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 lets the warm laugh leave him, sipping the dregs of his coffee left in his own mug before he sits back a little more comfortably, stretching out his long legs to let his grey gaze take in the necromancer with amusement. “Yeah but I wasn’t.” He points out, shooting Niki with far more playfulness than before. “I was just a guy that hardly wanted to talk to the gods at first.” Maybe that sounds similar, huh Niki?
He hears Niki’s laugh though, and a part of him wants to try and draw it out of him more – seeing him liven up like this. “Ooh. There’s an idea.” And, if nothing else, Sunjata imagines nobody else would fuck with Niki if he had that half skeletal bear at his side. Not that he thinks it’s something Niki has to deal with on the regular here in the Greatwood, but you never know.
He lets the necromancer consider his question, though, and answer in a way he doesn’t entirely expect even though it still slightly makes sense he’d answer that way. “That is nice.” He agrees, knowing full well Niki hasn’t answered the question a second time. But this time, he shoots it back over and Sunjata nods. “Oh, very much so.” He answers nearly immediately.
“Frey is… everything, really. They’ve helped me through my highs and my lows, been considerate and caring and never asked more of me that they knew I couldn't give.” It was different than Safrin by a longshot and for that, he’s quietly grateful. “I owe them a lot.” Comes the other comment, one twisting the mood back toward something a little softer before he remembers he’s trying to bring the mood back up. “Though it never hurts that most of my demigod duties are done in my usual day to day.” Sure that the abandoned is wise enough to catch onto what Sunjata’s saying, he does go so far as to wink at him.
He hears Niki’s laugh though, and a part of him wants to try and draw it out of him more – seeing him liven up like this. “Ooh. There’s an idea.” And, if nothing else, Sunjata imagines nobody else would fuck with Niki if he had that half skeletal bear at his side. Not that he thinks it’s something Niki has to deal with on the regular here in the Greatwood, but you never know.
He lets the necromancer consider his question, though, and answer in a way he doesn’t entirely expect even though it still slightly makes sense he’d answer that way. “That is nice.” He agrees, knowing full well Niki hasn’t answered the question a second time. But this time, he shoots it back over and Sunjata nods. “Oh, very much so.” He answers nearly immediately.
“Frey is… everything, really. They’ve helped me through my highs and my lows, been considerate and caring and never asked more of me that they knew I couldn't give.” It was different than Safrin by a longshot and for that, he’s quietly grateful. “I owe them a lot.” Comes the other comment, one twisting the mood back toward something a little softer before he remembers he’s trying to bring the mood back up. “Though it never hurts that most of my demigod duties are done in my usual day to day.” Sure that the abandoned is wise enough to catch onto what Sunjata’s saying, he does go so far as to wink at him.
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.
