[For once, Isaac gotten out of the metal contraption that is his usual suit, and in the standard Tranquility uniform. For one of the older people here, he doesn't look to be suffering too much in the strength department. He's stretching a bit before he plans to sit down, an eye trained to catch flickers on the edge of his vision looking over the other spectators and combatants. He didn't say a word, hoping not to attract too much attention to how he was moving.
Of course, the metal joints fused to his back displaying a segmented blue light along his spine might draw a few eyes more than he was expecting. His jumpsuit had even been configured for it.
Despite his own personal opinions on whether it was a tool or a weapon, he made sure to set aside his own sidearm of choice along with the others.
It'd be nice punching something that isn't aiming to kill him.]
Isaac Clarke | may 1 - may 7 | action or prose
Of course, the metal joints fused to his back displaying a segmented blue light along his spine might draw a few eyes more than he was expecting. His jumpsuit had even been configured for it.
Despite his own personal opinions on whether it was a tool or a weapon, he made sure to set aside his own sidearm of choice along with the others.
It'd be nice punching something that isn't aiming to kill him.]