SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
An accented chuckle escapes him, one broad tattooed shoulder rising and falling in a shrug of agreement. “Yeah, seems that way.” Luckily for the both of them, the Flood has also decided to sit down. And with no flowers still in sight, he starts to relax a fraction as he asks his question, letting Iskra take all the time he needs to answer.
Torchline, though, has him nodding. Having been the leader there for some time what felt like ages ago. But to go from such a vastly warm and beautiful place to a space that even looking outside seemed to hurt sometimes was… A thing. Something Sunjata couldn’t relate to – but he despised the snow with a passion, having always been a fan of the warmer climates and water in general. He was known as the Flood, after all.
“Oh, uh.” He starts to say, realizing for a time that this man didn’t recognize him, and honestly? It was a bit relieving – able to tell the story rather than have it told for him. “I’ve kinda been everywhere. I’m not from Caido, so.. Grew up in a place called Korofi. Ended up here when the Voice was dragging all those Outlanders here.” He didn’t hate the Voice, even still, though that was probably due to the fact his husband was her demigod.
Before the war. Before he’d died.
“So I started off in the Grounds and then moved to Torchline for a bit. Was the Governor there for a bit before I moved around again. Lead the Grounds for a couple of seasons before the war. Then the war happened... And now I’m the Archon of King’s End. Carved out a space for people to live there and have just been growing it since then.” Minus the infection, of course, the time for action had finally started.
Torchline, though, has him nodding. Having been the leader there for some time what felt like ages ago. But to go from such a vastly warm and beautiful place to a space that even looking outside seemed to hurt sometimes was… A thing. Something Sunjata couldn’t relate to – but he despised the snow with a passion, having always been a fan of the warmer climates and water in general. He was known as the Flood, after all.
“Oh, uh.” He starts to say, realizing for a time that this man didn’t recognize him, and honestly? It was a bit relieving – able to tell the story rather than have it told for him. “I’ve kinda been everywhere. I’m not from Caido, so.. Grew up in a place called Korofi. Ended up here when the Voice was dragging all those Outlanders here.” He didn’t hate the Voice, even still, though that was probably due to the fact his husband was her demigod.
Before the war. Before he’d died.
“So I started off in the Grounds and then moved to Torchline for a bit. Was the Governor there for a bit before I moved around again. Lead the Grounds for a couple of seasons before the war. Then the war happened... And now I’m the Archon of King’s End. Carved out a space for people to live there and have just been growing it since then.” Minus the infection, of course, the time for action had finally started.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
