// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
“Yeah.” Sunjata says with a soft huff of a sound that could be considered an unamused laugh, but to hear that Iskra and Melita would both be there to help him does give him a moment of pause. Because he knows his niece, but he’s only met Iskra a handful of times, and something about the tone seems to suggest that maybe it’s a bit more than he’d originally imagined between them. Maybe they weren’t just good friends reconnecting, maybe they were something more, and with the way that Iskra seems to be burying his head in the sand while Melita dives straight into filling the conversation with something else other than the Debbie downer that Sunjata’d offered, it makes him think.
“I’ll let you know.” He opts for instead, shooting them a brighter smile that seems a little more like him and less like the sleepless, heartless demigod he’s become. Latching onto the topic of inspiration that Melita offers, Sunjata does find some humor in it enough to laugh lightly. “That sounds great, honestly. I’m sure Ludo’ll make it fun?” He suggests, squinting for a moment at his niece because he’d still never gone to see the trickster deity. “Lemme know if I can help, too.” He offers out just in case, right before it descends into a playful little shit talking of their mutual… friend? Friend.
Sunjata owed Jack a lot in the time he’s been in Caido, but he still thinks it’s fair to jest about the fact he’d hardly hit something despite Sunjata’s best attempts to distract the banshee. It’s partially why he’d called Ronin in, tired of the fact of not dealing enough damage. But that wasn’t here nor there, instead he latches onto the fact that they blew up some of Kaisel’s underwear and the story of the demigod day of the week.
He’s taking a sip of his drink when she tells him that he was Wednesday of all days, choking on the sip he’s trying to swallow in a fun fanfare of Iskra’s earlier attempt to choke and die – his face is red as he sits up and grins incredulously at the two. “What the fuck?? Wednesday?” He groans dramatically, like it’s the worst day. “Did… Did they have our faces on them or.. just like, the name?” He’s not sure why he wants the details, but somehow Sunjata would like to know whether or not his face isor was on them.
“I’ll let you know.” He opts for instead, shooting them a brighter smile that seems a little more like him and less like the sleepless, heartless demigod he’s become. Latching onto the topic of inspiration that Melita offers, Sunjata does find some humor in it enough to laugh lightly. “That sounds great, honestly. I’m sure Ludo’ll make it fun?” He suggests, squinting for a moment at his niece because he’d still never gone to see the trickster deity. “Lemme know if I can help, too.” He offers out just in case, right before it descends into a playful little shit talking of their mutual… friend? Friend.
Sunjata owed Jack a lot in the time he’s been in Caido, but he still thinks it’s fair to jest about the fact he’d hardly hit something despite Sunjata’s best attempts to distract the banshee. It’s partially why he’d called Ronin in, tired of the fact of not dealing enough damage. But that wasn’t here nor there, instead he latches onto the fact that they blew up some of Kaisel’s underwear and the story of the demigod day of the week.
He’s taking a sip of his drink when she tells him that he was Wednesday of all days, choking on the sip he’s trying to swallow in a fun fanfare of Iskra’s earlier attempt to choke and die – his face is red as he sits up and grins incredulously at the two. “What the fuck?? Wednesday?” He groans dramatically, like it’s the worst day. “Did… Did they have our faces on them or.. just like, the name?” He’s not sure why he wants the details, but somehow Sunjata would like to know whether or not his face is
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
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.
