"Standing at the foot of the grand staircase, Wrath finished prepping for the meeting with the glymera by drawing a Kevlar vest onto his shoulders. "It's light." "Weight doesn't always do you better," V said as he fired up a hand-rolled and snapped his gold lighter shut. "You sure about that." "When it comes to bulletproof vests, I am." Vishous exhaled, the smoke momentarily shading his face before it floated upward to the ornate ceiling. "But if it'll make you feel better, we can strap a garage door on your chest. Or a car, for that matter." -Wrath & Vishous"