"I think of my duels like pieces of art as well. Same goes for the spells I use and the destruction they cause. I'm certainly not someone who is afraid of blood either. I can see how somebody would like that shade, I often find myself lost in it's radiant color sometimes." Nemo replied, resting his cheek on his palm.
"Speaking of black though, has anybody ever told you that you have very pretty hair? The color is quite fetching. I especially like your... antenna? It's rather cute." Nemo said, referencing her unique lock of hair which went up or down depending on her emotions. Nemo figured it was probably tied to her electric abilities. The nature of Nemo's compliment was uncertain, on one hand, he could of genuinely wanted to tell her, but on the other, he might just be trying to get a reaction out of her.
"Well I can see why you prefer your sword so much. Those guns are stock. Built in a factory. Reliable? Sure. But far cries from real crafted pieces." Nemo commented, spinning out his pair of opposite colored revolvers and placing them on the table.
"These were modeled after the single action army of the western era. The aethermetals were tough to find on their own, but the grips were especially challenging." Nemo said, picking up the standard sized silver colored one by the barrel. He tapped the glistening white grip of the weapon.
"Do you know what this is? This is a unicorn horn... do you even know how hard it was for me to find a unicorn?" Nemo asked, as if the thought itself was bringing back insanity inducing memories of the task.
"The other was taken from the horn of a European black dragon." He added, putting the weapon down by it's smaller counterpart. The cost of the materials used in the two heavily engraved guns was probably near priceless to some people.
"It would probably take all day to go through my collection of revolvers, so how about something different. Semi-automatics. These are just a couple I have on me right now." Nemo said, spawning multiple guns and putting them on the table in a line. Every gun seemed to be engraved and crafted out of some sort of magic infused material.
"Black Widow Luger, with a custom vintage suppressor. Perfect for tasks that can't be too loud." Nemo pointed to the all black gun. The suppressor seemed to be fitted integrally to avoid lengthening the barrel as much as possible.
"Israeli Desert Eagle, for tasks that need to be loud. Made from the melted down electrum of ancient shekels. Grips constructed from the wood of a native fig tree.""The standard 1911, modeled after the classic first generation. Works in all situations. Silver like aethermetal taken from a Witch Hunter's prized weapon. Mother of pearl grips from a great shen clam."Nemo leaned back.
"Small blades are fun too, they can make the situation more... personal." He placed the Kris military dagger he used before on the table, followed by a gut knife clearly used for skinning, an Italian stiletto switchblade with a kris styled blade and black handle, and finally a large
bowie knife.
"But let's not forget my favorite. The butterfly knife." Nemo finished, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a silver colored all metal balisong. Nemo gently flipped it open, revealing a kris style aethermetal blade. He began idly flipping it around in his hand, fiddling with it to keep himself busy. Now that Nemo was done, he was quite literally surrounded with weapons.
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