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
“That makes sense. It’s hot in King’s End but not as sticky.” He frowns – meaning the humidity – something that came and went in Korofi as the year progressed between flooding and the dry wildfire seasons. It never seemed to pick a perfect middle ground, unfortunately. Nodding to the thanks about the flask, he snorts a little at the follow up. “Maybe wait til the weather gets a little easier?” He suggests – though he isn’t in the mind of telling Niki what to do.
As for his earrings, he shakes his head once he gets them in. “No, no. One of them is a hEARs. Helps me hear whispers and stuff. Worked better when I ran the bar in the Grounds, but I’ve gotten so used to wearing it constantly it almost feels weird having it out.” Like his hearing is wrong without the extra little boost to the quieter parts of their environment.
The explanation comes surprisingly easy, though, perhaps because he knows the abandoned isn’t one to pry despite not knowing him all that well. He hadn’t pried much last time he’d shown up an absolute wreck after being healed from the infection, so he’s sure that this might follow a similar result.
He’s correct, thankfully. “It is and it isn’t.” He admits after a moment, over whether or not it was a painful subject. It was, because gods was he fucking cursed for everything. It wasn’t, because at least this way he knows he’s alone and doesn’t have to hang on the threads of false hope that everything would go back to normal. There isn’t a normal, now, just a survival mode to figure out what to do next.
“I don’t have any other plans.” He answers as he thinks about what else they could turn the box into. Gesturing for Niki to lead the way, Sunjata joins him at his side, his steps measured to not rush Niki but to step alongside him at his pace. “I like the idea of not making it a box. What other kind of things could we do?” He asks, trying to think even despite the fact that he wasn't the most creative man.
As for his earrings, he shakes his head once he gets them in. “No, no. One of them is a hEARs. Helps me hear whispers and stuff. Worked better when I ran the bar in the Grounds, but I’ve gotten so used to wearing it constantly it almost feels weird having it out.” Like his hearing is wrong without the extra little boost to the quieter parts of their environment.
The explanation comes surprisingly easy, though, perhaps because he knows the abandoned isn’t one to pry despite not knowing him all that well. He hadn’t pried much last time he’d shown up an absolute wreck after being healed from the infection, so he’s sure that this might follow a similar result.
He’s correct, thankfully. “It is and it isn’t.” He admits after a moment, over whether or not it was a painful subject. It was, because gods was he fucking cursed for everything. It wasn’t, because at least this way he knows he’s alone and doesn’t have to hang on the threads of false hope that everything would go back to normal. There isn’t a normal, now, just a survival mode to figure out what to do next.
“I don’t have any other plans.” He answers as he thinks about what else they could turn the box into. Gesturing for Niki to lead the way, Sunjata joins him at his side, his steps measured to not rush Niki but to step alongside him at his pace. “I like the idea of not making it a box. What other kind of things could we do?” He asks, trying to think even despite the fact that he wasn't the most creative man.
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.
