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The Beach, after classes

After Hunting, Isabel headed down to the beach to meet up with Peter as they'd ~~handwavily~~ discussed. Dropping the bag of Nerf balls and the blanket she'd brought with her onto the sand, she headed towards the water's edge, enjoying the smell of salt in the warmer air. There was probably a few more weeks of cold weather to get through, but the warmer temperatures today were a nice change after the storms of last week.

	Kivar walked through the streets of Fandom enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. He'd almost forgotten what it was like to enjoy the outdoors like this. And if he was stopped, that would be his reason for being in town after his speaking engagement at the school. No one needed to know he had an ulterior motive.
	Despite being worried about Lucas and what they planned for tomorrow, the change in weather had Isabel in an extremely cheerful mood. She tossed a few shells back into the water, then walked back up the beach, waving her hand and causing several mini-tornadoes to whirl across the sand.
	The smell of salt and the sound of waves lured him to the beach. Kivar gazed out over the water and then smiled, teeth bared, when he realized just who was there with him. "Impressive," he called out.
	Isabel turned, dropping her hand and letting the sand collapse back on the beach. "I didn't realize anyone was watching," she said warily, not recognizing the stranger.
	"How could I not? A beautiful, powerful woman," Kivar smiled, his eyes dark. "You're everything I thought you would be."
	The hairs on the back of Isabel's neck stood up. There was something about him, something familiar. "Who are you?" she asked. "I don't know you. How do you know me?"
	He stepped closer, brushing her hair back off her face. "You might not remember me but Vilandra does."
	"Vilandra's dead," Isabel said flatly, stepping away. She didn't understand how or why he was there, but she knew who he was. "She was foolish and naive and you killed her, Kivar."
	"But here you are," Kivar replied, following her. "Just as beautiful. Come with me. Be my queen. You're meant for so much more then this."
	She shivered and closed her eyes, lost in a flood of images. Kivar kissing her, the two of them walking along the water's edge under a red moon, "What have you done to me?"
	"Nothing," he whispered in her ear. "Vilandra remembers. Vilandra wants to come home."
	"Vilandra can go to hell," Isabel hissed, shoving him away. "This is my home. And if you're smart, you'll leave now."
	Kivar nodded. "I'll go. But this isn't over...Isabel," he said, his voice dripping with scorn. "There's going to be a time when I won't be so agreeable. What will you do then?" He stepped towards her, stopping as Isabel raised her hand.
	"Go," she said, prepared to send him flying if he came another step closer.
	Eyes dark and shadowed, Kivar studied her for a long moment, debating taking her with him by force. Finally he turned and held out his hand over the sand. There was a flash of light then something similar to a portal opened, sending showers of light onto the sand. "Remember me," he said as he stepped into the light. "Because I will never forget you."
	Isabel blinked as the portal flashed once more then disappeared. Letting out the breath she'd been holding, she dropped her hand then sank to the sand.

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repeterpetrelli is locked. Otherwise the beach is open for all your beach needs.]

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Peter showed up just in time to see Isabel sink to the ground. He immediately forgot about his excitement over working on his power and instead rushed to her side.

"Isabel, are you okay? What happened?"

Isabel shook her head and rubbed her eyes, wondering if she'd imagined it all. "You saw him right? There was someone here?" Because if Peter hadn't seen him, it meant someone was messing with her head again.

"I saw this flash," Peter said. He looked around. "Nothing like it here now though."

"But you did see something. That's what matters. I thought I was imagining it for a moment," she explained. "And that would have meant my evil dupe was in town looking to get her ass kicked.."

"It looked like a door," Peter offered. "I'd say it reminded me out of something out of a scifi movie, but then I remember I'm talking to an alien."

Isabel gave a short laugh. "You wouldn't be wrong. It was pretty scifi. Apparently they don't need ships to travel from Antar to Earth any longer."

"Oh, yeah," Peter said, mock-playing at having known that all the time. "Spaceships are so 18th century."

"Exactly," she nodded. "It's all about the wormholes now. And great. My life just became an episode of Wormhole X-treme."

"Could've been worse?" Peter said. "Could've been Bitterwoman?"

"You know? You do have a point," Isabel laughed, relaxing finally. "At least if the team shows up, the Colonel is kind of cute."

"So are you ready to have some fun? Well at least I hope it'll be fun?"

"Only if you're sure you're okay," Peter said. "We can wait if you need."

"I'm okay. Just surprised mostly. I never expected to see him here." Reaching out, Isabel grabbed the blanket and pulled it over. "This is a good distraction. Want to play Tic-Tac-Toe?"

Peter looked confused but sat down. "Okay?"

"Watch." Using her finger as a pencil, Isabel drew a board by drawing bright pink lines on the navy blanket. "You can go first."

Peter blinked with surprise. "You can do that? We can do that?"

"I told you I had more tricks to show you," she grinned. "I can change things on a molecular level. Color, temperature, ketchup to mustard. It's all a matter of visualizing it and thinking it through."

"Wow." Peter shook his head in amazement. "Okay, I've got to try this. Tell me what to do?"

"Just focus on the blanket and imagine using your finger as a pencil," Isabel said, sitting back and watching. "Anything under it should change to whatever color you pick."

"Okay," Peter said. He did as Isabel told him. When he felt like he was ready, he drew a green X in the center square.

"You did it!" she cheered. "Congratulations." Reaching out, Isabel drew a blue O to the right of Peter's X.

"This is incredible," Peter said. He drew an X above her O. "This is like something out of a dream."

"Or a science fiction movie?" Isabel chuckled, drawing an O and blocking his win.

"Now you're being silly," Peter teased. He drew an X to the right of her O.

"And that's not allowed?" she asked sadly. Funny how the next O Isabel placed on the board just happened to block Peter's Xs.

"I will have you know this is a very serious game of tic tac toe," Peter said. He pointed a finger at her. "It's a matter of life or death or..."

Peter trailed off, suddenly wondering if he could move the game elsewhere. He concentrated and tried to use his pointing finger to draw a bright blue X on Isabel's jeans.

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