SUNJATA
the flood
It’s much easier to talk about people that Sunjata wasn’t deeply involved with any longer. It was easier still to talk about issues that didn’t have himself as a root cause. And so he finds a small snort leaving him, relaxation smoothing the tension in his shoulders as he nods, a brief flash of a crooked smile crossing his face. “I understand that.” He does much the same. He knows of a few things yet he wouldn’t go out of his way to tell an expert how to do their job.
As for talk of the battlefield and safe havens and refugees, Sunjata’s smile falters slightly when the tone drifts more serious. “Of course.” He agrees swiftly. “Just helping out doesn’t sign you up to partake.” He adds in case it’s needed, a little bit of comfort for Darkeye in case he was worried about getting sucked away into it for helping. “I appreciate it, Darkeye. I will let you know.” Hopefully it would be soon, but it’s hard to say given that it’s winter and the ground is frozen and he still has a variety of people to meet to see if they wish to help.
As for talk of the battlefield and safe havens and refugees, Sunjata’s smile falters slightly when the tone drifts more serious. “Of course.” He agrees swiftly. “Just helping out doesn’t sign you up to partake.” He adds in case it’s needed, a little bit of comfort for Darkeye in case he was worried about getting sucked away into it for helping. “I appreciate it, Darkeye. I will let you know.” Hopefully it would be soon, but it’s hard to say given that it’s winter and the ground is frozen and he still has a variety of people to meet to see if they wish to help.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
