SUNJATA
i found hope in a hopeless home
found my father but i lost my soul
found my father but i lost my soul
He’d spent most of the morning working out just what kind of thing he could use to become rags in favor for Ludo, when the Flood had inevitably settled on a dark fabric, thick and warm but cut in a way that would drape nicely. After cursing himself numerous times for having not reached out to his niece about what might suit Ludo best, Sunjata’s finally gotten over his decision paralysis and snagged the cloth, fully intending on personalizing it a little bit later when he’s got the rest of the look acquired.
Which leads him to now, where Colt has found him perusing the masks, trying to find one that would suit his face well enough but also still give way to the thoughts racing through his head on just how to make this more him. “Afternoon, Colt.” Sunjata hums, flashing the rancher a crooked smile as his fingers curl against a mask that’s dark and would frame most if not all of the top half of his face. His scar would be on display, so the anonymity would be out the door anyway, but that’s fine considering how he intends on decorating them.
“Ludo’s party. Just need to find a mask and decorate it and this cloth for its rags. I was thinking some kind of watercolor effect.” Turning toward her to roll his tattooed shoulders, the Flood juts his chin back toward the mask. “Wanna help me pick one?”
Which leads him to now, where Colt has found him perusing the masks, trying to find one that would suit his face well enough but also still give way to the thoughts racing through his head on just how to make this more him. “Afternoon, Colt.” Sunjata hums, flashing the rancher a crooked smile as his fingers curl against a mask that’s dark and would frame most if not all of the top half of his face. His scar would be on display, so the anonymity would be out the door anyway, but that’s fine considering how he intends on decorating them.
“Ludo’s party. Just need to find a mask and decorate it and this cloth for its rags. I was thinking some kind of watercolor effect.” Turning toward her to roll his tattooed shoulders, the Flood juts his chin back toward the mask. “Wanna help me pick one?”
i tried to trace it, i aimed to scope
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know
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.
