First Chances

By this point, Isstar was pretty used to this drill. He had been in the islets for a while now, having met various people from his family. Well, family was a loose term at the moment. Sure, he had been accepted as a Rukt'In and had it tagged along with his name by this point, but it would be difficult for him to fully understand what a family exactly was. But, he had already learned a bit. It would be a lie if he said he didn't enjoy the conversation he had.

But there had also been various conversations with islets staff. It was all in the attempt to get Isstar familiar with socialising, to help him mellow out so he could move to the main island. But, he didn't enjoy the conversations with the staff as much as he did with the Rukt'Ins who visited. Probably because he felt they were a bit... forced. Those conversations he met with disinterest, or vague hostility. When asked about this meeting though, Isstar couldn't help but feel interested. It wasn't anyone he was related to, and it wasn't a member of the staff. Instead, it was a student from the school. Someone around Isstar's age. Well, Isstar's mental age.

However, some things wouldn't change. Even though Isstar felt a bit more interest in meeting this student, he still felt impatient. He leaned back in his seat, tapping his foot while he groaned. But if he heard a knock at the door, he would jump up from where he sat. Isstar stood awkwardly for a second, clearing his throat as he realised that he may have been a bit eager. With that, over to the door he goes to open it. Since the meetings with various Rukt'Ins had started, he had been told it was polite to answer the door if someone knocked. "Are you who I'm supposed to be seeing? Well, come in." The young dragon would barely allow the visitor time to answer before he'd move back into the room to sit down with a slump.


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Isstar turned to look at Angelo again, this time he actually took the time to look him over. Upon noticing the offered hand, Isstar would stand with a huff to walk over and shake it. It had been taught to him that it was polite to do that if someone offered a handshake. His grip was loose, and he seemed a little impatient to get greetings over and done with. "Yeah, Isstar... Rukt'In. Angelo is a weird sounding name." There was a pause between his first and last name. Isstar was still unfamiliar having an actual name, plus a last name to go along with it. As for the 'name being weird' comment... Well, the dragon didn't exactly have a filter yet.

Now that he was closer again, he sized Angelo up. In particular, he kept looking at the metallic arm and the metal on Angelo's neck. He had never seen someone with a prosthetic before, so he felt curious about what this strange metal was. Also why this person had them. "So... why have you come to visit me, Angelo? I haven't particularly been told much." There was a rough way to how he spoke, like he had a rude or uncaring tone, but his expressions seemed to show a vague interest.

The young dragon would cross his arms as he observed Angelo. Isstar had no way of knowing that Angelo knew Liun, nor would he know if Angelo would recognise any of the mannerisms that Isstar had. Although he outwardly seemed colder than Liun, how he talked and held himself, even his expressions, were so familiar to Liun. Not to mention that Isstar essentially looked like a younger version of him.

Isstar looked at Angelo carefully in an attempt to get some kind of read on him. It had been something he had been trying to do a bit more ever since he met Quie. She seemed to be able to get such a clear read on Isstar, and he couldn't understand how or why. But, he hadn't quite grasped it was much less she was good at reading people than it was Isstar was terrible are hiding emotions or thoughts. "I see. Well, any name is sounding weird for me, for now. Even my own." Isstar would shrug casually. Even with him officially having a name now, he would have to remind himself of it and consciously make an effort to be able to realise someone would be speaking to him if they said it. "I dunno what mine means. Thiul suggested it and I thought it sounded alright." A fairly simple reason for why he chose his name. He just thought it sounded cool enough.

But for now, Isstar kept his arms crossed, an eyebrow raised as he listened to his explanation. The more Angelo spoke, the more Isstar narrowed his eyes. "Pity, then?" He responded dryly. That would explain the growing irritated look that had appeared on Isstar's face. His pride as a dragon... as an individual, made him immediately bitter at the idea people would just visit him out of pity. He understood that this was all to get him to interact more, but for it to be based on pity from the other end was just something he couldn't exactly agree with.

"Whatever. I'll take it over forced conversations. Only just, though." For a moment, he would glare at Angelo. But, thankfully, there were no signs to indicate he would attack. That would only hinder Isstar's efforts in getting out of the islets. But, even Isstar knew this situation would get awkward if the conversation didn't move on. "So, Angelo. What happened to your arm?" Unfortunately, Isstar didn't know that changing the topic to another possibly sensitive or awkward conversation wasn't the correct path. Once again, he lacked a filter and had a lot of curiosity about things he didn't know about.

Isstar scowled some more as Angelo attempted to explain his being there further. Compassion? To Isstar, it just sounded like another fancy word for pity. Of course, he knew the meaning of the word. But it didn't exactly change the fact that Isstar didn't feel like he was suffering or anything. In the end, he decided not to speak more on that matter and instead just huffed to himself.

Then came the answer to Isstar's question. The moment he saw the arm and metal, Isstar had been curious since he had never seen anything like it. But it wasn't exactly as Isstar expected. So, the metal arm was a replacement for his lost arm? Injuries such as that could be fixed then. Well, Isstar wasn't worried about that since his regeneration meant he could heal lost limbs. Although it would take a while.

He nodded along, a thoughtful look on his face. "So is it robotic or something? I've heard that stuff like that exists, but technology being used for those kinda things don't really make sense to me anyways. Eh, well lots of things are new and weird to me anyway. Curse of being less than 6 months old I guess." Isstar shrugged as he spoke. Being a new living being to this world, he found practically everything to be new to him. Most of that he found to be weird.

Isstar stared as Angelo revealed the circuitry. Although Isstar only had hazy knowledge on technology, especially something like engineering, he could still appreciate the complexity of the arm. In a way, he admired whoever made it. Isstar's in built awareness of technology was basically its use by those who created him. To see it be used in such a way was something he couldn't think of, but he had to appreciate. However, such appreciation also made him want to poke at the exposed wiring. But before he could do anything, Angelo sealed it back up. Isstar's vague disappointment was shown by a slight slump in his shoulders. "So you can feel like a regular hand? That's pretty amazing." There was no mocking or sarcastic tone in his voice, just genuinely impressed.

At being told Angelo hadn't been informed of his situation, Isstar raised an eyebrow. "Really? Nothing? Feels like a dumb thing to do, in my opinion." He didn't bother to hide the slight irritating in his voice. It had felt like it took an eternity to explain his own circumstances to various different people at different points, so Isstar didn't exactly appreciate they didn't at least explain the basics to someone. Although it did make sense, since he had a right to keep that hidden. Isstar just didn't feel the need to, however.

"Younger. I was born on the 30th of January, so between 2... 3, or 4, months old now." There was a bored tone to his voice, like he had explained this quite a few times. "I'm a clone, well it's more accurate to say copy than clone. So I didn't hatch like other dragons, I'm technically not a 'real' Rukt'In but they decided to accept me anyway." He kinda looked away from Angelo as he spoke of being accepted as a Rukt'In. It was something that still confused him, as to why they decided to accept him.