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
Sunjata snorts at Niki’s dry and playful tease, sure that the other man has heard such things for what he knows him to be a bit of a hermit here in the Greatwood. Though, he has seen him in Torchline a few times, something that did come as a surprise even if he was so busy trying not to get murdered by both Ronin and Astaroth at the time to focus too much attention on asking Niki how it was for him.
Instead, he nods. “Yeah. It’s definitely something to consider when building there.” He mutters, though he’d been very careful the majority of the time in making sure they hadn’t bothered any of the graves they knew of, it didn’t mean there wasn’t the occasional ones that they missed that came sprouting up, bones of any number long since passed.
The sea panther, though, is easier to talk about. “Yeah. Absolutely terrifying in their full size. I gotta say I prefer their companion size much more.” He says as a parting statement, slipping into the living room where yes, Niki, he does spot the feather in the vase. But in the time it takes for the abandoned to make the coffee, he’s added another one to the mix, sticking up and seemingly ignored while Sunjata sits on the couch, busying himself with everything else but looking at the vase that now harbors two blue feathers.
“Thanks.” He hums, taking the mug when Niki returns, cradling it in his hands and waiting for it to cool a bit before he takes a sip. “Oh, honestly? Whatever’s easier. I already feel like I’ve imposed a lot. And you're probably tired from earlier, yeah?” He says with a soft laugh, one that’s a touch awkward as it is quick in his own answer.
Instead, he nods. “Yeah. It’s definitely something to consider when building there.” He mutters, though he’d been very careful the majority of the time in making sure they hadn’t bothered any of the graves they knew of, it didn’t mean there wasn’t the occasional ones that they missed that came sprouting up, bones of any number long since passed.
The sea panther, though, is easier to talk about. “Yeah. Absolutely terrifying in their full size. I gotta say I prefer their companion size much more.” He says as a parting statement, slipping into the living room where yes, Niki, he does spot the feather in the vase. But in the time it takes for the abandoned to make the coffee, he’s added another one to the mix, sticking up and seemingly ignored while Sunjata sits on the couch, busying himself with everything else but looking at the vase that now harbors two blue feathers.
“Thanks.” He hums, taking the mug when Niki returns, cradling it in his hands and waiting for it to cool a bit before he takes a sip. “Oh, honestly? Whatever’s easier. I already feel like I’ve imposed a lot. And you're probably tired from earlier, yeah?” He says with a soft laugh, one that’s a touch awkward as it is quick in his own answer.
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.
