SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
Looking upon Remi was with the same kind of knowing ease that he’d held when he looked at Ronin when they’d talked about the Slagveld. It’s easier, knowing Remi’s face wasn’t going to be split into subsets of eyes of varying sizes and teeth protruding from cheekbones and skin melting from one’s temple.
Such is, that when Remi flashes him the smile, Sunjata finds it in him to offer one back. He shakes his head a little, the wind blown curls bouncing with the movement as he glances out toward the ocean. “Feels like the only thing I can talk about these days.” Nose wrinkling, Sunjata shrugs, before he puffs out a warm breath and frowns in regards to Everest and Isla. “Did she say she would?” He asks in regards to Isla, the care evident in the panic pulse through the attuned bond he tamps down on immediately after it’s shot over.
His steel gaze is shadowed and cloudy as he runs through varying options of how to get Isla away from Everest until they can heal him when mention of Ronin has his brows pinching, until it’s left on a cliffhanger for the next statement. The muscles feather in his jaw and he raises a scarred brow — not envying Remi in being able to receive those kinds of messages, but nodding all the same. “Oh. Uh. The infected Tundra?” He assumes as much, jaw setting tight before he thinks about it a little deeper shortly after. “Wait, can you ask who else is.. er, was with him?” Wondering what ragtag group decided to take on the infected portion of Halo.
Such is, that when Remi flashes him the smile, Sunjata finds it in him to offer one back. He shakes his head a little, the wind blown curls bouncing with the movement as he glances out toward the ocean. “Feels like the only thing I can talk about these days.” Nose wrinkling, Sunjata shrugs, before he puffs out a warm breath and frowns in regards to Everest and Isla. “Did she say she would?” He asks in regards to Isla, the care evident in the panic pulse through the attuned bond he tamps down on immediately after it’s shot over.
His steel gaze is shadowed and cloudy as he runs through varying options of how to get Isla away from Everest until they can heal him when mention of Ronin has his brows pinching, until it’s left on a cliffhanger for the next statement. The muscles feather in his jaw and he raises a scarred brow — not envying Remi in being able to receive those kinds of messages, but nodding all the same. “Oh. Uh. The infected Tundra?” He assumes as much, jaw setting tight before he thinks about it a little deeper shortly after. “Wait, can you ask who else is.. er, was with him?” Wondering what ragtag group decided to take on the infected portion of Halo.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
