// maybe we're endless, maybe we're infinite //
“Right?” Sunjata hums the response as she questions how different it was – letting her take in those odd feelings he’d had – nothing bad, just… Confusing. Glancing down to her as she mentions her meeting with Mort, Sunjata’s at least heard very kind gentle things of the god of death – not that he wants to get to know him personally, of course. Mort certainly had a change in Remi since becoming his demigod.
Pulling her in and twisting a little sideways, the Flood watches the man rush past before he tilts his attention back to Ru and the path they’ve picked, letting the brief sunbreak between the clouds warm him up and bring out the freckles on his face. “I dunno. I kinda brought everything I could think of.” Which in hindsight might have been a mistake. Trying too hard.
Laughing along with her as she mentions the Outlander education – something they certainly had more than an abundance of in comparison to Caido in general, but.. “Yeah, that’s true. But I started it off by saying I was late to it.” Which he was, they both knew that. From the infection and everything that came after, to the still healing yet yellow bruising on his shoulder that peeks up from under the sleeveless shirt he wears, only barely blending with the dark tattoos atop them. “And they said I was late. And that I would be again. And that was the really confusing part.” His head tilts as he pauses by one of the stalls, one with a variety of fried, fresh caught fish.
Nodding to the owner of the stall and the fisherman he’s working with as they acknowledge them, the Flood flashes a brighter smile than the topic really allowed for to his citizens before asking for one order of the fried fish – and of course, whatever Hotaru wanted.
Pulling her in and twisting a little sideways, the Flood watches the man rush past before he tilts his attention back to Ru and the path they’ve picked, letting the brief sunbreak between the clouds warm him up and bring out the freckles on his face. “I dunno. I kinda brought everything I could think of.” Which in hindsight might have been a mistake. Trying too hard.
Laughing along with her as she mentions the Outlander education – something they certainly had more than an abundance of in comparison to Caido in general, but.. “Yeah, that’s true. But I started it off by saying I was late to it.” Which he was, they both knew that. From the infection and everything that came after, to the still healing yet yellow bruising on his shoulder that peeks up from under the sleeveless shirt he wears, only barely blending with the dark tattoos atop them. “And they said I was late. And that I would be again. And that was the really confusing part.” His head tilts as he pauses by one of the stalls, one with a variety of fried, fresh caught fish.
Nodding to the owner of the stall and the fisherman he’s working with as they acknowledge them, the Flood flashes a brighter smile than the topic really allowed for to his citizens before asking for one order of the fried fish – and of course, whatever Hotaru wanted.
SUNJATA
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.
