Dorm lobby, Saturday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

There were still all manner of dangerous creatures around the island, intent on hurting and maiming and, in some cases, eating those who usually inhabited this fair little town. So naturally, Isabelle had been out doing what she did best: hunting. And also seeing if any particularly dumb Fandomites needed help, but mostly hunting. She'd pretty much been born to stalk the streets in rune-marked black leather gear, killing monsters left and right.

But she still looked a bit paler than usual when she got back to the dorms. She'd exhausted the glow and power of her seraph blades, and her whip was covered in various kinds of monstrous gunk that was going to be annoying to wash off.

She flopped down on one of the couches in the lobby to inspect her weapons and her gear. She wouldn't admit it, but she really needed this situation to get resolved soon.

[ooc: Open lobby, open post.]