// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“It was the accent, and my father’s propaganda.” He explains with a small shrug, keeping his arm around her if for nothing else but to share her warmth amongst the fire and to ward away the chill of LongNight’s long cold fingers surrounding them. “They figured that if I really thought I was going to die, I’d confess. I didn’t know it was a dream until after, but, I didn’t confess – obviously – because I didn’t do anything.” So they’d gone through with it all until they were satisfied enough that Sunjata hadn’t done it.
At least, that’s what he remembers.
Snorting an unamused agreement, he conveniently leaves out much more dire and drastic dramas surrounding the shores of Torchline in favor for trying to pull the conversation back toward Jack. “I have been through quite a bit.” He says with a soft sound of a laugh bubbling from his chest, able to laugh about it now rather than in the moment, he thinks he’s come a long way.
“Yeah.” He admits with a small shrug. “And any issue we had in Torchline after that, Jack was my go to. He knows what goes on that people don’t tell him. You can solve a lot of problems before they become more with him in your pocket.” Which, yes, could be an invasion of space, but could also be really beneficial. “Ascended had the ability to utilize power after drinking from someone, right? So when the Slagveld burned and we didn’t have any direct ideas of who had done it, Jack let Nate use the very same magic on him so he could know what happened that night from Jack’s point of view.” it had been incredibly helpful, but also spurred more drama when the one who had done the deed in the first place was Flora’s own mother and his current girlfriend-basically-wife.
“I will say that he’s not my biggest fan since I left. We had a good thing going between the two of us that I ruined by leaving.” But war and duty had called and had brought him here in King’s End, away from everything else to start his own region, his own new life, leaving the scars of the past behind.
At least, that’s what he remembers.
Snorting an unamused agreement, he conveniently leaves out much more dire and drastic dramas surrounding the shores of Torchline in favor for trying to pull the conversation back toward Jack. “I have been through quite a bit.” He says with a soft sound of a laugh bubbling from his chest, able to laugh about it now rather than in the moment, he thinks he’s come a long way.
“Yeah.” He admits with a small shrug. “And any issue we had in Torchline after that, Jack was my go to. He knows what goes on that people don’t tell him. You can solve a lot of problems before they become more with him in your pocket.” Which, yes, could be an invasion of space, but could also be really beneficial. “Ascended had the ability to utilize power after drinking from someone, right? So when the Slagveld burned and we didn’t have any direct ideas of who had done it, Jack let Nate use the very same magic on him so he could know what happened that night from Jack’s point of view.” it had been incredibly helpful, but also spurred more drama when the one who had done the deed in the first place was Flora’s own mother and his current girlfriend-basically-wife.
“I will say that he’s not my biggest fan since I left. We had a good thing going between the two of us that I ruined by leaving.” But war and duty had called and had brought him here in King’s End, away from everything else to start his own region, his own new life, leaving the scars of the past behind.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
