no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
A noncommittal hum is heard, the fact that it had been a recent one that had caused the landscape of Torchline to shift ever so slightly – not as much as the war had changed it, but that’s neither here nor there. Regardless, he’s far more interested in the fact Danta speaks of the volcano like it’s nothing out of the ordinary, that it was small now given that comparison. He wonders idly just how old the Ancient is. “Maybe one day.” Sunjata rumbles, shrugging a shoulder ever so slightly as to not jostle him.
“I’ll be here.” He offers, even if he doesn’t know if he will be – the effect lost on him the second he’d shown up and the volcano hadn’t blown. Perhaps it wasn’t worth it after all, waiting for chance. Still, the weight of Danta and the heat from the volcano is enough to lull him into his exhaustion further, matching the Ancient’s own exhaustion as the seconds wage on, and before he knows it, he's succumbed to sleep.
“I’ll be here.” He offers, even if he doesn’t know if he will be – the effect lost on him the second he’d shown up and the volcano hadn’t blown. Perhaps it wasn’t worth it after all, waiting for chance. Still, the weight of Danta and the heat from the volcano is enough to lull him into his exhaustion further, matching the Ancient’s own exhaustion as the seconds wage on, and before he knows it, he's succumbed to sleep.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
