SuNJATA
the flood
Sunjata’s had many years being an actor and practicing keeping his true motivations hidden. Melita, on the other hand, does her best to pretend to be surprised even as she launches her icicle assault along the backs of necks to a chorus of yelps and shock that flit through the Collegium. It’s a challenge for him to not laugh, to hide the twitch of his lips as people continue to bolt and scurry across the way.
Only to scurry perfectly into the chaos that Melita has sewn for them. They reach the ice sheet on the floor that Melita has created and Sunjata watches as he continues to let the snow fall upon them as they slide and shriek and slide back into each other as they try desperately to stop.
“I’m kind’ve the only one that has all this water magic. Makes it hard to get away with it.” He mutters to her quietly, hiding his mouth by his lightning scarred hand as he pretends to be shocked by everything that's happening around them.
Only to scurry perfectly into the chaos that Melita has sewn for them. They reach the ice sheet on the floor that Melita has created and Sunjata watches as he continues to let the snow fall upon them as they slide and shriek and slide back into each other as they try desperately to stop.
“I’m kind’ve the only one that has all this water magic. Makes it hard to get away with it.” He mutters to her quietly, hiding his mouth by his lightning scarred hand as he pretends to be shocked by everything that's happening around them.
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.
