SUNJATA
i'm the lights out, i'm the guard down
the bated breath you take, you take and hold
the bated breath you take, you take and hold
The one place he can count on it being quiet is the Atheneum. Not only that but it certainly gives some amount of relief from the Longheat sun. And when it comes to the Flood, there’s nothing that soothes his increasing stress like mindlessly going through book after book. For what? Nothing in particular.
Some things are things he deems important enough to make note of, others he simply ignores the rest of everything that’s going on in favor for reading the strange or silly story written into the books. It’s mostly lore, a historical recollection with some truth and some not, but it whittles away the time and eases the stress of the impending war and just how under-prepared the Hollowed Ground is.
He’s sequestered in the back of the Atheneum, at a table, dressed in the usual pants and boots, but a short sleeve shirt graces his torso in place of the usual sleeveless kind. Hunched over the edge of the desk with the book flat in front of him and a pad of paper and a writing utensil to scratch his little notes in, content to continue until it gets dark.
Some things are things he deems important enough to make note of, others he simply ignores the rest of everything that’s going on in favor for reading the strange or silly story written into the books. It’s mostly lore, a historical recollection with some truth and some not, but it whittles away the time and eases the stress of the impending war and just how under-prepared the Hollowed Ground is.
He’s sequestered in the back of the Atheneum, at a table, dressed in the usual pants and boots, but a short sleeve shirt graces his torso in place of the usual sleeveless kind. Hunched over the edge of the desk with the book flat in front of him and a pad of paper and a writing utensil to scratch his little notes in, content to continue until it gets dark.
i'm the shade of doubt, i'm the mask and shroud
i'm the burning out, i'm the lie you tell, the lie you tell yourself
i'm the burning out, i'm the lie you tell, the lie you tell yourself
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.
