The Final Countdown

[vaudevil]

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.

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[misplacedxsheath]

Margulis wore no armor when he walked into the apartment, but the saber hanging at each of his sides and the scar running from his hairline to just under his mouth marked him as a warrior all the same. He was silent as he glanced about the room, noting that it obviously hadn't been lived in much before settling on the only other person there.

"Well, I suppose it was too much to hope for that I would have my living quarters to myself. I hope you don't intend to be too disruptive."