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
“Oh, don’t be.” He says with a soft laugh, flushing slightly himself as he sees the effect it has had on the necromancer. “I really don’t mind.” Its an attempt to reassure him as they walk, even as he notes the immediate flush and focus Niki puts on their path back toward his home.
As Niki warms up (or cools off?) from the comment, Sunjata glances back over at him to hear the soft laugh and see the shrug from his thin shoulders. “Here’s hoping.” He comments about the banshee and the threat she no longer poses, feeling a bit better about the fight overall (thanks to Ronin’s turbo projectiles.) But regardless, he’s latched onto the candle holder and he glances over to see the warm smile that sparks.
“That sounds great.” Sunjata murmurs, thinking on it and the latter half of the comment that has him laughing and shaking his head a little. “I don’t need it to be elegant. I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime, I think.” He admits, tilting his head toward Niki to offer a bit of a lore drop. “I was a rich kid. Grew up in a mansion with marble floors and iron wrought railings for the staircases. The whole house was lit by crystal chandeliers and everything had its perfect place. It honestly loses its charm after all that.” He doesn’t say it’s because sometimes his nightmares remind him of the white marble that’s coated in Lusea’s blood, but that is part of the reason he doesn’t seem to care for white marble in the slightest – or the finer things in life. "I'll take a rustic decoration any day."
As Niki warms up (or cools off?) from the comment, Sunjata glances back over at him to hear the soft laugh and see the shrug from his thin shoulders. “Here’s hoping.” He comments about the banshee and the threat she no longer poses, feeling a bit better about the fight overall (thanks to Ronin’s turbo projectiles.) But regardless, he’s latched onto the candle holder and he glances over to see the warm smile that sparks.
“That sounds great.” Sunjata murmurs, thinking on it and the latter half of the comment that has him laughing and shaking his head a little. “I don’t need it to be elegant. I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime, I think.” He admits, tilting his head toward Niki to offer a bit of a lore drop. “I was a rich kid. Grew up in a mansion with marble floors and iron wrought railings for the staircases. The whole house was lit by crystal chandeliers and everything had its perfect place. It honestly loses its charm after all that.” He doesn’t say it’s because sometimes his nightmares remind him of the white marble that’s coated in Lusea’s blood, but that is part of the reason he doesn’t seem to care for white marble in the slightest – or the finer things in life. "I'll take a rustic decoration any day."
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.
