[The sight that greets Jusis is perhaps not a surprise. Blade is wearing a short sleeved shirt, jeans, and work boots. His arms are covered in scars of various sizes and shapes, some from shrapnel, some from other hazards of working near a forge. And of course he's working, the man never stops for anything; he has a pencil in his mouth as he goes over a scroll spread out on his lap. His hair has been swept up into an elegant loop with a little comb to keep it out of the way. The rapier rests against his leg, perfect and gleaming in its sheath.
He only looks up when he hears his name. He tucks the pencil behind his ear and rolls up the plans for some other thing in a hurry.]
Jusis. [He holds the scabbard out for him to take. His left hand, as usual, is bandaged.] Tell me what you think.
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He only looks up when he hears his name. He tucks the pencil behind his ear and rolls up the plans for some other thing in a hurry.]
Jusis. [He holds the scabbard out for him to take. His left hand, as usual, is bandaged.] Tell me what you think.