SuNJATA
the flood
It’s one of the rare few excursions these days where the Flood brings along his companion – but without the Greatwood harboring the void anymore, the only thing he needs to watch out for is the creatures infected by it roaming about. And having mostly kept his attention on ensuring he arrived to the Undercroft, a space the Flood had never been before, he finds himself taking in the décor before Petronella’s diving through it in search for her friends.
Helpless but to follow her, the Flood finds Melita shortly after, flashing her a small smile despite his ragged appearance, settling into the seat across from her and eyeing the large bag. His own sits beside him, the bag of holding a go to item lately for all the things it can hold despite being so small in size. “Yeah, something like that.” He says, his smile flashing for a moment toward a wince before he puffs out a sigh through his cheeks. “I figure you heard from the broadcast?”
Helpless but to follow her, the Flood finds Melita shortly after, flashing her a small smile despite his ragged appearance, settling into the seat across from her and eyeing the large bag. His own sits beside him, the bag of holding a go to item lately for all the things it can hold despite being so small in size. “Yeah, something like that.” He says, his smile flashing for a moment toward a wince before he puffs out a sigh through his cheeks. “I figure you heard from the broadcast?”
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
