so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?
i can't open up to you
Sunjata’s one of those, even if he doesn’t admit it. Much as he loathes his home world and the events that had lead him to harboring far more trauma than he leads on, he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t nice to revisit it now and again. “It can be.” He agrees without giving more up, but the smile on his face might seem a touch softer with the idea than anticipated.
Fresh air, though, was something everyone needed now and then – even if the heat of the season tended to be overwhelming right now, he imagines a cooler room can’t hurt in the slightest. At least, not for comfort, and as Niki offers Petronella all the scritches she desires to sate her feline attention, Sunjata brightens with the acceptance. “Oh no, they can handle themselves these days for the most part.” And besides, he’d love a distraction away from all of the ice making.
Shifting to turn so he can guide Niki to one of the closest rooms that’s available without too much work or stairs, Sunjata’s pace is mindful of the Abandoned and perhaps a touch distracted while Petronella scrabbles to get up onto his shoulders – a few quiet hissed out “ow”-s leaving him with her claws that dig in for purchase.
“Alright, here we are.” Sunjata says, opening the door and letting Niki step in first. The room itself is normal – a bed, four walls, impeccably clean. “All you gotta do is imagine a place you want to be or make any adjustments to said spot. I’ll start to give you an idea.” For science, obviously. But given that he’s fairly confident Niki chose the suggestion of a library, he latches onto that thought as he begins to imagine the space he wants it to be.
Before their eyes, the room turns into a vast expanse of a library with arching architecture and a sensation of being old and entirely not from Caido. It’s similar enough to the library that used to sit in Stormbreak, only the words along the spine are in a language that Niki likely doesn’t know. Made of stone and marble, lit by sconces all throughout, there’s the occasional window to view a rain-soaked metropolis of a city and the scent of old paper and pens and pencils that fill the space with the quiet pitter patter of rain against the panes of glass. “This was the family library I had growing up.” He murmurs softly, shooting Niki an easy smile and bends to send Petronella down so she can go chase the rats that occasionally found their way inside (whether they were real or not).
The library looks a lot like this
Fresh air, though, was something everyone needed now and then – even if the heat of the season tended to be overwhelming right now, he imagines a cooler room can’t hurt in the slightest. At least, not for comfort, and as Niki offers Petronella all the scritches she desires to sate her feline attention, Sunjata brightens with the acceptance. “Oh no, they can handle themselves these days for the most part.” And besides, he’d love a distraction away from all of the ice making.
Shifting to turn so he can guide Niki to one of the closest rooms that’s available without too much work or stairs, Sunjata’s pace is mindful of the Abandoned and perhaps a touch distracted while Petronella scrabbles to get up onto his shoulders – a few quiet hissed out “ow”-s leaving him with her claws that dig in for purchase.
“Alright, here we are.” Sunjata says, opening the door and letting Niki step in first. The room itself is normal – a bed, four walls, impeccably clean. “All you gotta do is imagine a place you want to be or make any adjustments to said spot. I’ll start to give you an idea.” For science, obviously. But given that he’s fairly confident Niki chose the suggestion of a library, he latches onto that thought as he begins to imagine the space he wants it to be.
Before their eyes, the room turns into a vast expanse of a library with arching architecture and a sensation of being old and entirely not from Caido. It’s similar enough to the library that used to sit in Stormbreak, only the words along the spine are in a language that Niki likely doesn’t know. Made of stone and marble, lit by sconces all throughout, there’s the occasional window to view a rain-soaked metropolis of a city and the scent of old paper and pens and pencils that fill the space with the quiet pitter patter of rain against the panes of glass. “This was the family library I had growing up.” He murmurs softly, shooting Niki an easy smile and bends to send Petronella down so she can go chase the rats that occasionally found their way inside (whether they were real or not).
The library looks a lot like this
me and my friends are lonely
i always figured i'd be the one to die alone
SUNJATA
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.
