i'm pure at heart, it repels the dirt

Isabelle had come back to chaos. Jace had run off somewhere leaving only a note behind, the Clave was actually considering surrendering to Valentine, and Luke and Clary's mother – who had shown up in Alicante unexpected (and revealed to them that Jace wasn't her son with Valentine, but rather Sebastian was) – were trying to forge an alliance between the Shadowhunters and the Downworlders to keep the Clave from caving. It took Clary coming up with a whole new rune to get the Clave on their side. Downworlders and Shadowhunters were getting paired up with runes that made them almost like parabatai. They were going to fight.

Except Isabelle, and the other Shadowhunters who were under eighteen years old. That did not sit well with her. After the few days she'd spent in Fandom, she needed to be a part of the action. Somehow. She needed to try and get her revenge and do her part.

And then she'd seen the little toy Shadowhunter in her bag.

( GDI Sebastian. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Taken with tweaks from City of Glass. Warning for violence and blood and gore.]

A normal human wouldn't have made the trip over from New York to Fandom just yet. But Isabelle wasn't normal, and she was stubborn. And it had been early this morning when she'd come to in the infirmary at the Institute. Really, practically still Monday night. And as far as she was concerned, she'd felt remarkably better once she'd heard everyone was fine. Well, most of everyone. The Inquisitor wasn't, but Isabelle couldn't say she was wholly heartbroken about that. Other Shadowhunters had lost their lives to Valentine's demons as well, but not as many as might've.

As for Valentine? Well, his ship had blown up, and they'd found no trace of him after that. It wasn't the most reassuring of endings to the battle, but for now, they'd take it.

And here was Isabelle, already back in her room on Fandom, examining her throat in the mirror. There was some slight scarring, but that too would fade. It already looked like it was weeks, maybe months since she'd been burned. Soon enough it would be all gone.

She was still going to need to rest.

[ooc: Open post, cracked open door.]