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The (un?)merry month of May
🧙 WHO: Jullus and whoever!
⚔️️ WHAT: Assorted DitL-style things + May event prompts
🕒 WHEN: The latter half of May
🗺️ WHERE: various, see prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS: none atm
{i, closed to housemates}
[For all that Jullus is, by this point, at least used to the idea of having found himself in another world, there are still times when it feels ... odd to be living in a house full of other people. A house that might have found itself down at least one member recently, but even so it's... strange. Both for the fact that the idea of having genuine privacy is still a little novel and for the fact that the last time he'd shared a house with anyone previously it had been his own family.
(He might be reasonably certain the people he currently shares a house with aren't going to share his family's fate. But the thought is harder to shake for certain.)
Still, he makes an effort to offer a polite nod to anyone he should happen to pass by even if he is often not the most inclined to initiate conversation beyond that. And if the room he has happened to choose as his is kept military-neat, well. Surely he can't be blamed for that.]
{ii, OTA}
[Absent anything else to do - he has not yet made any significant effort to find a more permanent job, and is not entirely thrilled at the idea of taking on quests - Jullus can mostly be found training. With his gunblade more than anything. While he is well aware of the fact that he's meant to have some - and has no significant problem with magic either - he's not entirely sure what he's meant to do with it. Especially when his gunblade has been more than enough before.
And so he can be found making well-practiced swings at imagined enemies, while his familiar hops back and forth behind him.]
{iii, OTA}
[Though Jullus has no particular interest in - or familiarity with - the Fisher King and so opts to not go on the search for him, even he isn't blind to the change that takes over Camelot in the days that follow. It's not a surprise, perhaps. Even he knows that an absence of any direct authority in a region often has disastrous effects. But neither is he particularly inclined to simply sit by and watch as criminals and ne'er-do-wells suddenly make their presence known across Camelot.
A gunblade might be poor protection against curses. But he's willing to make the attempt and when he spots a shady figure coming down the street he turns to whoever happens to be nearby, hand falling to the hilt of his gunblade.]
Go. I'll hold them here.
[He will... probably manage to not inflict any serious injuries on the criminals in question. But he's certainly not above it seem like it might be the case otherwise.]
⚔️️ WHAT: Assorted DitL-style things + May event prompts
🕒 WHEN: The latter half of May
🗺️ WHERE: various, see prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS: none atm
{i, closed to housemates}
[For all that Jullus is, by this point, at least used to the idea of having found himself in another world, there are still times when it feels ... odd to be living in a house full of other people. A house that might have found itself down at least one member recently, but even so it's... strange. Both for the fact that the idea of having genuine privacy is still a little novel and for the fact that the last time he'd shared a house with anyone previously it had been his own family.
(He might be reasonably certain the people he currently shares a house with aren't going to share his family's fate. But the thought is harder to shake for certain.)
Still, he makes an effort to offer a polite nod to anyone he should happen to pass by even if he is often not the most inclined to initiate conversation beyond that. And if the room he has happened to choose as his is kept military-neat, well. Surely he can't be blamed for that.]
{ii, OTA}
[Absent anything else to do - he has not yet made any significant effort to find a more permanent job, and is not entirely thrilled at the idea of taking on quests - Jullus can mostly be found training. With his gunblade more than anything. While he is well aware of the fact that he's meant to have some - and has no significant problem with magic either - he's not entirely sure what he's meant to do with it. Especially when his gunblade has been more than enough before.
And so he can be found making well-practiced swings at imagined enemies, while his familiar hops back and forth behind him.]
{iii, OTA}
[Though Jullus has no particular interest in - or familiarity with - the Fisher King and so opts to not go on the search for him, even he isn't blind to the change that takes over Camelot in the days that follow. It's not a surprise, perhaps. Even he knows that an absence of any direct authority in a region often has disastrous effects. But neither is he particularly inclined to simply sit by and watch as criminals and ne'er-do-wells suddenly make their presence known across Camelot.
A gunblade might be poor protection against curses. But he's willing to make the attempt and when he spots a shady figure coming down the street he turns to whoever happens to be nearby, hand falling to the hilt of his gunblade.]
Go. I'll hold them here.
[He will... probably manage to not inflict any serious injuries on the criminals in question. But he's certainly not above it seem like it might be the case otherwise.]
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Yes. With the Ist, until its... dissolution.
[It's the most accurate way to describe it - or at least, the most accurate way that doesn't mean having to speak of Lord Quintus' fate. But it's still not entirely easy for him to say, either, and he's not exactly the best at hiding his emotions.]
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Loyal to Varis, then.
[ Or would be, if his grandson weren't dead. He reflects on that fact with some melancholy before shaking it aside. This boy has no idea of the true face of the Empire and he is reluctant to explain the complicated history of his actions. ]
Well, you need not treat me as your emperor here. I'm quite done with that business. What is your name?
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It's easier, for one.]
Jullus pyr Norbanus.
[He knows that, functionally, the Empire is dead and there's likely not any need to keep using his title. But old habits die hard, and it's been enough a part of who he is that it's not easy to put it down just yet.]
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He gestures at their gunblade. ]
Would you like a sparring partner?
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But that pales in the wake of the offer that follows. It's not surprising, or not as much as it could be (he knows the first Emperor of Garlemald was a soldier too), but it's still not something that he would have expected either. And yet... he knows very well that there are hardly any other people who happen to be familiar with gunblades in Avalon, and for all that the offer is unexpected he knows, too, that he'd be all the more a fool for saying no.]
If you're offering.
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Nyx, if you would be so kind?
[ The little gwiber squalls, turns around and hops into a dark portal. While he waits, he performs a few stretches to warm himself up. A short time later, Nyx returns with a gunblade in her mouth, which Emet-Selch bends down to take with a word of thanks. Straightening, he takes a few short strides to position himself and adopts a ready stance: one familiar to anyone with even passing familiarity to Garlean sword arts. ]
You may attack first.