SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
“Fair enough.” Sunjata hums the laughter with a shrug of his shoulders, spying the way Niki’s cheeks seem to cool off. After a few more moments, with the answer of sharing his water, the Flood’s smile widens a touch, crooked as it is with the scar that bisects the muscle there. “Yeah, it’s pretty intense.” He agrees, never having been more grateful for the passive magic to make him smell good to everyone just in case he sweated a bit too much to where it wasn’t the case anymore despite his best attempts.
He snags the flask from his belt, handing it over and cooling the water once he pops the cap off with a flare of his water magic. Letting Niki take as much as he likes – it isn’t like Sunjata can’t refill it on a whim – does he hear the question about the banshee. “She was by the Cataract.” He hums, recalling the watery mess he’d left behind with him and Melita and Jack’s water attacks aimed at her. “Oh, that reminds me.” He mutters half under his breath, reaching into his pocket to pull out the hEAR earring and the matching, non magical one he’d had made so that nobody knew which was which. Slipping the silver pieces into his earlobes, he looks back at Niki to answer him about the box.
“Well I.. Was engaged and wanted to use it for the wedding.” He admits, shaking his head a little. “But seeing as that isn’t happening anymore, I’ve gotta figure out a good way to use it that won’t make me think of that.” He admits with a soft shrug. He doesn’t look at Niki while explaining it, content to keep his emotions to himself, but toward the end he glances back toward the abandoned with a small smile and a mask set perfectly in place. “I shouldn’t be bugging you with my problems, though. You want some company getting home? Or did I interrupt you from something else?”
He snags the flask from his belt, handing it over and cooling the water once he pops the cap off with a flare of his water magic. Letting Niki take as much as he likes – it isn’t like Sunjata can’t refill it on a whim – does he hear the question about the banshee. “She was by the Cataract.” He hums, recalling the watery mess he’d left behind with him and Melita and Jack’s water attacks aimed at her. “Oh, that reminds me.” He mutters half under his breath, reaching into his pocket to pull out the hEAR earring and the matching, non magical one he’d had made so that nobody knew which was which. Slipping the silver pieces into his earlobes, he looks back at Niki to answer him about the box.
“Well I.. Was engaged and wanted to use it for the wedding.” He admits, shaking his head a little. “But seeing as that isn’t happening anymore, I’ve gotta figure out a good way to use it that won’t make me think of that.” He admits with a soft shrug. He doesn’t look at Niki while explaining it, content to keep his emotions to himself, but toward the end he glances back toward the abandoned with a small smile and a mask set perfectly in place. “I shouldn’t be bugging you with my problems, though. You want some company getting home? Or did I interrupt you from something else?”
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
