[ isaac keeps to his side, tipping his head to get a look at the line running the length of his back. there is no light. ] No... [ he reaches out carefully and settles a hand on one of chuck's shoulder's the pauldron nicked a little, but no worse for the wear. it's seen some shit, he surmises, as most suits do. glancing at the coloring, the markings, the logo on the shoulder, his brows furrow thoughtfully.
there are more of you. but he'll broach it later. ]
No, it's not.
[ this suit looks too cumbersome to walk around in. it's built for more than that. isaac has seen all kinds of suits in his day and age. his own is for extreme combat--the kind where the crowds are rough, the atmosphere is thin. he's seen vintage astronaut suits dating back to who knows when (maybe early 22nd century). soldier suits like carver's--large and menacing, frightening to look at through a civilian lense.
no subject
there are more of you. but he'll broach it later. ]
No, it's not.
[ this suit looks too cumbersome to walk around in. it's built for more than that. isaac has seen all kinds of suits in his day and age. his own is for extreme combat--the kind where the crowds are rough, the atmosphere is thin. he's seen vintage astronaut suits dating back to who knows when (maybe early 22nd century). soldier suits like carver's--large and menacing, frightening to look at through a civilian lense.
no this is a suit for a suit.
and a circuitry suit beneath. ]
You know what part goes in last?
[ we'll start there. ]
Figure since it's yours.