SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
The second the Firecracker lands in the sky port of the Citadel, Sunjata arrives in a smaller shift so as to not worry the citizens. He arrives as his Pegasus form, landing amongst the cold cobblestones and mentally cursing snow and everything that had happened to bring him out here. So many things all at once, ones he hardly had a chance to register in the short amount of time he’d had to be all action.
And he still does, retrieving Zavien’s body from his niece’s boat, bringing him into a space where it was warmer and he could get him healed. Bidding Melita away with promise to talk later, Sunjata’s face is drawn in both concern and frustration, even as he cradles Zavien to the space he can take an assessment of his injuries.
He’s reminded quickly that he isn’t Nate. He isn’t Isla. He isn’t any one of those he’d loved and adored who knew how to heal. But he does have magic and he does have the ability to get him to hang on for the portion of the rest of the trek.
So the Flood cradles Zavien as he walks, a shower of warm rain following him as it douses and washes away the blood lingering on the dragoon’s skin, healing and cleansing. “I’ve just gotta get you somewhere where they know how to heal you better.” He explains to Zavien, unsure if the man could even hear him or respond. At least he’d have an idea if he was listening.
Sunjata is healing Zavien with this;
Magic: Let it Rain | Can cause rain to fall in a 30 ft radius that heals allies while damaging enemies. May be used two times per thread, with a two post cooldown.
Type: Grey | Rank: Upgraded
And he still does, retrieving Zavien’s body from his niece’s boat, bringing him into a space where it was warmer and he could get him healed. Bidding Melita away with promise to talk later, Sunjata’s face is drawn in both concern and frustration, even as he cradles Zavien to the space he can take an assessment of his injuries.
He’s reminded quickly that he isn’t Nate. He isn’t Isla. He isn’t any one of those he’d loved and adored who knew how to heal. But he does have magic and he does have the ability to get him to hang on for the portion of the rest of the trek.
So the Flood cradles Zavien as he walks, a shower of warm rain following him as it douses and washes away the blood lingering on the dragoon’s skin, healing and cleansing. “I’ve just gotta get you somewhere where they know how to heal you better.” He explains to Zavien, unsure if the man could even hear him or respond. At least he’d have an idea if he was listening.
Sunjata is healing Zavien with this;
Magic: Let it Rain | Can cause rain to fall in a 30 ft radius that heals allies while damaging enemies. May be used two times per thread, with a two post cooldown.
Type: Grey | Rank: Upgraded
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
