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.” Sunjata hums, wondering whether Niki was the type to wait and wander for subjects to potentially try to reanimate – and partially, selfishly wondering why he hadn’t decided to take the trip to King’s End with all the things there he could potentially practice on. But he keeps those thoughts to himself as they find the smoother path, glancing over at Niki to hear the muttered hum under his breath.
His lips quirk into a small and amused smile. “Like you’re talking right in my ear.” He hums to him, his accent thicker here as he playfully lets it drawl. It isn’t long before the dappling light filters in for the path that widens and makes it less shadowed, but it does increase the amount of heat and loosens some of the humidity.
Glancing back at the Abandoned to hear the joke, he huffs a laugh and shrugs his shoulders. “Eh not really. Not unless there’s some big threat. But I’ve already taken care of that so nowwww I get to just hang out.” Exhibit A: killing a banshee means he gets to do whatever he wants, unless someone channels him, which truth be told he hopes doesn’t happen right this second.
Listening instead for the options of what it could be made into, he latches onto the idea of a candle holder as opposed to everything else – perking up almost immediately. “A candle holder sounds nice.” He admits, looking up for a moment as the sun paints his face, darkening his freckles and brightening the storm clouds of his eyes but darkening the bags beneath them. "Maybe we can add a little filigree to it?" He suggests, something almost nostalgic in the question he asks.
His lips quirk into a small and amused smile. “Like you’re talking right in my ear.” He hums to him, his accent thicker here as he playfully lets it drawl. It isn’t long before the dappling light filters in for the path that widens and makes it less shadowed, but it does increase the amount of heat and loosens some of the humidity.
Glancing back at the Abandoned to hear the joke, he huffs a laugh and shrugs his shoulders. “Eh not really. Not unless there’s some big threat. But I’ve already taken care of that so nowwww I get to just hang out.” Exhibit A: killing a banshee means he gets to do whatever he wants, unless someone channels him, which truth be told he hopes doesn’t happen right this second.
Listening instead for the options of what it could be made into, he latches onto the idea of a candle holder as opposed to everything else – perking up almost immediately. “A candle holder sounds nice.” He admits, looking up for a moment as the sun paints his face, darkening his freckles and brightening the storm clouds of his eyes but darkening the bags beneath them. "Maybe we can add a little filigree to it?" He suggests, something almost nostalgic in the question he asks.
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.
