// welcome to paradise //
If there’s relief that Sunjata feels as Koa takes the lie, it doesn’t show. And he’s eternally grateful for him not putting the pieces together of any prior convictions the Flood has made in the past. (Not that he chose to be Infected, of course, he was simply trying to test the Refuge and actually be helpful).
Steel eyes focus on the Dragoon as his scarred brow lifts. The other man’s moves are cautious, like closing in on a wild animal, and Sunjata can’t quite fathom what he thinks he can accomplish by it. Call it arrogance, call it pride, but Sunjata wasn’t really in the mood for getting ferried away right now.
That and he knows of the hot springs. Yet discomfort grows in his gut in regards to the idea of visiting. He notices the fidgeting and if he were less of an anxious person himself he might figure out that it’s the source, but alas, he’s oblivious to it — figuring it’s some kind of tic the Stormbreaker had.
“I’m kind of in the middle of something.” He says a touch hesitantly, his lightning scarred hand lifting to gesture to the town around them. “And seeing as I feel fine I think it could prolly wait until I’m finished here, don’t you think?” His accented voice drags out the words as he crosses his arms across his chest, waiting to see what hand the Dragoon chooses to play.
Steel eyes focus on the Dragoon as his scarred brow lifts. The other man’s moves are cautious, like closing in on a wild animal, and Sunjata can’t quite fathom what he thinks he can accomplish by it. Call it arrogance, call it pride, but Sunjata wasn’t really in the mood for getting ferried away right now.
That and he knows of the hot springs. Yet discomfort grows in his gut in regards to the idea of visiting. He notices the fidgeting and if he were less of an anxious person himself he might figure out that it’s the source, but alas, he’s oblivious to it — figuring it’s some kind of tic the Stormbreaker had.
“I’m kind of in the middle of something.” He says a touch hesitantly, his lightning scarred hand lifting to gesture to the town around them. “And seeing as I feel fine I think it could prolly wait until I’m finished here, don’t you think?” His accented voice drags out the words as he crosses his arms across his chest, waiting to see what hand the Dragoon chooses to play.
the flood
// where me and you can always hide //
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.
