SuNjATA
the flood
What plans? Sunjata also asks as he approaches, offering a quiet nod to Deimos, Ronin, and Remi. Sitting on the outskirts of everything with a drink in hand, (cue king of the hill gifset, let’s be real), the Flood glances over toward the rest of those closer to the members of the Family that have joined. Jaw working as his gaze averts from the flicker of the void as it crosses Flora’s face, it’s nothing compared to the full view of Vox and Pierce.
Nostrils flare as he looks away, focusing on the ocean and the way it lazily rolls against the beach to calm the rabbiting pulse of the horrifying features the Family has. Exposure therapy at its finest, he supposes.
Shifting his weight slightly, the Flood’s in his own dark green swim trunks, deep pockets that also harbor a few chosen blades, concealed in the form of switchblades he can pull out of at all necessary. He hadn’t wanted to come unprepared, and given what he’d learned from the Knowtbook… well, let’s just say he wasn’t going to be unarmed again if he could help it.
But it also means he’s shirtless, all scars and tattoos on display. The pale lightning strike scars fork up his arm from his hand and across his chest, drowned out only by the wing tattoos that trail down his arms.
Nostrils flare as he looks away, focusing on the ocean and the way it lazily rolls against the beach to calm the rabbiting pulse of the horrifying features the Family has. Exposure therapy at its finest, he supposes.
Shifting his weight slightly, the Flood’s in his own dark green swim trunks, deep pockets that also harbor a few chosen blades, concealed in the form of switchblades he can pull out of at all necessary. He hadn’t wanted to come unprepared, and given what he’d learned from the Knowtbook… well, let’s just say he wasn’t going to be unarmed again if he could help it.
But it also means he’s shirtless, all scars and tattoos on display. The pale lightning strike scars fork up his arm from his hand and across his chest, drowned out only by the wing tattoos that trail down his arms.
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.
