SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
Nodding to the Sword, the Flood puffs out a little breath of a sigh. “Probably so.” He agrees, wondering for a moment how many things have changed for the White Knight now that he wasn’t one of Safrin’s pawns anymore. It’s a thought he keeps comfortably to himself and blessedly alone with the way Petronella is focused on the treat between her webbed paws.He does lean in a little to let his gaze follow the charcoal and the paper, reading them off mentally as Deimos writes them, a scarred brow lifting curiously. “Shit.” He says before he takes another sip of the beer. “Might be useful for us all to get together to try and pool resources.” Considering it for a moment, Sunjata’s quite literally just trying to play the part. The void didn’t bother him, not like the others, but he realizes enough to try and keep the peace between it all.
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.
