SuNJATA
the flood
Snorting, Sunjata nods his head to her question – lips quirking slightly into a small lopsided smirk that he hides with the way he pretends to look just as confused as everyone else. He feels Melita’s boop and thinks nothing of it, aside from the magic she’d mentioned earlier and is a touch excited to see what she might be able to cultivate with the magic he’s got on display.
"Yeah. Super easily." So the question is met with a short nod, not enough to be obvious it’s him causing it, as the snow begins to fall more directly onto the people – piling up heavily on shoulders of people sitting at tables and desks that aren’t moving as much as the rest of the group in their confusion, and when he’s satisfied it’s starting to go just how Melita wanted it to go, he glances back over at her curiously to see what she might do.
"Yeah. Super easily." So the question is met with a short nod, not enough to be obvious it’s him causing it, as the snow begins to fall more directly onto the people – piling up heavily on shoulders of people sitting at tables and desks that aren’t moving as much as the rest of the group in their confusion, and when he’s satisfied it’s starting to go just how Melita wanted it to go, he glances back over at her curiously to see what she might do.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
