SuNjATA
the flood
“Only sometimes.” Sunjata winks to Iskra with a smirk. But his gaze flits to his niece as he informs him that she’d just been telling him that she’d suggested it to him. Humming a soft laugh and nodding, he folds his arms across his chest, glancing over through the crowd to see Deimos in question, before he’s looking back at Melita and completely missing the previous possible choking incident with enough time for her to recover completely.
He grins to her before shrugging. “I’ll try. No idea, though. I think she randomizes it?” He murmurs, brows pinching as he thinks back on it. “I got Charlie last time which was fun.” The Ancient priestess had always been a good time, but as he scans the crowd he can’t find her amongst the rest.
“Is Deimos participating?” He asks, looking over at Iskra now curiously.
He grins to her before shrugging. “I’ll try. No idea, though. I think she randomizes it?” He murmurs, brows pinching as he thinks back on it. “I got Charlie last time which was fun.” The Ancient priestess had always been a good time, but as he scans the crowd he can’t find her amongst the rest.
“Is Deimos participating?” He asks, looking over at Iskra now curiously.
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
