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The Salle, Saturday Morning

Alec was used to this, and more than that, he couldn't actually say that being turned into a girl for a couple of days struck him as all that important. It didn't change his plans for the day. It didn't even change what he wore, even though he had an outfit left over from last year that he could have worn if he wanted to. He didn't, though; in a way, he was lucky that his sister's figure didn't really necessitate extra... garments that he didn't want to bother with.

And that was officially a thought that Alec never wanted to have again.

So somewhere around the time that the sun came up, Alec just went downstairs and went right to work whaling on the training dummies, and there he stayed for quite a while. Same as always.

[[SP warning!]]

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Well, that was a sight that gave Isabelle pause for a moment, when she came down to get her own bit of training in.

But she got over it quickly enough to quip, "Oh, I'm already here."

Alec got in another hit or two with the staff he was using before he turned to face her and exhaled. "Hi, Izzy."

So, you know, just in case she'd been wondering whether or not it was definitely her brother wearing her face today, the nickname was some kind of evidence.

"Didn't mean to steal your look," he added with a rare flash of wry humor.

"Oh, you still haven't," Isabelle replied as she made her way into the salle proper instead of just hovering by the door. "You're just borrowing the baseline for it."

Alec cracked a smile. "Right."

Because he definitely hadn't bothered making himself look the way Izzy normally looked. That was too much work and not at all in his skill set.

"You know, last time this happened, Sparkle made sure I looked presentable," he noted. Yes, he was now comfortably dropping the 's' word. "There were heels involved. You probably would have approved."

Isabelle clucked her tongue. "You don't know how to walk in heels," she pointed out. "Therefore you shouldn't wear them. It's a skill."

She had no particular reaction to the dreaded S word. She listened to the radio. That Sparkle was okay to mention again didn't surprise her.

"I'd like to think that having the grace to walk an inch or two off the ground is something all Nephilim are able to do."

Then explain your own clumsiness, Alec.

"Oh, brother, you'd like to think a lot of things," Isabelle replied as she came closer. Actually, yeah, this was really weird, even if she wasn't showing it. It was like seeing and hearing herself, except everything was a little off. "I wasn't talking about 'an inch or two', anyway."

Check the username.

"Please, those are barely heels."

It wasn't as weird for Alec; wearing his own clothes, he didn't have to be conscious of the fact that he looked like Isabelle every second, except for the fact that his voice didn't sound right.

"Oh." Right. "Well, me wearing those would have tarnished your reputation, I'd think."

Because he definitely would fall down.

"In all the wrong ways."

She didn't have much regard for her reputation, but gaining one for not being graceful? Yeah, no thank you.

"How are you doing, other than that?"

"Fine," Alec said. He couldn't think of too many things to complain about, anyway. "Apart from the new girl who's been insisting I teach her to fence. As though I'm qualified to tutor a mundane."

He was just qualified to be a grouch.

"What about you?"

"I meant how are you doing with looking like me, but I think that about covered it too." Since he wasn't immediately complaining about it when prompted. "Wait, who's trying to make you teach them to fence?"

Eh. He wasn't jumping for joy about it, but he'd live. It just meant he wasn't going to try any archery this weekend, since he'd learned last year that it only threw off his balance and form when he tried holding a bow while having breasts.

"I never actually got her name," Alec admitted. Consistently forgetting to listen to radio as he did. "She's very... peppy. Brunette. Hispanic, I think. She came by the weapons store one day and wanted a grappling hook and fencing lessons."

One day someone was going to tell Alec that it wasn't very nice to complain about his classmates innocently trying to socialize with him. One day.

It probably wasn't going to come from Isabelle. Her socialization rules were skewed in their own way.

She shrugged. "Doesn't sound like anyone I know." Ahaha. As if you knew anyone, Izzy. "How very forward of her."

"Yes." Or, you know, she was just asking for help and Alec was a huge antisocial weirdo. He sighed. "What about you? Have you met any new kids?"

"Well, obviously my new fake sibling." Seriously, Alec, pay some attention to the radio. "And one or two others. No one to really leave too much of an impression."

Harsh.

The daily radio broadcast was during his training time! Also, there was a very real chance that he didn't know what to do to get access to the podcast. Or how to use a radio.

"I didn't know you had a new assigned sibling," Alec said. "What're they like?"

Oh, Alec.

"He's an ass." Which was probably still more kind than how Chuck would've described her, she was sure. "But he's attractive and more than half-decent at violence."

"Another Downworlder?" Alec guessed, mostly from the latter description.

"Judging by a bullheaded insistence on not believing in all things Shadow World, I'd say no."

Just a hunch.

"Oh, one of those." Alec sympathized. "Well, this place won't be a fun awakening."

Isabelle shrugged.

"He'll learn. Everyone does."

She just didn't consider it really her job to force him into acceptance and understanding.

"Yeah." Well, everyone who stuck around, anyway, which was almost the same thing. "But you said he was good at violence. What was he fighting?"

"Me."

Duh.

Of course she said that all casually, too.

"Oh, Isabelle."

Yeah, deal with the stern Alec expression on your own face, Izzy. Deal with that.

"Eww, my face should never look like that."

Seriously. No.

"He was being an ass and he needed a lesson, so I gave it to him. He was not happy about it, either."

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