SUNJATA
the flood
i still miss you. there's no goin' home,
there's no goin' home with a name like mine.
there's no goin' home with a name like mine.
Has he been scouting for a spot to move to? One that he can use as an offer for Nate when Nate’s done doing whatever it is Nate’s doing? Absolutely he has been. The trip to Stormbreak was over, Sunjata spending his days between packing up the house in Torchline and figuring out where the fuck they’re going to go. And that’s when he feels it, that tingling feeling. He hasn’t seen the notices yet, but he would once he returns. For now, though, the tingling is enough to draw the macaw’s attention, enough to have him slip through the sky away from the Boondocks in search of the source.
And once there? Mist coats everything when he lands and shifts back, spying the food and options laid out, wondering who the hell had put it there, before he spies a crown of glitter with Remi’s name on it. And he just has to assume it’s something close to divine intervention.
Especially with how Remi’s already there, paired with Ronin, and Sunjata’s trudging in through the side of the event offering a nod to Ronin should he be seen, rounding the end of a table and keeps his distance, watching as the Lullaby steps forth to claim his crown in all it’s glimmering glory. From his peripheral he spies the way he partially shifts, unable to grab the crown, but Sunjata’s far too distracted to care much about it when it comes to the plate of food nearby – stepping forward and reaching out to grab a bite to pop into his mouth, before he steps back and folds his starry sleeved arms across his chest and waits to see who else arrives before he decides what to do.
And once there? Mist coats everything when he lands and shifts back, spying the food and options laid out, wondering who the hell had put it there, before he spies a crown of glitter with Remi’s name on it. And he just has to assume it’s something close to divine intervention.
Especially with how Remi’s already there, paired with Ronin, and Sunjata’s trudging in through the side of the event offering a nod to Ronin should he be seen, rounding the end of a table and keeps his distance, watching as the Lullaby steps forth to claim his crown in all it’s glimmering glory. From his peripheral he spies the way he partially shifts, unable to grab the crown, but Sunjata’s far too distracted to care much about it when it comes to the plate of food nearby – stepping forward and reaching out to grab a bite to pop into his mouth, before he steps back and folds his starry sleeved arms across his chest and waits to see who else arrives before he decides what to do.
i still dream of you, but everyone knows
yeah everyone knows. if you can, let it go
yeah everyone knows. if you can, let it go
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
