SuNJATA
the flood
He arrives last, though not for the fact of not knowing where he was going – just trying to parse between everything that’s happened and currently still happening that seems to be nonstop since the sun rose. Heaving a small sigh as he steps through the entrance to the Hanged Man, he immediately drifts toward Flora with a smile of greeting, a nod to Spice, then to Deimos and Hadama.
“Sorry I’m late.” He’d already talked with Deimos, at least, so while the other man is busy answering questions, Sunjata leans against the edge of the bar, the flecks of grey in his hair brighter this time around than they had been previously. The mood itself was murkier, a darker, melancholic aura surrounds the inside of the bar and he's fairly certain they're all feeling the deep sting of the void at this moment.
“Sorry I’m late.” He’d already talked with Deimos, at least, so while the other man is busy answering questions, Sunjata leans against the edge of the bar, the flecks of grey in his hair brighter this time around than they had been previously. The mood itself was murkier, a darker, melancholic aura surrounds the inside of the bar and he's fairly certain they're all feeling the deep sting of the void at this moment.
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.
