After settling himself in his room, which was definitely more spacious and livable than the dorm style room he had at the Mansion, Garrett found himself walking the halls of his new home. The serenity and peace of the place was magnificent. Even more settling was the idea that all those within believed as he did. He knew that they would have his back whether they liked him or not, something he could never claim with the Mansionites.

He found a set of doors reminiscent of the ones that usually welcomed those to the Sanctuary outside. These were smaller yet much more ornate. He pulled one open and his senses were overwhelmed by the sheer immaculate splendor of the cathedral inside. The room even seemed to be too large to be inside the building. Closing the door behind him, he walked quietly with the reverence one would have for such an obviously sacred place.

Seated in one of the first pews, Garrett simply closed his eyes and listened to the deafening silence of the room. He thought about where he might have been had he come here in the first place, rather than now. The fragility and seemingly chaotic nature of life was as amazing to behold as this place of retreat. He looked out before him to see the large thrones set into the floor at the front of the cathedral. Judging from their various appearances, he guessed that the primary members each had one of their own. He hoped he would have one as well someday.

The Cathedral had rapidly risen to be one of Isabel's favorite places to visit in the Sanctuary once its construction and decoration had been completed. She could spend hours lounging around simply basking in the light from the candles and the stained glass windows, and letting her gaze lazily pass over the various statues, paintings, and carvings that filled the room's interior. Sometimes she lazed in her personal throne at the head of the Cathedral, other times she settled into one of the pews or the deep ledges of the windowsills. And sometimes, much like the current moment, she even sprawled out on the beautifully tiled floor, the coldness of it creeping into her skin where it could reach her, though it didn't bother her any. She lay near the altar on her back, her hands folded under her head, looking perfectly comfortable and content on the hard tiles as her eyes traveled from here to there across the ceiling where lovely wooden beams threaded themselves between dark but beautiful paintings. Syn had outdone herself when it came to decorating. That was probably what had drawn Isabel in and kept hold of her attention when she'd first entered the Cathedral. The art was simply exquisite and she loved even just looking at it.

However, her attention was easily enough diverted from the ceiling down to the center isle as the lovely doors to the Cathedral's entrance thumped shut, the noise echoing through the otherwise empty room. Curiously she took in the sight of the unfamiliar young man that proceeded down the isle and took a seat in one of the pews. One brow quirked, she carefully turned over onto her stomach before proceeding to gather herself up off the floor and stand, absentmindedly brushing off her skirt to rid it of any dust that had collected on the ground from the fair amount of mutants that wandered through. With an air of casualty, she sauntered over to one of the five thrones that were set before the altar, settling herself down in the one that had been claimed as her own, curling her legs up onto the cushioned seat and enjoying the comfortable contrast from where she'd previously lain. "Well, you're a face I haven't seen before," she commented, an almost sly little smirk crossing her features as she did so, not even thinking that she may be intruding upon any intentions the young man may have had for a little privacy in such a place. "Are you new to the Sanctuary, or have I just been too caught up in my own mind to have noticed you before?"

Garrett stared into the light as it filtered through the luxurious stained glass. He found the most amazing feeling here. He felt no remorse for leaving the Mansion, other than the time that had spanned when he could have been getting things done here for the cause that he truly believed in. The Mansion was constantly getting new visitors and guests. They would be fine. He was so comfortable in this place that he felt he could easily lie down on one of the velvet lined pews and sleep.

A commotion of noises came from the altar area, snapping Garrett from his waking slumber. He could see what appeared to be a young girl in an elaborate dress getting up from the floor. He smiled as it appeared that the cathedral had the same relaxing effect on others. He watched as she dusted herself off. She wore a large, oversized bow on her head, finishing the picture of youth and innocence. The problem with the picture was that he had seen her the night before, covered in spines and blood, attacking Luke and Streak. Had he not seen the event with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that she would be capable of such a thing.

He watched as she found one of the five thrones and sat in it. He noticed it was to one side of the main throne, which was undoubtedly Syn's. Who belonged in the other three? One way to find out. "Well, you're a face I haven't seen before." She looked at once comfortable and born for such a throne, her legs propped up lazily. Again, it would be a comical and innocent scene had he not seen her in action. " Hey."

"Are you new to the Sanctuary, or have I just been too caught up in my own mind to have noticed you before?" Garrett stretched and blinked a bit, waking up and being aware. He returned the smirk that she had shot him. " Very new. As in today. My name is Garrett Wills. Some call me Seizure. You may do as you like. I don't know your name, but your face is definitely familiar to me. I saw you at the Mansion, covered in blood and spines. It's quite a difference to see you so calm and reserved now. Who sits in the other thrones there? What is the significance?"

So it turned out that she hadn't been daydreaming more than usual, but that this young man was, in fact, a new resident. It was no wonder she hadn't seen him before their current encounter. She didn't know how long ago in the day he'd arrived at the Sanctuary, but less than a day spent in the building was a good enough excuse for not having bumped into many people, even those than wandered through the corridors as often as she did. A name and alias were given, with permission for her to do as she wished with them. Easily enough she decided she rather liked the codename. It certainly piqued her interest as to why that particular title had been chosen, though she was sure she could make a guess at it.

His next comment, however, quickly erased any thoughts of what his mutation could have been, her expression shifting to match the surprise she felt. Apparently the young man knew her, or at least he recognized her face. How had she not seen him in the battle, then? It had been easy enough to take stock of who had been outside the Mansion and who had been scuffling around her while she'd been having her own fun. So why hadn't she seen this young man? He had to have been outside somewhere to be able to identify her features. "I assume you had a good seat for the show then, Seizure," she said, finally able to rid herself of her slightly dumbfounded expression, an easy smile sliding across her features. "I do hope I didn't maim any of your little friends too badly. Though I can't honestly say I would be sorry if I have. If you ever end up seeing them again, you can tell them Isabel sends her regards and hopes to play again real soon," she continued, a hint of wickedness seeping into her expression as she spoke. If he had been there for the fight, then it was safe enough to assume he was a Mansion resident, or at least was a potential resident. Either way, it seemed as if he'd seen the light and would be making use of better accommodations and superior company.

"The other thrones?" she parroted, her head turning to the side to look at those lined up beside her own. Each were similar to each other, though each also had a few intricate variations to them, making them distinguished enough to tell apart and to give them a more personal feel for those that sat in them. "They belong to my friends," she explained, keeping it simple and truthful enough. "I'm sure that by now you know that we travel together and share a common purpose as a rather powerful group. These seats are reserved for them, for those that have been here longer than the rest and that have made great contributions to our goal." At least, that's what she understood them to be for. She had known the mutants that had claimed those seats for a good amount of time, and she knew just how powerful and dedicated they were to their cause. She respected them greatly and fully believed they deserved such a position at the head of the Cathedral. "Now, back to you. I'm curious. You at least have an inkling of what I'm capable of, but I can only guess at what you can do from your given alias. So tell me, Seizure, what exactly is it that you can do?

He watched her nod and smile, retaining her perfect facade. He cracked it , though, seeing the glimmer of genuine surprise at his mention of the battle at the Mansion. "I assume you had a good seat for the show then, Seizure." It seemed that they preferred Seizure here. It suited him fine. He liked it. It sounded as real and true as any other name. "I do hope I didn't maim any of your little friends too badly. Though I can't honestly say I would be sorry if I have. If you ever end up seeing them again, you can tell them Isabel sends her regards and hopes to play again real soon."

Garrett stood from the pew and regarded the young woman with a look that was both serious and playful, similar to the kind of looks she was giving him. Playing games was always fun when the competition was of a superior quality. " I did indeed have an excellent seat. I saw many things. It probably wasn't as clear as it was to you, being down in it and all. I was mostly saddened that mutants felt the need to fight when we should be rallying, preparing ourselves versus our real enemies, the human race."

He stepped closer to her and sat on the edge of the altar, making the conversation a bit more friendly and intimate. " As far as the Mansion residents, yes, some of them remain my friends. However, should they stand in the way of the progress of the Order and the evolution of our species, then they will be seen as an enemy. I feel that is more the question around here. Not that I blame you." He listened as she explained the thrones and their reason for being there. It wasn't the names he had sought, but it was something.

It probably would be a matter of time before he sat assembled before these thrones with others. New teammates and new relationships. "Now, back to you. I'm curious. You at least have an inkling of what I'm capable of, but I can only guess at what you can do from your given alias. So tell me, Seizure, what exactly is it that you can do?" Garrett bowed his head for a moment and snickered." I suppose I should walk around with a T-shirt that explains my gift. In a nutshell, I can visualize the nervous systems of others and manipulate those systems. The bulk of my ability lies in pain and seizures, but I hope to train to my truest and highest potential amongst you all. Tit for tat? What do you do?"

Isabel contently watched the young man stand, easing back in her seat a bit to shift her position minimally and increase her comfort level. The interior of the Cathedral was nicely heated and had a much softer light than the rest of the Sanctuary had, giving everything an almost dreamy quality, easily relaxing most that came to stay in the room. She quite liked that quality of it. It made everything so much more comforting and allowed her mind to ease away from any previous worries and stress. After the battle yesterday, she had needed to find a place to curl up in and simply unwind. The added company was always a bonus. "You were probably able to see more than I was, if your seat was as good as you claim. It's hard to enjoy the scenery when you're busy trying to do more damage to your opponent than they can do to you. Though I must say, what I did manage to glimpse at times was quite lovely," she commented, smiling pleasantly at the memory. His next comment simply received a small, dismissive wave of her hand. "It is a shame that they can't see where they should be standing when it comes to the humans, but if they insist on trying to lower themselves to the level of the homo sapiens, then I'll treat them no differently than those inferior to them."

As Seizure made his way up to the altar and took a seat at its edge, she couldn't help but grin widely at his statements about the friends he had back at the Mansion. "What a lovely view on things," she commented, very much liking the fact that he'd give up those who would get in their way in order to fight for a better purpose. "Who knows, maybe you can help a few of them see the light so you don't have to turn on them. We do love getting more dedicated members, such as yourself, even if they were former X-Fools. We actually have one of them in our ranks. Geo, he calls himself. They are surprisingly helpful once they're set in the right direction."

Again one brow raised slightly in curiosity as the young man paused to snicker at her inquiry about his mutation, though her friendly smile still remained. It sounded as if she'd not been the only one to seek that information from him during the day. And what information it was. "What an amazing ability," she replied, genuinely impressed by the nutshell explanation of what he could do. "I'm sure a person with your talents will have no problem rising in the ranks and helping us out. I'd love to see your mutation in action sometime, though preferably demonstrated on someone else." She grinned again with the last comment. As fascinating as the mutation sounded, she'd much rather not be subjected to a seizure. "As for me, I'm a bone manipulator. I can control every bone in my body, and those of others to an extent. As you've noted, I tend to use my mutation more for offensive means, though I am also capable of healing bones. My bones are easy, but for now I still need direct contact with the bones of others in order to mess with them." Back and forth, back and forth. Time to go back to Seizure. "My turn. Aside from conflicting views of superiority, what prompted you to leave the Mansion and come here? We couldn't have made a very good impression by attacking a School for the Gifted. Surely there is some other motivating factor?"

There was a peculiar quality about Isabel. Listening to her speak, Garrett tried to narrow down what it was exactly. In the heat of battle, she had been a vicious fighter. She was pleased with the carnage and destruction she visited upon her enemies. Now she was full of tact and smarm. It was a very interesting duality inside this woman. The outfit only exaggerated the schism. He listened to her thoughts on the battle and noted her stern comments about the punishment of those who would stand in her way.

She seemed to be pleased with his own stance on people who stood in the way of progress. In Garrett's mind, the human government was only seeking a reason to pen them up again, though they would have to do it in a manner that swept niceties under the rug and went straight for the throat. He imagined that PR people were already working on the proper spin to rally public support for it. "Who knows, maybe you can help a few of them see the light so you don't have to turn on them. We do love getting more dedicated members, such as yourself, even if they were former X-Fools." X-Fools. Garrett wondered if name calling was really necessary. Judging from the possible psychosis present in the lady before him, he imagined that was a rather light curse for her.

After he explained his gift to her, she seemed more than delighted. She seemed to share the same gleam in her eye that Syn had earlier that day."I'm sure a person with your talents will have no problem rising in the ranks and helping us out. I'd love to see your mutation in action sometime, though preferably demonstrated on someone else." Rising in the ranks sounded like an excellent idea. Garrett had no false expectations about promotion, considering his one day tenure. His plight was not based on his personal ego, anyway. His thoughts were abbreviated by the young lady's description of her own mutation.

"My turn. Aside from conflicting views of superiority, what prompted you to leave the Mansion and come here? We couldn't have made a very good impression by attacking a School for the Gifted. Surely there is some other motivating factor?" She certainly didn't dally much, which he appreciated. " I think it is more in the lack of action over there. They seem to train mutants to harness their gifts and then give them no purpose. Mutants and humans are to be treated equally? I have seen very little to convince me that they are little more than a martial training camp. I would prefer to operate from a camp that follows my own beliefs. By the way, what is your name?"

Lazily Isabel let her chin drop into her palm as she propped her elbow up on the arm of her throne, watching the young man seated before her with rapt attention, simply soaking in his appearance and words. The offered explanation of why he'd left was less dramatic than she had imagined, the initial statement concerning the Mansion's poor excuse of good activity. She could understand that. The only thing the X-Goodies ever really did was move in to defend against attacks on behalf of the mongrels they claimed to protect. Really, they were lucky and organization such as the Order was around. If it weren't for them causing problems for the humans, the Mansionites would have little to nothing to do with their time. She had noted that most of the residents in the school tended to talk a big game, but were sorely lacking when it came to backing themselves up. Now, Isabel did her fair share of mocking when it came to playing with the little X-Nerds, but she at least had something to show for it. It was truly a waste for those living at the Mansion to be using their gifts the way they did. So many more constructive uses could be applied, if only they saw how wrong they really were.

When Seizure threw out the label of Camp, an uneasy chord struck somewhere inside her, though save for the brief faltering of her easy smile, she showed very little of that sudden wave of discomfort. He had a point, of course, but she still harbored a great deal of mixed and aggressive emotions when it came to talk of Camps. Her experiences there were still fresh enough in her mind, and she'd rather allow the conversation to veer off in another direction. "Well, here you'll certainly find a good number of mutants that fall in with your line of thought, Seizure. We're all fairly like-mined around here, which is probably one reason why we work so well together. I'm sure you'll meet a lot less friction during your stay here than you may have while you resided at the Mansion," she commented, eagerly allowing her mind to stray from less pleasant thoughts. "As for my name, it's Isabel. I don't have any other aliases that I answer to, though I'm sure there are plenty of less than kind names floating around behind me, mostly from the human population. Turns out that they don't like it very much when I toy with their law enforcement officers. If only they'd learn to stay out of my way, maybe more of them would still be in possession of their pathetic lives." And again turning the conversation back on her current company, she continued on to inquire, "And what exactly are your thoughts on the humans? Thus far I can gather that you at least think we are superior to them. What do you think should be done with them? We can't exactly get rid of them all. At least, probably not in our lifetimes. Do you have any more creative ideas on what could be done in the meantime?"

Her countenance relaxed and sublime, the young lady seemed to enjoy talking to him. Her attention was rapt and alert while she maintained this laissez-faire attitude. The difference between this person and the bone creature, covered in blood and loving it, was quite stark. All was well, though Garrett noticed that when he used the word 'camp', it had a visual reaction on her otherwise serene face. He understood the feelings when it came to the registration camps. He knew well. It seemed those among him now would also sympathize and understand the true danger of humanity.

"Well, here you'll certainly find a good number of mutants that fall in with your line of thought, Seizure. We're all fairly like-minded around here, which is probably one reason why we work so well together. I'm sure you'll meet a lot less friction during your stay here than you may have while you resided at the Mansion." It was if she could read his mind. He didn't know that she couldn't, but it was more than likely the truth in her words. The future was definitely brightening."As for my name, it's Isabel. I don't have any other aliases that I answer to, though I'm sure there are plenty of less than kind names floating around behind me, mostly from the human population. Turns out that they don't like it very much when I toy with their law enforcement officers. If only they'd learn to stay out of my way, maybe more of them would still be in possession of their pathetic lives."

Garrett could see that Isabel definitely had several axes to grind. He wondered what it was that kept her so uneasy. She may not have shown it, but her words and actions definitely pointed to a greater amount of activity beneath the surface than she let on to."And what exactly are your thoughts on the humans? Thus far I can gather that you at least think we are superior to them. What do you think should be done with them? We can't exactly get rid of them all. At least, probably not in our lifetimes. Do you have any more creative ideas on what could be done in the meantime?" More questions. He knew more were coming. He was surprised and relieved to see more of an open ended question this time.

He seemed to pause and think on it a moment, the silence of the cathedral seeming to wait for his answer as eagerly as Isabel did. "Honestly? I'd like to round them up and torture them as they did to myself and others. Realistically, I believe it is more important to meet them in a manner they both can understand and one where they don't have the easy route of lynch mob mentality to escape to. I believe we should ensure that our species has the law on our side, so the camps cannot occur again. This is a small step , but an important one. We must infiltrate their world and defeat them from the inside. Otherwise, we are always going to remain the monster in the closet, easily dismissed and dispatched."

Isabel's easy smile gradually widened into a pleased grin as Seizure answered her last set of questions, the near empty Cathedral echoing his harsh words as if mimicking its approval of his opinions. She couldn't have asked for a better plan of action. This young man was certainly not one to fit into the Mansionites' mold. He'd made a much better choice in deciding to move to the Sanctuary. Those in the Order would not try and squash such creative thinking, nor would they try to bend and twist him into someone he was not. She also didn't miss the little bit about Seizure including himself in the mention of torture. Had he had the misfortune to end up in the Camps as well? Or perhaps it was something else? Either way, it seemed as if, like her, he had some sort of personal vendetta against the human race. She liked that. Actions taken against the humans were so much sweeter when a personal thread of hatred was interwoven in those actions. She knew from experience.

"You, my friend, have a lovely mind." Isabel said with a slight sigh, her grin still firmly in place as mental images of his ideas flashed through her mind, as if imagining them would somehow will them into existence. "You will indeed be a great asset to our cause. I'm sure Syn would be delighted to hear any of your ideas. Unfortunately for some circumstances, I'm more one for action rather than for giving things a lot of thought and discussion. One with your brains would be very beneficial for those like me. Though, that's not to say you're not also a man of action. I don't know for sure." A good mind and a truly wonderful sounding mutation. It looked as if the Order had really struck gold in having this young man defect to the Sanctuary. She could only wonder at what had taken so long for a mutant of Seizure's mindset to decide to get away from those that he did not really belong with. She could understand that perhaps the friendships had anchored him down, but such things could only hold so long before they were too strained to salvage without some kind of change. Fortunately for almost everyone in this situation, things had changed for the young man before her, and it was certainly for the better. "What would you have us do from the inside, my dear Seizure? A slow corruption, or a sudden strike? You've caught my interest. I want to get a little further into that mind of yours."

"You, my friend, have a lovely mind." To this, Seizure smiled and made a slight nod of the head in recognition of what he believed to be his greatest asset. He smiled in Isabel's direction, equally pleased with her presence. He felt that with time, the two could become both an effective duo and excellent friends.You will indeed be a great asset to our cause. I'm sure Syn would be delighted to hear any of your ideas. Unfortunately for some circumstances, I'm more one for action rather than for giving things a lot of thought and discussion. One with your brains would be very beneficial for those like me. Though, that's not to say you're not also a man of action. I don't know for sure." He stood and rubbed at his chin as he regarded Isabel, eyeing her intently.

"I do appreciate your compliments. However, don't sell yourself short. From your words, I must assume you have been here for some time. You have not only survived these trying times, but seem to have flourished. I , myself, have no problem with action. I just insist on tactics and strategy, since I do not have a built in armor casing like you." He didn't want to overstep his bounds. He smiled again.

"What would you have us do from the inside, my dear Seizure? A slow corruption, or a sudden strike? You've caught my interest. I want to get a little further into that mind of yours." Seizure nodded again. She was actually very interested in his ideas. He knew that the mere mention of similar ideology at the Mansion would get him a stern talking to. What a joke. Returning his mind to the woman in front of him, he still found fault in her words.

" It isn't corruption, sister. It's the natural way of things. There is no reason to look at our plight in any light but what it is. Survival of the fittest. Evolution in all of its glorious splendor. I believe the first step should be about our profile. It is much too high. For instance, if you enjoy killing cops, don't let me stop you. However, it should all be done out of sight and without a trace. We need to dip beneath the public's perception so that, as cattle, they change their direction to the next shiny object. We should advertise for the Sanctuary, but stop letting humans stay. It should be the city's only mutant shelter. This will define us in the scope of the City while providing us with a steady stream of new blood."

His pulse was quickened, the sweat from the fire within sweltering him. " You'll have to forgive me. I tend to get rather..animated when it comes to the cause."

Casually Isabel shifted the position of her chin in her palm so her gaze could still follow Seizure as he stood, quirking an eyebrow almost curiously at the intensity with which he gazed at her. She was not made uncomfortable by such a look, but was instead more intrigued about what it was that went on in the young man's mind. She couldn't help but give a light hearted little chuckle at his mention of her armor casing and his lack of such a thing. It was true, and it was something she had to remind herself of a little more often. She had such confidence in the abilities of her comrades, she sometimes failed to acknowledge the fact that not everyone could withstand some of the blows that she could. Though, it was never any problem for her to note just how much more fragile the bodies of her playmates were in comparison to her own. "Your insistence on strategies and tactics will no doubt be a better thing among some of the stronger-willed mutants among us, myself included. I like to have things my own way, which means I don't always like to listen to what I'm being told to do. Having someone just as stubbornly set on planning as I am on action couldn't hurt. Sometimes I need a good shove to get me headed in the right direction."

Apparently she had misunderstood those directions he intended for them to move in, her thoughts of corruption easily severed shortly after they began. Though, she couldn't exactly complain about such a thing. His ideas were still very good, still things she had not given enough of her own mind to. Though she was a little disappointed to hear that he didn't agree with her methods of using her free time. "Keeping the humans out of here shouldn't be too hard to do by now. We've still got some skulking around in here, but most seem to have gotten a little wary of coming here since the Camp Raid. Some people are a little unnerved about living with a killer as well, even if she was declared innocent. Whatever little media coverage we get tends to get blown out of proportion in very short time, especially where a good portion of the Order is involved. They don't know about us yet, but they know at least some of us live here. The humans are easily swayed by fear when they don't understand something. A declaration being made concerning this place becoming mutant only would be expected at some point. I'm only surprised it hasn't come sooner." Isabel always had to behave around the humans that clung stubbornly to their lives at the Sanctuary. She had to be a good girl and keep up a welcoming facade whenever she was forced to interact with them. She was getting tired of it.

However, he still wanted her to stop playing with her favorite toys. At least out in the open. Now where was the fun of it if she couldn't cause a bit of a scene? Well, fine then. But, she'd find a way to get around it. "Huh. If you really think I should stop playing with New York's Finest and making a scene, then I suppose I could try to stop going out of my way to antagonize them," she replied, giving a bit of a resigned sigh. "But, I make no promises if they go out of their way to get into mine. If they want a fight, I won't disappoint them." Stubborn. That's what it came right down to. She liked things to go in such a way that she would benefit from it, and would have a good amount of freedom. There was still that lack of a good shove in the right direction, and as such she'd still fight against any gentle nudges. "Oh, no need to apologize, Seizure," she commented, noting the subtle changes in his appearance after his small speech was over. "That animation just shows how truly interested you are in all of this. It's a good thing. We certainly do love those that have such strong feelings for what we believe in. You would make a marvelous spokesman for our cause. You're far more convincing than I and my actions are." A small grin was given. She didn't exactly send the best message to those around her, though she enjoyed what she did none the less. Someone who was a bit better with words would be better fit for helping people to see what they were about. "Any other ideas up in that head of your as to what you'd have us do? What do you want to accomplish while you're with us?"

Choosing to return to the pew, now that he felt truly comfortable in the situation, Garrett listened to Isabel as she seemed to open up to him more. Now he felt as if they could have more of a conversation rather than a mere interview."Your insistence on strategies and tactics will no doubt be a better thing among some of the stronger-willed mutants among us, myself included. I like to have things my own way, which means I don't always like to listen to what I'm being told to do. Having someone just as stubbornly set on planning as I am on action couldn't hurt. Sometimes I need a good shove to get me headed in the right direction." He was glad to hear that she wasn't opposed to change or having someone help her to do so. He returned the chuckle over the armor casing comment.

After his explanation of what he thought the Order should do, he could see that more thinking was going on in Isabel's head. He didn't think her dim, not even slightly. It seemed more that she was bred on instinct and impulse. Restraint would be required to bring her into focus.It seemed like the idea of clearing the humans out of the Sanctuary would be a go. He just had to prepare some kind of statement, which he would run by Syn first, of course.

Garrett was most pleased once he listened to Isabel talk of changing her behaviors. Right there, right then. It gave him a bit of confidence to know that he could instill inspiration in others, especially one so ferocious."But, I make no promises if they go out of their way to get into mine. If they want a fight, I won't disappoint them."Lost briefly in thought, he answered off the cuff." Of course, that's perfectly understandable." His body was cooling and drying now, with his little sermon done with. As usual, Isabel's view was one of serenity.

That animation just shows how truly interested you are in all of this. It's a good thing. We certainly do love those that have such strong feelings for what we believe in. You would make a marvelous spokesman for our cause. You're far more convincing than I and my actions are.Any other ideas up in that head of yours as to what you'd have us do? What do you want to accomplish while you're with us?" A spokesman. He couldn't have come up with a better term himself. " Well, the idea would be to take things slow. Start from the source. Kick all the humans out, establish an office and a legitimate front office to hide the proceeds of the Order. I know Lisa must do a bang up job, but having a face to speak to outside of these walls will increase our profile in a positive way. I'll see if I can't get a proposal together and present it to you and Syn and whoever else runs things here."

" As far as my personal goals, I would like to see my mutation harnessed to its full potential. I would like to get some form of lasting revenge on the doctors that used me in the Medical section of the Camps. I would like to see the Order become a prominent mutant rights organization, while its true motives remained invisible beneath the surface.Hmm..I already feel quite comfortable, but I look forward to making this my home and feeling like a family. Perhaps the Addams or Manson family, but family all the same. Heh. That should do for now. Oh, actually becoming a full member of your organization wouldn't hurt as well." He thought it might be seen as pre-emptive, but hey, it never hurt to ask.

Easily Isabel's gaze followed Seizure as he returned to his original seat in one of the pews. Her pleased smile emerged once more at his approval to her revised method of playing with her favorite toys. She didn't miss the slightly distracted tone in his voice, as if his thoughts were instead somewhere else. However, he had allowed it none the less, and she would keep that agreement in mind. Syn didn't mind her playing with her humans, and Seizure had his limitations, but would ultimately allow it in certain circumstances. She could win either way. In adhering to what the newest Sanctuary member wanted of her, she hoped she'd be helping out the Sanctuary and those living there, the Order in particular. She cared very deeply for them, and she didn't always think of what was best for her home when she got involved in her own particular brand of fun. It was so easy for her to get carried away, especially if others were involved to egg her on. Bacchus was one that immediately came to mind. He was one big bundle of trouble, and could very possibly make her efforts harder than they would already be. But, if these plans were to be set into action, she wanted to be a part of the Sanctuary's and Order's success.

When he began speaking again, she leaned forward in her seat, pulling her legs up into the the cushioned throne to sit cross-legged, both elbows propping up on either arm of the chain in order to keep her chin resting on her interlocking fingers. Again, she liked his ideas. They all made sense, and they all concerned getting the Order and the Sanctuary into a better position with everyone. "Yes, I think Syn would be very interested in hearing your ideas. I know she wants to get the Order some recognition by going public somehow, though I'm not sure when or with what methods," she replied, giving a little shrug. Alright, so that was a small lie. She knew Syn wanted to out the Order using the Haywire virus. The plans and tools were at her disposal. No one else could get to the Haywire virus before she wanted them to. Seizure's idea of keeping the Order a secret while they did their work was a good idea, yes, but the impulsive side of Isabel that had been nurtured far longer than the logical side much preferred Syn's mode of action. Should Syn say otherwise, then she'd be restricted in her actions. It was not the same if someone else tried to boss her about. Perhaps some kind of compromise could be reached? She did hope there'd be some sort of public revelation of the Order at some point. Playing hide and seek with the media was all well and good, but once they were known she'd be granted a bit more freedom to do as she pleased. That was a thought that always appealed to her.

As Seizure continued on to answer her last question about what he hoped to accomplish, she continued to listen with much interest, her head rocking to one side as if she were regarding him curiously. "Mutation growth is quite common around her. I myself want to further explore my abilities and figure out if I'm already at my limit, or if I have some more possibilities open to me," she replied, her head bobbing a little bit as she spoke since she hadn't bothered to lift her chin away from her hands. "As for revenge, that is something I know all to well. While I tend to end up breaking all of my toys beyond repair, and killing them is a permanent solution, if you want a lasting effect, maiming them will work just as well. There's someone out there that's managed to walk away from me several times now. A cop. I think I stabbed one of his lungs out. It's absolutely delightful seeing him trying to run and breathe properly at the same time. The wheezing really adds a nice touch to the panicked look he gets when he thinks he's going to lose." And once again her grin was back. Rupert was the only human that had effectively restrained her against her will in years. He had put her through a lot of trouble, and as such she held some shred of respect for him amidst her hatred. "And as for you getting into the Order, I don't think you'll meet with too much resistance on that one. You seem like good enough material for us. I'll vouch for you if it would help. It would be wonderful to have someone of your brains and talent joining in our fun, and I'd like to see you in action, as it sounds like it would be quite the sight to behold." As if having an after thought, she continued on, "Now I'm just wondering why it took so long for you to come to the Sanctuary. You have such wonderful visions and ideas concerning the human problem and the Order's progress. Surely the Mansion couldn't have nurtured such thoughts. How'd you end up living there in the first place?