izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2011-12-07 07:36 pm
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33 Apocolypse Ave, Wednesday evening

Keeping in mind what she'd been told at the library, Isabel kept a wary eye out on the way back to Ronan's house.

She didn't notice anyone suspicious and maybe she was just being paranoid, but it seemed like the streets were a little emptier then normal.

Relieved to finally be back in familiar surroundings, Isabel poked around the kitchen and tried to figure out what to make for dinner.

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[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2011-12-08 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
He'd made his choice then.

Isabel took a deep breath and nodded. "Fine. At least eat some dinner first."

[personal profile] blessed_twice 2011-12-08 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
His choice was to go on the offensive rather than wait. Enough people had already vanished. He wasn't going to watch more go.

"Fine," he said. He could wait until morning.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2011-12-08 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Proper tactics called for reconnaissance first. Learning the enemies' weakness so that it could then be exploited when you did finally go on the offensive. But Isabel had only spent six months helping fight a war on another planet. What would she know?

Subdued, she moved about the kitchen for a few minutes before setting two plates of pasta on the table for them. "Here, eat."



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