SuNJATA
the flood
He’s really trying to make sure his own frustrations don’t flare so bright to the surface, but as he explains and she apologizes for coming on strong, it does help to smooth over the racing circles of his thoughts — though the navy feathers along his skin betray him still.
Glancing between Hadama, Deimos, and Flora as they continue to chat over the idea of visiting Dahlia, the Flood figures out just how to say all the thoughts in his head in a way that couldn’t be misconstrued (as was often the case when it came to things he felt strongly about).
“I think.. if that’s something you want to ask, maybe send it in a letter? I’m going to be honest Flora, I don’t like the idea of trying to negotiate with them, but I really don’t like the thought of doing it in person.” His nose wrinkles, and he reaches up to run a hand through his silver streaked hair flecked with navy feathers. “I’m fairly confident we could gang up on one of them and succeed, but we don’t know if they can call anyone else like your dads can. And they have the rapier.” The very one stolen from Ronin and used on Flora.
“There’s a lot we don’t know. And even being in their pocket they’re tight lipped enough that I feel like I know jack shit even though I was infected for like, a year.” Shaking his head and with a touch more remorse for himself being so useless, the Flood tries to think of other options and avenues. “So if we don’t try to take Starfall or meet with Dahlia, what else do we have? There’s that weird tree that people planted seeds from a while back.. do you think those will do anything soon? And if not.. would it be possible to try and call all of our gods together for a big meeting about what the fuck to do about this?” He glances between all of them — because in the previous war he’d been an intermediary of sorts, between Frey and the Voice. The void seems bigger, though, one that might make more sense for everyone to get together on, instead of putting it on the inhabitant’s shoulders again.
Glancing between Hadama, Deimos, and Flora as they continue to chat over the idea of visiting Dahlia, the Flood figures out just how to say all the thoughts in his head in a way that couldn’t be misconstrued (as was often the case when it came to things he felt strongly about).
“I think.. if that’s something you want to ask, maybe send it in a letter? I’m going to be honest Flora, I don’t like the idea of trying to negotiate with them, but I really don’t like the thought of doing it in person.” His nose wrinkles, and he reaches up to run a hand through his silver streaked hair flecked with navy feathers. “I’m fairly confident we could gang up on one of them and succeed, but we don’t know if they can call anyone else like your dads can. And they have the rapier.” The very one stolen from Ronin and used on Flora.
“There’s a lot we don’t know. And even being in their pocket they’re tight lipped enough that I feel like I know jack shit even though I was infected for like, a year.” Shaking his head and with a touch more remorse for himself being so useless, the Flood tries to think of other options and avenues. “So if we don’t try to take Starfall or meet with Dahlia, what else do we have? There’s that weird tree that people planted seeds from a while back.. do you think those will do anything soon? And if not.. would it be possible to try and call all of our gods together for a big meeting about what the fuck to do about this?” He glances between all of them — because in the previous war he’d been an intermediary of sorts, between Frey and the Voice. The void seems bigger, though, one that might make more sense for everyone to get together on, instead of putting it on the inhabitant’s shoulders again.
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.
