Isaac was absolutely hopeless, there was no doubt about it. If his constant disappearances hadn't told the other's that already, then the boy would consider writing it on his forehead for all of them to see.
'Don't count on this guy.' The words would probably say, 'He burnt his hands because he's an idiot.' To his credit, it hadn't been as bad as he made it up to seem. For once his lack of ability helped him, and his fingers would most likely survive the electric shock that he had accidentally attacked them with.
Just once, Isaac wanted, just once for him to try to use his stupid power without it blowing up in his face. It's only been a few days, The boy thought, looking up at the treetops as he walked through the forest, Not even a week had passed. Obviously I'm not-
The ringing of the bell interrupted his thoughts.
Time to go.
As he trudged over the grass, Isaac realized that he still wasn't used to this all new place. It was completely different from his home, it was... peaceful. Nothing was trying to kill him. There was nothing to fear or hide from.
It was nice.
Not only that, but there were people here with him.
In a way, he felt a bit more like the kid who worked beside his father in the machine shop, and less like the young man who decided it would be best to work alone. This... place, seemed to bring out the better in him. It made the weight on his shoulders feel just a little bit lighter.
Of course, feeling better didn't mean he truly felt any connections to these other people around him. Three days wasn't a lot of time to figure out how everyone else worked, what they did, who they were. He knew their names but no so much their faces, he knew a bit of what they were like but feared at the same time that he didn't. Second guessing himself was a problem that Isaac seemed to be struggling with.
What happened to his younger self? The one who got along with everyone and didn't care about anything? It seemed that as soon as he had aged up more and more, he lost touch with the version of him that he liked most.
Now, while people were still grand and the young man was still just as much of a chatterbox, even his jokes seemed to be slipping away.
Being a child was much more fun.
Fort Feathermount was the place that Isaac and the others were staying. It was large in size, amazing in detail, and magnificent in every way possible. Being raised literally in a small spaced garage, nearly anything bigger than a cramped room was like a mansion to him, but even good ol' Feathermount was seriously impressive, and Isaac was actually starting to like it.
Already he could see that a small group of the others were gathering. Not wanting to be the odd one out, Isaac made his way over to him and quickly tried to catch up on the conversation.
". . . In fact, did you all sleep well?" A lady Isaac recognized as Piper asked before continuing to ramble out herbal medicines.
"Iā¦ am talking too much." She said afterwards, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Headaches? Sleeping? Isaac's brows furrowed. Automatically, his thoughts drifted to nightmares, but so far he hadn't been having any of those, luckily. Disturbing dreams, maybe, but nothing that made him wake up feeling unnerved.
Isaac opened his mouth to make a comment, but shut it again once he realized that it would have been stupid to be talking about nightmares.
Listening would do just fine for the time being.