SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
Quietly grateful that the mud had allowed Isla’s trip to be a bit later while he’d been running around everywhere trying to figure out what the fuck happened to his fiance, it’s perfect timing that the Flood is at the House of Midnight when she arrives. The arrival of her comes with the expectation that she likely had traveled here by foot, but as Sunjata is summoned from his paperwork to greet her at the entrance, he immediately takes note of how little she appears disheveled from the trek and the very brief parting of a wagon through the bright windows.
The House of Midnight is warm, though attempts to cool it down are well in full swing – not that he thinks Isla would mind, but Sunjata’s certainly been roasting a bit himself. Dressed down in a sleeveless shirt, scars and tattoos on display, hair cut short and the short stubble on his face all prove to be cues that he’s trying to keep cool as much as possible. His lopsided smile is offered to her as he arrives, forgoing any distance for his friend, stepping in to wrap her in a hug of greeting. “Isla, you made it!” He hums, pulling away to offer her a smile. “How’ve you been?” He asks, turning toward the bulk of the bottom floor where they can commandeer a corner booth to get something to drink and some food if she’s hungry or thirsty.
The House of Midnight is warm, though attempts to cool it down are well in full swing – not that he thinks Isla would mind, but Sunjata’s certainly been roasting a bit himself. Dressed down in a sleeveless shirt, scars and tattoos on display, hair cut short and the short stubble on his face all prove to be cues that he’s trying to keep cool as much as possible. His lopsided smile is offered to her as he arrives, forgoing any distance for his friend, stepping in to wrap her in a hug of greeting. “Isla, you made it!” He hums, pulling away to offer her a smile. “How’ve you been?” He asks, turning toward the bulk of the bottom floor where they can commandeer a corner booth to get something to drink and some food if she’s hungry or thirsty.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
