// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Allies, he supposes, change over time. And now that he isn’t infected, Sunjata’s willing to do what he can to help prevent this current disaster from getting worse. So, when Deimos obliges and lets him come in, the Flood steps in and does – in fact – take one of the seats in front of the well worn desk of the Warden, gaze glancing around briefly before they fall on Deimos when his voice reaches him.
The comment is enough to surprise him, first and foremost, and Sunjata can’t help the snort that leaves him and the flicker of light like lightning through his scars as he reaches up to rub at his temple. “It was kind of a one time thing. I used a revivify feather I’d held onto for a while, but it was my only one.” His jaw works for a moment before he focuses on the Sword with a little more seriousness. “I was with Remi when Zavien reached out to him. I had the feather on me and got here as quick as I could. He's at the infirmary now. Do you know happened? Or.. How?” He asks, wondering if Deimos had any say in it, or if he was even consulted before the shit show went down.
The comment is enough to surprise him, first and foremost, and Sunjata can’t help the snort that leaves him and the flicker of light like lightning through his scars as he reaches up to rub at his temple. “It was kind of a one time thing. I used a revivify feather I’d held onto for a while, but it was my only one.” His jaw works for a moment before he focuses on the Sword with a little more seriousness. “I was with Remi when Zavien reached out to him. I had the feather on me and got here as quick as I could. He's at the infirmary now. Do you know happened? Or.. How?” He asks, wondering if Deimos had any say in it, or if he was even consulted before the shit show went down.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
