// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Sunjata’s frown tightens a little on his face as he shakes his head. “No, I was lucky to find it when I did.” He admits, which is why it had been so important to hold onto for however long he did – but at least, those he knew that were close enough to him to potentially need it would be ending up with immortality of their own, so the chances of needing it would be less likely. And anyone else close to him (Isla, for instance), had Remi and Ronin to help.
So it seemed like the right thing to do. One right amongst the wrongs.
At Deimos’ sigh, Sunjata slouches back in the chair as well, hand reaching up to run through his unkempt curls, nodding. “Yeah, makes sense.” Because he too would have stressed against it, would have chosen to send the A-Team which… as it turns out would be an impossibility. Something else that flickers in his mind and brings some form of exhaustion to the wrinkles on his face and likely even more greys to add to his already greying hair. “A companion was lost. Alys’ I think. I’m not sure where she is, but given she lives in my region I’ll reach out to her and see how she’s doing. And I can try to see what Melita was doing there, too.” Sunjata might not be a real father these days, but between these recent actions and Flora’s death and revival, he feels all the more worn for it.
Add the dash of too many eyes and teeth onto the plate and you have quite an exhausted man.
“There’s something else, too. Before Zavien reached out to Remi, he mentioned something about Ronin but didn't have a chance to finish it.” Something that was biting at him still for the whole not knowing. “He also said that Dahlia threatened his children if he interfered.. So, for now until we figure out what the fuck that’s all about, I guess it’s just us?” Which was perhaps the strangest comment to ever come from Sunjata to Deimos, amongst all the bullshit shared over the years. And that isn’t lost on him as he lets his steel gaze focus on the Warden’s own. “And now that I’m not infected, I’m going to start actively protecting portions of King’s End.”
So it seemed like the right thing to do. One right amongst the wrongs.
At Deimos’ sigh, Sunjata slouches back in the chair as well, hand reaching up to run through his unkempt curls, nodding. “Yeah, makes sense.” Because he too would have stressed against it, would have chosen to send the A-Team which… as it turns out would be an impossibility. Something else that flickers in his mind and brings some form of exhaustion to the wrinkles on his face and likely even more greys to add to his already greying hair. “A companion was lost. Alys’ I think. I’m not sure where she is, but given she lives in my region I’ll reach out to her and see how she’s doing. And I can try to see what Melita was doing there, too.” Sunjata might not be a real father these days, but between these recent actions and Flora’s death and revival, he feels all the more worn for it.
Add the dash of too many eyes and teeth onto the plate and you have quite an exhausted man.
“There’s something else, too. Before Zavien reached out to Remi, he mentioned something about Ronin but didn't have a chance to finish it.” Something that was biting at him still for the whole not knowing. “He also said that Dahlia threatened his children if he interfered.. So, for now until we figure out what the fuck that’s all about, I guess it’s just us?” Which was perhaps the strangest comment to ever come from Sunjata to Deimos, amongst all the bullshit shared over the years. And that isn’t lost on him as he lets his steel gaze focus on the Warden’s own. “And now that I’m not infected, I’m going to start actively protecting portions of King’s End.”
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.
