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Isaac relaxed slightly when the odd woman put her knife away, his smile becoming much more natural. [color=fff200]"I s-survived this long I g-guess because I've only been doing this for a few hours?"[/color] he chuckled awkwardly. The young mutant wasn't really sure what to say next. He was never very good at talking to people even growing up and nothing had really changed that.

Then a thought ran through Isaac which made him more excited [color=fff200]"Soo what do mutants do now? I mean I heard stories that they fight like giant plastic robots and lived in this fancy mansion where they learn to be accepted for their powers..."[/color] his smile wavered when he looked around the ruined area returned quickly [color=fff200]"...Obviously, there's no mansion but do we at least fight robots? Or is there like evil super mutants that believe mutants are the new master so we fight them because only through kindness and peace can true unity be achieved or is there like..."[/color] Isaac started babbling on about old TV shows, his eyes filled with hope as the optimism he tried to hide behind resurfaced.

[color=fff200]"...But then Huwie tackled him off the building and the detonator fell"[/color] The young man just finished some long rant about some old comic nobody remembers until he realized [color=fff200]"I don't think I actually got your name"[/color] he smiled [color=fff200]"I'm Isaac, Isaac Keet or just Isaac I guess or maybe Keet since my old friends sometimes called be Parakeet like the bird because I get hyperactive sometimes and but it's only when I get excited but then..."[/color]