// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
In all reality, this dinner is partially what’s kept Sunjata mostly sane these days. Especially after everything with Ru, plus the banshee hunt. Sunjata’s moved mostly back into the House of Midnight, getting the chance to make this room in particular whatever he wanted it to be. It isn’t quite like anything Caido has to offer, but it isn’t quite like anything Korofi had either. Instead, it’s a blend of the two – the room itself morphed into something homey and comfortable. It’s the inside of what looks like a home, with dark wood floors and a dining room that harbors a vast window expanse to look over a manufactured scene that looks a bit like King’s End, Torchline, and the ocean views of Korofi combined.
He’s prepped all of his side of things already – trusting the restaurant to do a much better job than himself when it came to the entrees – unsure what kind of meal Iskra and Mel would like, so he’s picked a couple of options. A large tray harbors a smoky and sweet smelling pulled pork, roasted for some time low and slow to make it tender as can be. The next entrée is a pineapple glaze smoked ramphire steaks, brought in and cooked from Torchline, something a little more self indulgent of his time there and the meals he liked specifically. The table within is laden with drinks, from alcoholic drinks to juices and smoothies, water and wine smattered throughout just in case he didn’t have something everyone that was coming would have.
The knock to the door has Petronella darting toward the door – the sea panther skedaddling over toward it with the sound of Melita’s arrival and her companions, more than excited to play with Fangorn and Sila. And it has Sunjata immediately stepping over to open the door – a bright smile lopsided on his face that’s a touch softer but a piss poor attempt to hide how well he hasn’t been sleeping based off the bags of his eyes. “Hey heuningby, hey Iskra.” He greets them, his accent thickening on the nickname for his niece. Stepping out of the way from the door, his companion tries to usher Melita’s own into the expanse of the space – nice and cool from the heat within but enough to be comfortable. The table is right there, open for them to place everything they’d brought with comfortable seats.
He’s prepped all of his side of things already – trusting the restaurant to do a much better job than himself when it came to the entrees – unsure what kind of meal Iskra and Mel would like, so he’s picked a couple of options. A large tray harbors a smoky and sweet smelling pulled pork, roasted for some time low and slow to make it tender as can be. The next entrée is a pineapple glaze smoked ramphire steaks, brought in and cooked from Torchline, something a little more self indulgent of his time there and the meals he liked specifically. The table within is laden with drinks, from alcoholic drinks to juices and smoothies, water and wine smattered throughout just in case he didn’t have something everyone that was coming would have.
The knock to the door has Petronella darting toward the door – the sea panther skedaddling over toward it with the sound of Melita’s arrival and her companions, more than excited to play with Fangorn and Sila. And it has Sunjata immediately stepping over to open the door – a bright smile lopsided on his face that’s a touch softer but a piss poor attempt to hide how well he hasn’t been sleeping based off the bags of his eyes. “Hey heuningby, hey Iskra.” He greets them, his accent thickening on the nickname for his niece. Stepping out of the way from the door, his companion tries to usher Melita’s own into the expanse of the space – nice and cool from the heat within but enough to be comfortable. The table is right there, open for them to place everything they’d brought with comfortable seats.
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
SUNJATA
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.
