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exsiliumlogs2012-11-02 02:45 pm
vaudevil) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-11-02 02:45 pm
The Final Countdown
Date & Time: Afternoon of the 2nd.
Location: Unit 904
Characters: Lee Chaolan, Margulis, and Isaac Clarke
Summary: Three badass men gathered in the same room can create some interesting conversations.
Warnings: Loads of sarcasm, language, a bit of small talk about weapons and women, and some other mischief that could happen along the way.
Lee entered the suite wearing complete camouflage, armor that had seen better days and a rapier which looked out of place.
He grinned and strolled on through the room as if he was accustomed to dystopia. Otherwise refined and polished, he didn't seem all that bothered by his surroundings. He removed his helmet first. He shook his silver hair free with a deep exhale. "I will be pleased when the day comes that I can return to better days. Alas, the appearances that my work is never done is a constant no matter the reality."
His contact covered eyes scanned the room and took the middle room. With his helmet in hand, he lightly traced a gloved finger over the table and placed the helmet down. "Housekeeping can use a bit of work. No matter. It's a minor issue."
His hands moved to unbuckle the chest plate and spine guard. The metal snap clips needed strong hands to depress the sides to slide the male end away. Three of them held the whole thing in place. He shrugged out of the heavy thing and it landed on the floor with a graceless thud. Lee flinched slightly. He had forgotten how heavy it was. "Heavens." He bent down to pick it up and set it aside next to the couch until he could find a better place for the shielding. The same went with his gloves, rapier, utility belt, and grieves.
He sat on the couch with a heavy sigh of relief. At least he caught the tail end of the war this time.
Location: Unit 904
Characters: Lee Chaolan, Margulis, and Isaac Clarke
Summary: Three badass men gathered in the same room can create some interesting conversations.
Warnings: Loads of sarcasm, language, a bit of small talk about weapons and women, and some other mischief that could happen along the way.
Lee entered the suite wearing complete camouflage, armor that had seen better days and a rapier which looked out of place.
He grinned and strolled on through the room as if he was accustomed to dystopia. Otherwise refined and polished, he didn't seem all that bothered by his surroundings. He removed his helmet first. He shook his silver hair free with a deep exhale. "I will be pleased when the day comes that I can return to better days. Alas, the appearances that my work is never done is a constant no matter the reality."
His contact covered eyes scanned the room and took the middle room. With his helmet in hand, he lightly traced a gloved finger over the table and placed the helmet down. "Housekeeping can use a bit of work. No matter. It's a minor issue."
His hands moved to unbuckle the chest plate and spine guard. The metal snap clips needed strong hands to depress the sides to slide the male end away. Three of them held the whole thing in place. He shrugged out of the heavy thing and it landed on the floor with a graceless thud. Lee flinched slightly. He had forgotten how heavy it was. "Heavens." He bent down to pick it up and set it aside next to the couch until he could find a better place for the shielding. The same went with his gloves, rapier, utility belt, and grieves.
He sat on the couch with a heavy sigh of relief. At least he caught the tail end of the war this time.
Figures I'd forget to track this after I tagged in, wow self.
"Well, good to know I'm in the right place. I guess that does make us roommates." Isaac gave the two a brief nod, though he wasn't entirely sure what to make of the zeal of the man with... silver hair? Maybe it was more that it was such a stark contrast to the other man that threw him off.
"I'm Isaac Clarke. Just arrived here."
Oh well.
"Margulis. I'm a new arrival as well."
This is a lovely disaster. <3
Of course for Lee, if it means being the one to keep the peace, he'll feel right at home. Between his entire adoptive family and himself, he was used to the drama.
Yes. Yes it is. 8D
"We're all new, huh? And here I was thinking I could get a bit more insight on this place." There was a lapse, but only for a second before Isaac added almost sheepishly. "No offense."
Good thing nobody thought nothing could go wrong, huh?
"Then use the network. So far, I've managed to establish through it that the United Earth is indeed hostile toward the entirety of this island and that we arrived quickly after a bombing and attempt to destroy the pitiful population here with monstrous creatures."
LOL Oh, never! :D Murphey's Law lives here.
"None taken. As Margulis had stated, the network has a wealth of information, although I don't entirely trust all of what the individuals say completely. There is a bit of misinterpretation and malnourished truth sprinkled no matter where we go. I suggest being careful what to trust and what to take as truth.
As far as the event that had occurred, that is very real." Lee said as he crossed the room with a thoughtful expression. "Best not to lend a hand so readily without a good gauge first. I shall do just that."
LOL Good times are abound.
"A bombing?" He'd seen evidence of the monsters, so there was no need to question that. "Sounds like we missed a party."
He didn't sound too disappointed though.