// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
Looking down the dock toward the rest of the shops that dot the Castaway Exchange, the Flood’s amusement flares in him as a gentle wave that brushes against the confines of his mind. Happiness and calm in the face of a mind that had more often than not been turbulent and stormy. “Thanks. Been a lot of work.” And now without the void they might actually stand a chance at doing something for the region that wasn’t just protection against the Family.
Which leads to a whole host of creativity that feels rather stunted for the moment. At least they have until next year before deciding on something.
The mention of a few days ago sparks another quick glance to the hull of the ship, the quiet nod because he can and does put two and two together and wisely chooses not to ask about it more. Instead, snorting to make the mental note of the tab for both drinks and the brothel itself. Easy enough. “Sounds good.” He hums, shifting the bag of holding in his hand to start to guide the way back toward the House of Midnight.
He picks up on the code too, letting the warm ripple of a laugh escape him that ends in a sigh that’s paired with a playful wince. “Tell me about it. At least it’s better than how it was when I left Torchline." They both know he’d been half insane when he’d left Torchline, faced with impossible choices and trauma. “Speaking of, don’t suppose my father’s remains have washed up, have they?” He assumes if anyone would know it would be Jack. And if his father hasn’t washed up, perhaps he should put his orca or hydra to work in scouting out the bottom of the Arclight just to check.
Which leads to a whole host of creativity that feels rather stunted for the moment. At least they have until next year before deciding on something.
The mention of a few days ago sparks another quick glance to the hull of the ship, the quiet nod because he can and does put two and two together and wisely chooses not to ask about it more. Instead, snorting to make the mental note of the tab for both drinks and the brothel itself. Easy enough. “Sounds good.” He hums, shifting the bag of holding in his hand to start to guide the way back toward the House of Midnight.
He picks up on the code too, letting the warm ripple of a laugh escape him that ends in a sigh that’s paired with a playful wince. “Tell me about it. At least it’s better than how it was when I left Torchline." They both know he’d been half insane when he’d left Torchline, faced with impossible choices and trauma. “Speaking of, don’t suppose my father’s remains have washed up, have they?” He assumes if anyone would know it would be Jack. And if his father hasn’t washed up, perhaps he should put his orca or hydra to work in scouting out the bottom of the Arclight just to check.
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.
