isabella or if she had them shorten it to something that was easier to say. There was also the fact that people rarely liked going by their full name unless it was short for some reason. Or, unless it made them feel like they were more grown up. Andy didn’t have that issue being that her name was, in fact, Andy and she was definitely glad for that too. Andy was a name that could be a shortened form of Andrea or Andrew and so it made it easier to hide her gender without getting a name change. Name changes were not cheap after all, and while her parents could probably afford it, she didn’t really want to inconvenience her father with it being that her mother would never stand for such a thing either.

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tag: DANTE/ Isa
words: 530
note: -fluffs dante-
outfit: click

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

This new girl was so shy! She seemed a little bit awkward and out of place, which didn't make too much sense on the outset given she'd been dancing so well. It was almost like she wasn't supposed to be dancing so well, and then there was a the random Russian. Isabella didn't notice any Russian accent, so it was possible that Russian came before. But then again, just becuase someone spoke a language didn't mean they had that accent. She herself was a good example. In this life, her mother tounge was Spanish, but if Isa ever showed an accent, it was French. Thankfully, this could be attributed for the most part to her speaking French before English in this life. "I can do the splits, but I don't think I'd have much luck. You have a talent for it, I think." Isabella said with a smile. "There might be a dance club or something you could join, but only if you want." She added, not sure if the girl was just awkward and wanting friends, or awkward for want of being left alone. "As for my rosary, any help I could get would be great." Not that they'd ever find it, but more conversation would be good.

Isabella walked over to a table about three feet away and peered in a box, looking for said imaginary rosary as the conversation went on. "Nice to meet you, Andy." Andy; a name that could be either a boy or a girl name. This was getting odder and odder by the second. She wasn't a Nancy Drew, but here was a mystery for her, a mystery she'd have to unearth herself - it wasn't like she could ask! "I go by Isa a lot. It's quicker and easier." She said with a smile. "I've never been much for going by Bella, and less so after Twilight." Isa said with a laugh. She was by no means a Twilight lover, but she doubted much of RSOR was (or if they were, they kept it secret) given even the teenage girls weren't always exactly teenage girls. Which might be the case for Andy. "Id you don't mind me asking," Isa said as she rifled through another box, this one filled with feather boas, "Where are you from?"


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words| 485
tagged| Andy / Cal
notes| -fluffeh- -fluffs back- I know it's short, hush.

[Andy Lee Valterra]

Andy wasn’t quite sure how someone misplaced rosaries on a regular basis which, by what the girl had stated, was something that happened often. How many did she even have then if she misplaced multiples at a time? Did that mean she collected them or something? One would think that if they were important or something that they would do their best to not misplace them. Or maybe they weren’t important which was why they were lost all the time. It was also entirely possible people took them just for amusement and to make fun of her. Which wasn’t nice, but it was entirely possible and wouldn’t be the first time someone was bullied for something they enjoyed or was a pastime for them. Then again that could not be the case and she could have just honestly lost it because it fell out of her pocket or forgot where she set it down last.

Then she started talking about how she could actually do splits but nothing else. She blushed again when the girl stated she had a talent for it. Well, it was true, but she was very shy in this life and thus that was her reaction to it. ”Thanks… and I don’t know about clubs yet…” she said with a bit of a sigh. She wanted to look around the school a bit more before deciding on any clubs definitively. Not everyone thought her knack for ballet was desirable, and while it might be nice to be in a dance club she didn’t want to just show someone up because she had a lifetime of experience behind her already. Besides, there was the fact that she couldn’t exactly wear a lot of the ballet costumes due to the fact that she wasn’t exactly female and the female costumes would give that away pretty obviously most of the time. Seemed that the girl appreciated the help though so that was a bit of an upside she supposed. ”Okay…where to start?” she asked as she watched Isa walk to a table and peer in a box.

Andy followed her and started looking through another book that was filled with blank masks that were definitely used for theatre productions. She supposed they were able to be adapted to every production if they were blank, or were specifically for phantom of the opera, either way they were vaguely creepy. Like a bunch of blank faces just staring at you while looking through them. She tried not to think about it too much and then moved onto another box filled with the poof for under skirts or whatever. She heard the girl say it was nice to meet her and gave a smile ”Nice to meet you too.” she said quietly while looking through the poof. Then she heard the girl say she preferred Isa and didn’t really like Bella and disliked it even more because of Twilight. ”I tried to read it at one point but it didn’t really hold my interest. It’s like everything that is lore on the creatures she picked is irrelevant and just went with how she thought they should be for some reason.” she noted simply with a shrug. It was definitely an odd idea that was for sure, and she wasn’t sure why the woman thought vampires would sparkle and fight with a shape shifter over a human. She was dragged from her thoughts by a question of where she was from. ”Indiana.” she said simply without really thinking about the fact that she had been speaking Russian earlier.

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tag: DANTE/ Isa
words: 630
note: -rolls-
outfit: click

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

No clubs. Fair enough. Isabella nodded, then let that subject drop. If nothing else, at least the girl didn't start yabbering on the RSOR and what it was - a few people had done that on her, knowing who they spoke to or not - and she had to say, it was annoying. The RSOR would find them, not the other way around. "I'm just going to have a peek through boxes and things." Isabella stated in response to the girl's question. "My guess is that if I did misplace it there, they probably threw it in a prop box. There's really no other place for it to be." Riverdale wasn't a Christian school, it was public, and so no religious icons hung on the wall outside of her dorm. Joan of Arc was unsure if she liked that, to be honest. On some accounts, it was a good thing to keep education secular; a run-in with Darwin had taught her much. But, on the other hand, she had a thing for God, what more could she say?

She rummaged through the box she was in, making sure not to break anything, before glancing over at the one Andy had. The blank masks were kinda creepy, but at least they weren't trying to be weird, like the zombie arm in her own box, folded slightly so as to fit. "I have a feeling I'm not going to be finding a rosary in this one. And I agree, she just seems to...slaughter the concept she tries to use. Namely, vampires aren't meant to be friendly and sparkle." She remarked, before closing the box and selecting another one. This one opened up to...you guessed it, more zombie limbs. "I have to say, that's a little weird." Isa mumbled, though it may as well have been in response to Andy's next words. She grew up in Indiana? Indiana wasn't anywhere in Russia. Point one to the reincarnate idea. That made a total of one and three quarters, as the ambiguity of her gender could be related, or totally not, and Isabella wasn't sure.

"Is your whole family from Indiana?" Isabella asked. Okay, so it was a weird question to ask someone they'd just met, but she always was a newcomer. It wasn't totally unnatural. "I'm just curious. I like to know where people are from. There's a whole slew of nationalities and things here, it's quite something!" Hopefully that would help convince her to answer and not slip away assuming Isabella was weird. No, Isa wanted to keep the conversation going with this male-female-maybe a mix ballerina. There was something, perhaps more than one thing, to be learned from her, and she was determined to get to the root of it all, be it supernatural or ordinary by the standards of Riverdale High.



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words| 574
tagged| Andy / Cal
notes| -rolls cal down a hill-

[Andy Lee Valterra]

Andy honestly just wasn’t sure what to do about clubs yet. She had only just started, but wasn’t sure if she was supposed to use her past life talents to succeed or if she was supposed to do something different. Sure she would love to be able to dance again as a girl, but for now she was a boy and thus would have to settle for only when she was basically alone. Though, if this situation was any indication, she was guessing that it wouldn’t be too often. Next time she might be found by someone who was part of a dance club and they may try and get her to join though. She would like that, but she wasn’t sure what to do about it. Thus, for now, she would just remain confused on the manner and figure things out later. Hearing Isa she smiled and nodded in response. That made enough sense she supposed being that where else would they put it unless in the lost in found? ”Did you try the lost and found?” she asked simply wondering if maybe the rosary was there rather than in a prop box. It would certainly make more sense unless they were commonly used as props for some reason. Though, it seemed that Isa was convinced that it couldn’t be anywhere else in the building.

Andy was still going to look regardless though, and snuck a peek over at Isa’s box to see a folded zombie arm. What possible use could that be? She didn’t know of any zombie plays off the top of her head, so she couldn’t exactly figure out what purpose it would serve. Andy gave a small smile when Isa agreed that the author was slaughtering the concept with sparkling friendly vampires. ”I don’t know, I think vampires could be friendly if they really wanted to be, but I doubt most of them would be.” she stated with a shrug. Not every person was friendly or mean, so why would every vampire be that way? Even vampires had some individuality she thought. Though, she should keep in mind that they weren’t real and thus fictional things didn’t necessarily need individuality. She was distracted from this thought from a statement by Isa and looked over to see all sorts of zombie limbs. ”What use could those possibly be unless they were doing some sort of Halloween theme play?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Then Isa asked a question that made her blink. It seemed that she had confused the girl with her statement of where she was from. She couldn’t be from Indiana for some reason? ”I have no idea honestly. I never really thought about asking.” she noted with a shrug. What reason could she have for asking anyway other than vague curiosity, and she certainly had other things to worry about than where her family was from. Though as far as she knew most of them were born in the United States. Then it seemed like Isa was defending her question with plain curiosity, and Andy had to admit she had seen and heard some definitely different nationalities wandering around the halls of the school.

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tag: DANTE/ Isa
words: 560
note: somean
outfit: click

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

Vampires and zombies had very little baring on things, Isabella had to admit, but in a way, they did. Wasn't she the opposite of a zombie? Zombies were bodies up from the dead, but not souls. She was a soul up from the dead, but not a body. Something of a myth. Something that seemed almost unreal. Impossible, to most people in the Western world. Certainly impossible if you told her about it in the past life - she would have called anyone with such an idea a heretic, without question. So, Isabella twisted the conversation a little. Time to prod a little more. "Vampires could be friendly, yes, that is true...as for zombies, I have no idea. We do some original plays, so...could be that." The drama teacher was Shakespeare, after all. "Though, zombies are a big deal here, in their own way. Lots of people here know about zombies, I know a thing about them myself, all sorts of variations of zombie." The sentence, to any self-respecting RSOR member, was full of references. For a possible reincarnate, it was merely a lure. It was the beginnings of a trap, that may make her look like a zombie enthusiast when she really wasn't, or it would be overinterpreted and the response would effect that, however slight. Andy had peaked Isabella's attention, and she was starting to play on that now.

The trick was not overplaying the card. Isabella rifled through some more zombie limbs, then bent down and looked under a table as she heard Andy next speak. The table hid her grin, as her brown eyes lit up. Yes! That was a very strong indicator, right there. Isabella was remarkably good with languages (albeit just in this life, thanks to proper education) but not even she could just...randomly pick up a language. Curse words were the most common ones to pick up, true, but the accent wasn't just going to be there, and it sounded like a pretty legit accent to her. "Not here." Isabella sighed, wiping the grin off her face before popping up again and speaking to Andy.

"Ask sometime, you never know. It's certainly fun to figure things out, but your history is your history." Isabella shrugged and walked over and looked through more boxes. "You'd think they're stealing my rosaries or something!" She grumbled. She wasn't a brilliant actor, but she was sure she'd pass for now. "We have some weird characters around here, as I'm sure you've noticed, so sometimes I wouldn't put it past someone to steal rosaries, of all things."

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words| 510
tagged| Andy / Cal
notes| -pats- =3

[Andy Lee Valterra]

Andy was definitely getting lost in this conversation because it seemed to be jumping about all over the place. It was definitely one of the stranger conversations she had since enrolling in the school. Honestly she found herself giving Isa a horribly confused look when she started talking about zombies and how they were a big deal here. ”Huh? How are zombies a big deal? Is it because all of a sudden everyone is convinced of a zombie apocalypse or what?” she asked horribly confused as to how that could pertain to anything in the school. She didn’t really know that the people were all dead historians, and she certainly didn’t make the connection with herself because she didn’t think of herself as being raised from the dead. If she was then she would have the same body certainly not a new one that was the wrong gender even. Thus she was horribly confused and looking at Isa like she was slightly insane at the moment being that what she said didn’t exactly make sense to Andy. She supposed the girl was going off some context that she didn’t understand being that she couldn’t be just rambling about zombies for no reason. Well, she did suppose it was a box of zombie arms, but still where she went with it was odd. Was it possible the religious girl liked zombies even if they weren’t exactly all with her religion being mindless creatures and all that just wanted brains. Though she supposed in a way there was the whole Jesus being raised from the dead, but she wasn’t going to get into that.

This day was certainly taking a weird turn, and Andy wasn’t sure if she liked the way it was turning out. Sure, she supposed, it wasn’t exactly bad, but it wasn’t the best day she had at the school that was for sure. For now Isa just seemed like a very strange girl, and she was unsure about where to go with the conversation from here. Though it seemed like Isa was fine with talking to herself for the moment and maybe she decided that her rosary was just not in the auditorium. Did that mean she was going to scuttle off elsewhere now or was she going to look for other boxes of props? As Andy pondered this she was poking through the box of assorted things and fortunately did not come across anything quite as weird as zombie arms or any other zombie part.

Hearing the statement, Andy shrugged a bit. ”Never seemed important, and I’d rather not bother them with it. They might not even know themselves.” she said with a slight sigh. The next statement made her giggle. ”Of all things to steal, I think a rosary would be last on the list, hiding them maybe.” she noted with a raised eyebrow. Then Isa said they had some weird characters around here. Right now, Isa was definitely one of those weird characters. Though, she did notice that there really were quite a few strange people at the school. It was almost as if it was a school just for the weird people to maybe fit in a little more. Or it was possible that they had all just ended up here by chance. Either way there were definitely some strange habits she noticed.

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tag: DANTE/ Isa
words: 600
note: meh
outfit: click

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

Okay, so that plot hadn't worked. The zombies thing fell flat to a point Isa wasn't even expecting if she wasn't catching any fish with the net, it was more like she lost fish. Not that fish, of all creatures, had another to do with zombies. "Nevermind. It's nothing. Just a symbol." Isabella said, closing that stream of the conversation. It still had a possible hook to it, but Isa wasn't going to proceed. She'd let Andy chose to act on that if she wanted, toy with it, or forget it all together. Reactions to failures on her part could be used as recruitment in and of itself, depending on the reaction. Hell, weeding out almost-but-not students, such as Errol, required many failed attempts at code. Errol showed outward signs of being a reincarnate, after all, but he had yet to understand even the simple attempts at RSOR code used in recruitment's.



The only trouble was now she moved into "weird person" territory, and she had to recover from that while still try and test the waters. One fail did not create a normal, nor did one hit create a reincarnate. Her next words, however, would decide the fate of the conversation. "I know, stealing them seems quite pointless." Isabella really never had any issue with them being stolen, or hidden, or anything akin to that. People generally respected her religious streak, and if they didn't, didn't resort to pretty crime to make up for it. "You never know, I guess."

Of course, there was one other thing to address. Now that her rosary delayer was gone, Isabella had to bite the bullet to some extent. It was a gamble, given how the girl was reacting. But...it could work. She threw her typical way of speaking out the window - and channeled her past. "That's funny, though, you're not sure where they're from." Her father had once said when she spoke like that, she had a "French purr" but honestly Joan recoiled at that term. The connotations made her awkward. Nope. It was just...talking. Albeit with a 'sudden' accent. "I could have sworn you were Russian, though who am I to say, I was born in and spent my littlest years in Spain." If that didn't do something, Isabella wasn't sure what would. A Spanish girl with a flawless French accent, talking about how an American girl spoke Russian out of the blue? If Andy didn't start asking questions or something at the least, Isabella wasn't sure what she'd do.

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tagged| Andy / Cal
notes| Go fish. XD