SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
“Easy rapids, quicker transportation.” Sunjata murmurs, thinking of it more than the explanation. He figures Jack would understand it better if he paints the watercolors of his mind into images of a smooth flowing river, innertubes and small rafts to relax on and get from point A to point B a bit quicker than it might take someone to walk and without any of the effort for it.
All the fun begins to vanish, though, with the mention of LongNight and he does his best to hide away the starker memories to keep Jack from having to live them, focused instead on the comment of going back there. “I had to after the war.” He wasn’t really welcome anywhere else and Nate was there. So despite the trauma, the Flood found himself back there again and again.
These days it’s different enough to not relive all of those memories at least.
Nodding and dragging the last little bit off of his cigarette, he stamps it out in the snow as they walk, exhaling the plume of smoke before he speaks. “Yeah, that’s true. I guess I’m just hoping for nothing brutal this year, if it does happen.” The last thing he wants is a nightmare of a headache when the sun rose and he could finally feel normal again. “How’ve things been working out for you here so far?” He switches the subject, like he’s remembering belatedly to check in with the Captain in regard to how he’s fared getting the Ark set up on the shores of King’s End.
He's sure it’s an adjustment.
All the fun begins to vanish, though, with the mention of LongNight and he does his best to hide away the starker memories to keep Jack from having to live them, focused instead on the comment of going back there. “I had to after the war.” He wasn’t really welcome anywhere else and Nate was there. So despite the trauma, the Flood found himself back there again and again.
These days it’s different enough to not relive all of those memories at least.
Nodding and dragging the last little bit off of his cigarette, he stamps it out in the snow as they walk, exhaling the plume of smoke before he speaks. “Yeah, that’s true. I guess I’m just hoping for nothing brutal this year, if it does happen.” The last thing he wants is a nightmare of a headache when the sun rose and he could finally feel normal again. “How’ve things been working out for you here so far?” He switches the subject, like he’s remembering belatedly to check in with the Captain in regard to how he’s fared getting the Ark set up on the shores of King’s End.
He's sure it’s an adjustment.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
