please remain calm, the end has arrived. we cannot save you, enjoy the ride.
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
The water flares from him like he’s Poseidon himself, mastered control, nailing the voidy fyrhunds like it’s nothing more than simple, easy target practice. They get pushed out, the wave strong enough to carry them back wherever they came from, and only then does Sunjata’s tense shoulders begin to relax, glancing over at Iskra to see the open mouthed gawking. “Sorry.” He almost mutters a little, his smile apologetic because it had definitely been an overreaction. But regardless, it’d worked, and at the mention of owing two favors now? The Flood laughs, a warmer, thawing sound.
“Nah, you’re good. Trust me.” It wasn’t often he panicked like that, but when he did it often came with those eruptions of his power. It just so happened Iskra had been there to witness it.
Taking a deep breath, Sunjata runs a hand through his hair before he looks back to the bag of collected ore, flashing an easier smile to Iskra as he steps over to inspect it and the bulging sides, clearly full of plenty of iron to make something at least. “Looks like enough to me.”
“Nah, you’re good. Trust me.” It wasn’t often he panicked like that, but when he did it often came with those eruptions of his power. It just so happened Iskra had been there to witness it.
Taking a deep breath, Sunjata runs a hand through his hair before he looks back to the bag of collected ore, flashing an easier smile to Iskra as he steps over to inspect it and the bulging sides, clearly full of plenty of iron to make something at least. “Looks like enough to me.”
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.
