“[say]Oh I know.[/say]” Sunjata murmurs, “[say]how could I have forgotten when my clothes stuck to the chair?[/say]” He drawls, amusement flickering in his gaze. He tries his best to bring the mood up, trying to make it seem less dour, which is tough given the realities of the war situation. In fact, as Neron straightens up and explains, Sunjata stands and slips out of the bar chair, moving around to the other side of the bar to meet the Ascended halfway, conveniently plopping himself into the chair and stealing it from Neron.
There’s a hum of a laugh and a shrug as he nods. “[say]Of course I’m sure. Did you forget that I’m kind of the Ascended juicebox?[/say]” He raises a brow. “[say]And I suppose, if you wanted to make it fun, we could always use the room.[/say]” He has those cuffs he carries with him on the off chance of needing a quick escape.
There’s a hum of a laugh and a shrug as he nods. “[say]Of course I’m sure. Did you forget that I’m kind of the Ascended juicebox?[/say]” He raises a brow. “[say]And I suppose, if you wanted to make it fun, we could always use the room.[/say]” He has those cuffs he carries with him on the off chance of needing a quick escape.
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.