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
“Old Gods hm?” He asks, even as she continues, keeping that scarred brow raised ever so slightly. She clearly doesn’t know who he is then if she’s searching through old tomes for information on the gods and part of him wonders if she’s even met them – but he doesn’t get to continue that thought process as she starts to cough. He makes no move to help initially, waiting until she starts to speak again despite the rasp and the wheeze.
When she does, he pushes back from the desk, standing and moving over to the little seating area, grabbing a fresh clean glass from it and returns to her. A wave of his hand brings a pocket of water into the air between them, filling the glass with it before he sets it on the other side of the desk for her. “I imagine most people just go and talk to the gods about it and see what they think, yes?” He poses the question to her. “At least, that’s what I did with Safrin and Frey.” A casual shrug as he takes his seat again and leans back. He never really felt the need to research things of the past, given that the gods were alive and well and approachable to an extent. That, and perhaps being an Outlander has him less caring of the histories from long before now.
When she does, he pushes back from the desk, standing and moving over to the little seating area, grabbing a fresh clean glass from it and returns to her. A wave of his hand brings a pocket of water into the air between them, filling the glass with it before he sets it on the other side of the desk for her. “I imagine most people just go and talk to the gods about it and see what they think, yes?” He poses the question to her. “At least, that’s what I did with Safrin and Frey.” A casual shrug as he takes his seat again and leans back. He never really felt the need to research things of the past, given that the gods were alive and well and approachable to an extent. That, and perhaps being an Outlander has him less caring of the histories from long before now.
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.
