by Kestrel Mon Dec 24, 2012 1:25 am
Kestrel stared at the sight of Trails and his dog with a look that could only be translated as 'I'm not EVEN going to ask'. The griffon had seen a lot in his day, he'd taken on even more, but this? This could only be chalked up to something Trails would do.
"The people you meet..." Kestrel thought to himself following after the stallion and his improvised wheelchair. Well, that was one way to do things.
Upon entering the room Kestrel gave the armaments on the walls a firm appraisal. Not bad, for a group with few resources that was currently locked in a war with the Enclave. The griffon knew plenty of folks who would have fought anything the wastes would throw at them just to get to this room, or see just one of the weapons on the wall up close.
Kes had his arsenal already however, and so he did not reach for anything that rested on the walls.
His attention was gathered once more when Trails spoke up about something, and called for Kes to wander over to the armor. To say it was impressive was to sell the suit short by a long shot. He'd only ever heard talk of a suit like this, not even the Slaver Officers in Fillydelphia.
The Griffon was methodical in replacing his current armor with the new set, pulling it on slowly, making sure it fit. It was almost as if it had been tailor fit just for him, with only a few places on the chest needing fixing. More surprising was the fact that the heavily reinforced helmet that went along with the armor actually fit.
Sliding it on and adjusting a few things Kestrel activated the EFS systems, and checked the mask feature. When he spoke his typically cool, calm, voice came out more metallic than normal; the sound having been filtered through the speaker systems.
"Aye."