Isabella Royale
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Isabella had been an exotic dancer when she'd been picked up as high vibe resonating on one of Arthers privately funded magical surveillance satellites that picked up on signals that ordinary humans could not, far above or below the thresholds of normalcy when it came to vibratory resonant fields (the amount of negative ions that protrude from a persons aura, be they weakly inclined in said regard or as the saying goes, amply "packing."
She was flown by helicopter to the Academy when on one fateful night, she was actually accosted by one of her customers and the surveillance satellite immediately sent feedback to the Headmaster and co. Which promptly made an intuitive decision to transport her to greener pastures.
Isabella was no ordinary mortal, even in the pretense of being one, heck, even in the self-undwestanding of being one (which she wasn't).
She went by the name of Isabella Royale. That wasn't her real name as it were, but in a way though, her soul/spirit family had come to accept her in such a fashion, because that was, as they say, her hippie name, and it was enough.
Had she known she'd be leaving them to fly thousands of miles away from home territory, she probably would have said no. Her loyalty knew no bounds and since she’d found her way to working at a five star club, from rock bottom at an orphanage where she’d been dropped off by her high school druggie dropout mother named, to her understanding, Anonymous, she’d found a home at Kriss Bouton, and been accepted by the girls. She knew the regulars, what they liked, their drinks, their professions, heck even their wives. She knew the place inside and out. All Arther’s satellites saw, and what they detected and sent back to headquarters was that this girl Isabella was in a precarious situation living paycheck to paycheck, possibly in a dangerous situation. And one day, she was, and that’s when Arther sent his pilot to swoop in. Arther was no free will Vulcan God. He wasn’t opposed to the tenets of sovereignty and free will, being the ethical being that he is, but there was no urgency to his position, and there was no automatic hands-off pilot mode for autopilot observers (aka dissociators). Once he made his mind up about a person, that was it. He was accelerating their spiritual opportunities and rank and position in life. He wasn't your average empathy reduced zombie nation post apocalyptic savage, that took footage from afar, profited off of the mining of peoples social securities and private data (some of which they "consensually" signed away in the bylines of company policy agreements though it doesn't really count as consent if the client is roped into an arrangement in order to have basic social media accounts by which humans organize their lives, does it? Up for debate clearly). No, human data wasn't the cash friendly mining tokens cash cow to him as it was to big industry. Remember that Arter is one of the richest men in the world, that his name has been metaphorized in order to protect his anonymity and that he is the very man that will one day invent teleportation kiosks, starting with strange molecules, then items, then risking brave human beings.
It was no complex task to simply move Isabella from her high stakes career in downtown Sydney to highbound heaven in the mist marred mountains of the upper crest of his mystery school up in the Himalayas campus. Possibly a sketchy maneuver for other pretenses, but he knew she'd be a match and say yes as soon as he sent his helicopter man to take up the task. It was no hunter to snow white covert black op scenario; he had the pilot hand deliver her an invitational letter along with some photos of the school grounds, with its levitating steel spires and of course, ample evidence that from time to time the school is absconded in mists that make it look like the whole place is floating (a task that Arther hadn't managed of yet; he could levitate students for the process of martial arts but not whole mountain ranges that were bound up to the earth, with complex root systems underneath supporting all the plant and tree life). He had quite a few druids of the school actually protest against the very thought of the possibility when one day during Morning Assembly it was brought up to the processional of students, groggy eyed and recklessly overcompensatint as they were.
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