// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
“It’s not like I got much else going on here. It’s still fresh and new, as far as Caido’s concerned.” He admits with a soft, smoky chuckle of his own. Realizing shortly after that he doesn’t need to hand Jack the lighter, the butcher pockets it with an amused flare to the waves of his mind before it settles again. “Since when did you get fire magic?” He probes playfully, trying to flick through the spotty memories (thanks dad) to try and recall if he’d had it for a while or if it was new.
Regardless, he lets it drop as he peers back at the Ark and its glory, taking a long slow drag off the cigarette before exhaling in wisps that curl around his nose. “I get a few that slip in here and there. I’ll send them your way.” His steel gaze flits to Jack’s face briefly as he thinks about which portion of tabs to start – not opposed to it, of course, but curious which type it’ll end up being. “For the bar or rooms too?” Jack will see the flare in his mind that suggests he’s thinking both but the need to clarify it anyway.
As for what he’s down here doing, he gestures back toward the shops on the docks with his lightning scarred hand. “Got some supplies for the House. Always go through more blankets in Deepfrost.” He shrugs like it’s the most normal and boring thing he’s had to do as of late which is absolutely a lie. He hasn’t done much lately aside from meet with Frey and make decisions for the region that ultimately mostly kept to themselves. “You wanna grab a drink? I’ve already got the shit I needed to get.” He’d just been getting ready to leave if he hadn’t noticed the Ark’s arrival.
Regardless, he lets it drop as he peers back at the Ark and its glory, taking a long slow drag off the cigarette before exhaling in wisps that curl around his nose. “I get a few that slip in here and there. I’ll send them your way.” His steel gaze flits to Jack’s face briefly as he thinks about which portion of tabs to start – not opposed to it, of course, but curious which type it’ll end up being. “For the bar or rooms too?” Jack will see the flare in his mind that suggests he’s thinking both but the need to clarify it anyway.
As for what he’s down here doing, he gestures back toward the shops on the docks with his lightning scarred hand. “Got some supplies for the House. Always go through more blankets in Deepfrost.” He shrugs like it’s the most normal and boring thing he’s had to do as of late which is absolutely a lie. He hasn’t done much lately aside from meet with Frey and make decisions for the region that ultimately mostly kept to themselves. “You wanna grab a drink? I’ve already got the shit I needed to get.” He’d just been getting ready to leave if he hadn’t noticed the Ark’s arrival.
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you do //
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.
