You don't get through training as a shadowhunter not having studied various mythology...even if it's not all strictly applicable. Banshees aren't a sort of downworlder that Izzy has experience with, but she can't say with complete certainty that they don't exist back home. What's more important, though, is that the redhead who she has a few things in common with...the one to give her advice on dealing with 'Friend Computer' is a banshee. Izzy doesn't have a problem with it, in the least. What is confusing is the fact that the other woman doesn't understand how her powers work.
The images have all sort of streamlined into a loop now with one thing leaning into the next... Lydia telling someone that she doesn't know hot it works, mixed with her speaking to a record player, and with the various times she screamed mixed in. Izzy didn't just watch these things, though. It was visceral. She felt the other woman's frustration, resistance, and the struggle with what she was and how to actually use it in a way that could help her friends. And the uncontrollable and overwhelming urge, need to scream at times. Pus, the friend that she lost. When Izzy first wakes up it's startling and even bordering on suffocating....being pressed in on by someone elses' memories having hit her while she slept.
Izzy's really good at putting up a good front, so she doesn't miss any beats; she puts her orange jumpsuit and makes herself look as presentable as she can with what she's currently got to work with (braiding her hair carefully into something she considers at least semi-pretty) and then she's off toward commisary. Still. Lydia's on her mind, and Izzy can't help the sympathy she feels for the other woman. As a Lightwood she was trained by Hodge and others to be sure that she understood not only how to fight, and what she was physically capable of, but how to utilize the runes that nephilim are capable of. Lydia, though, didn't have that and it reminds her of her friend Clary, which only makes her miss home a little more than usual, despite the plans she's made here to try and better the place.....because who knows how long she's stuck here.
The familiar orange level is a welcome sight that can distract her from banshees, friends, and thinking more than she really needs to this morning. "Morgana!" Izzy calls out before speeding up to catch up with the other, taller woman, her smile in place. "Morning...or is it?" The petite woman corrects herself, right brow quirking upward curiously, taking in the general...lip worried between her teeth and going out on a limb after the night that she had.
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You don't get through training as a shadowhunter not having studied various mythology...even if it's not all strictly applicable. Banshees aren't a sort of downworlder that Izzy has experience with, but she can't say with complete certainty that they don't exist back home. What's more important, though, is that the redhead who she has a few things in common with...the one to give her advice on dealing with 'Friend Computer' is a banshee. Izzy doesn't have a problem with it, in the least. What is confusing is the fact that the other woman doesn't understand how her powers work.
The images have all sort of streamlined into a loop now with one thing leaning into the next... Lydia telling someone that she doesn't know hot it works, mixed with her speaking to a record player, and with the various times she screamed mixed in. Izzy didn't just watch these things, though. It was visceral. She felt the other woman's frustration, resistance, and the struggle with what she was and how to actually use it in a way that could help her friends. And the uncontrollable and overwhelming urge, need to scream at times. Pus, the friend that she lost. When Izzy first wakes up it's startling and even bordering on suffocating....being pressed in on by someone elses' memories having hit her while she slept.
Izzy's really good at putting up a good front, so she doesn't miss any beats; she puts her orange jumpsuit and makes herself look as presentable as she can with what she's currently got to work with (braiding her hair carefully into something she considers at least semi-pretty) and then she's off toward commisary. Still. Lydia's on her mind, and Izzy can't help the sympathy she feels for the other woman. As a Lightwood she was trained by Hodge and others to be sure that she understood not only how to fight, and what she was physically capable of, but how to utilize the runes that nephilim are capable of. Lydia, though, didn't have that and it reminds her of her friend Clary, which only makes her miss home a little more than usual, despite the plans she's made here to try and better the place.....because who knows how long she's stuck here.
The familiar orange level is a welcome sight that can distract her from banshees, friends, and thinking more than she really needs to this morning. "Morgana!" Izzy calls out before speeding up to catch up with the other, taller woman, her smile in place. "Morning...or is it?" The petite woman corrects herself, right brow quirking upward curiously, taking in the general...lip worried between her teeth and going out on a limb after the night that she had.