// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
Snorting at the confirmation, Sunjata drags on the cigarette in much of a motion that says alright, I’m not gonna argue with you. But when he mentions the murder, Sunjata hums a soft sound of consideration, squinting in the distance as though he could see through the rolling fog and hills to the direction the Safrin shrine was in - the very same that he'd been at when she'd made her murder attempt. “I keep a wide berth from it, so. Most of the blessings here are from Frey.” Which is obvious. All that to be said that he wouldn't stop anyone from going to Safrin's shrine, but he definitely wouldn't be going to her for any regional things. Probably forever.
But hey, he has been bored and things haven’t been happening here for awhile aside from what they start, so maybe he’s blabbing a little too much.
Ah well. “Yeah, somehow I’m pretty lucky with that shit.” He murmurs, though as they both know, that’s pretty much where his luck ends. Self preservation takes all of it in favor for making the rest of his life relatively unlucky (how many times did he try to grab for the blade sticking out of Pierce’s chest? Too many fucking times, that’s how many).
When they’re far enough away from the bustle of everything else and back on the path toward the House of Midnight, Jack’s question stirs a deep laugh from him as he stomps out the last bit of the cigarette. “What else is there to do? The region’s pretty relaxed and I only have a few appointments in the brothel each week. The rest of the time is just helping out here and there with minor issues.” It feels like being a cop again, but without all the excitement and drama of the world falling apart around them.
But hey, he has been bored and things haven’t been happening here for awhile aside from what they start, so maybe he’s blabbing a little too much.
Ah well. “Yeah, somehow I’m pretty lucky with that shit.” He murmurs, though as they both know, that’s pretty much where his luck ends. Self preservation takes all of it in favor for making the rest of his life relatively unlucky (how many times did he try to grab for the blade sticking out of Pierce’s chest? Too many fucking times, that’s how many).
When they’re far enough away from the bustle of everything else and back on the path toward the House of Midnight, Jack’s question stirs a deep laugh from him as he stomps out the last bit of the cigarette. “What else is there to do? The region’s pretty relaxed and I only have a few appointments in the brothel each week. The rest of the time is just helping out here and there with minor issues.” It feels like being a cop again, but without all the excitement and drama of the world falling apart around them.
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.
