[Jullus, for his part, hasn't put too much thought into the comparative rarity of gunblades. Admittedly, that's just as much on account of that that he hasn't been in Avalon for more than a couple of months as anything else, but even then it's not really something that matters overmuch to him. He knows his own weapon - and that much is clear from his form, even absent a proper enemy to fight - and what anyone else should choose to wield is only relevant insomuch as it affects how he might need to fight someone wielding it.
Still, the sound of Emet-Selch's familiar squalling catches both his attention and his familiar's; his familiar shrilling in surprise as it skitters around behind his legs even as he turns to look at who happens to be passing by.
Only to frown as he catches sight of Emet-Selch properly. Longer hair or no, he knows that face. Even if it should be one out of the pages of history.]
You can't be...
[And yet... who else would go walking about looking like the founding father of the Empire itself?]
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Still, the sound of Emet-Selch's familiar squalling catches both his attention and his familiar's; his familiar shrilling in surprise as it skitters around behind his legs even as he turns to look at who happens to be passing by.
Only to frown as he catches sight of Emet-Selch properly. Longer hair or no, he knows that face. Even if it should be one out of the pages of history.]
You can't be...
[And yet... who else would go walking about looking like the founding father of the Empire itself?]