SuNJATA
the flood
His magic is different from hers inherently. Ludo, providing the chaos and the playful uncertainties in instances such as her Wild Magic, this one she can hone and anticipate that it’ll do precisely what she wants it to do. So he watches as the snow piles up on shoulders and heads and in little piles on desks that people groan and shove off onto the floor only to eventually melt into a little puddle.
He thankfully hides his amusement behind a lightning scarred hand, acting as surprised as the rest of them as he looks up and around for the cause – pretending to join in on the finger pointing and the blame. He spies Melita’s additions with people rushing by that stop still with their immediate jutting up of their posture and yelps that echo across the collegium, as even more chaos ensues.
“Nice.” He whispers to her as he continues to pretend to be absolutely shocked.
He thankfully hides his amusement behind a lightning scarred hand, acting as surprised as the rest of them as he looks up and around for the cause – pretending to join in on the finger pointing and the blame. He spies Melita’s additions with people rushing by that stop still with their immediate jutting up of their posture and yelps that echo across the collegium, as even more chaos ensues.
“Nice.” He whispers to her as he continues to pretend to be absolutely shocked.
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.
