// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
Fashionably late, that’s what he’s going to call it. Is there fashion involved? Hardly, though truthfully Sunjata doesn’t have to try most days. Today, he’s in all of his rugged charm, a dark mauve sleeveless shirt, done up most of the way and leaving his tattoos on display, the Flood sweeps into the room and keeps his attention mostly on those he thinks he can get away with, without the flicker and flare of the Void ruining his night.
Snatching up a shot from a passing table, he realizes it will do very little to him, but it’s mostly just for show anyway. He carves a path through the crowds toward no one in particular, but he fights against the flicker of void across Flora's face as he spots her speaking with Dantalion and Astaroth. Raising his shot glass to her once he catches her attention, the Flood knocks back his shot and sets it on another passing tray, before he takes in the crowds before him.
Flinching only slightly to see those among the mix, the spots Everest immediately and starts to shy away, only for the realization to dawn that the man looks normal again after the initial flicker of melting skin and too many eyes vanishes. Gaze focusing on him, he decides that the Aviator looks quite alone and likely back to how he had been, and maybe – just maybe – the Flood can help in some amount.
Approaching Everest, he keeps his voice low but steady enough to allow the Aviator to pinpoint him without surprise, all while lifting a hand to hopefully block his face in case Ever doesn’t take his advice immediately. “Hey Everest, don’t look at me just yet, just focus on the floor.” Comes the accented instruction, keeping his hand there and glancing over at the man in case he does turn to look at him. “I’d keep your eyes away from a few others too, but you gotta promise me you won’t look at them when I say their names.” There’s a little boon of honesty and Everest's best interests in the attuned bond as he aims to send a calming atmosphere over toward the attuned, hoping it might help relax him.
Snatching up a shot from a passing table, he realizes it will do very little to him, but it’s mostly just for show anyway. He carves a path through the crowds toward no one in particular, but he fights against the flicker of void across Flora's face as he spots her speaking with Dantalion and Astaroth. Raising his shot glass to her once he catches her attention, the Flood knocks back his shot and sets it on another passing tray, before he takes in the crowds before him.
Flinching only slightly to see those among the mix, the spots Everest immediately and starts to shy away, only for the realization to dawn that the man looks normal again after the initial flicker of melting skin and too many eyes vanishes. Gaze focusing on him, he decides that the Aviator looks quite alone and likely back to how he had been, and maybe – just maybe – the Flood can help in some amount.
Approaching Everest, he keeps his voice low but steady enough to allow the Aviator to pinpoint him without surprise, all while lifting a hand to hopefully block his face in case Ever doesn’t take his advice immediately. “Hey Everest, don’t look at me just yet, just focus on the floor.” Comes the accented instruction, keeping his hand there and glancing over at the man in case he does turn to look at him. “I’d keep your eyes away from a few others too, but you gotta promise me you won’t look at them when I say their names.” There’s a little boon of honesty and Everest's best interests in the attuned bond as he aims to send a calming atmosphere over toward the attuned, hoping it might help relax him.
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
