SuNjATA
the flood
“Yeah.” Sunjata hums, trailing after Koa as he drifts toward the corner of the wellhouse where he finds his pack and gear and Pipsqueak – who earns a soft little coo of greeting from the Flood before he settles. “However you were able to figure out I was.. influenced.. is built in now.” Gesturing with his lightning scarred hand toward his head, it’s a bittersweet and lopsided smile he offers the dragoon’s way, before his broad shoulders shrug and he steps closer to see the notebook.
Taking it, he flips open the first few pages, glad to see that the descriptions laid out rather than trying to remember what Deimos had said about them. His memory was quite terrible, after all the times he’d nearly died, so any written boon was very welcome for the Flood. “Thanks, Koa.” Flashing him a brighter lopsided smile, the Flood continues with the analogy the dragoon started. “Yeah, the second floor was mostly what we expected. Nice to see the rest of it, though. Better to be prepared, you know?” He murmurs, closing the book lest any prying eyes in the sky catch a glimpse of it.
Taking it, he flips open the first few pages, glad to see that the descriptions laid out rather than trying to remember what Deimos had said about them. His memory was quite terrible, after all the times he’d nearly died, so any written boon was very welcome for the Flood. “Thanks, Koa.” Flashing him a brighter lopsided smile, the Flood continues with the analogy the dragoon started. “Yeah, the second floor was mostly what we expected. Nice to see the rest of it, though. Better to be prepared, you know?” He murmurs, closing the book lest any prying eyes in the sky catch a glimpse of it.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
