SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
The first party of the season that Sunjata can remember, really, and it seems like the perfect opportunity to give one of those little vials Frey had given him a try. He hasn’t taken it yet, wanting to get a general feel for the party first before delving in, but the item sits nearly weightless in his pocket as he steps up onto the Ark. Between the flames, the singing, the dancing and stomping, it’s quite a vibrant affair that Sunjata finds perfect for the evening he’s intending on having.
He scouts out Jack among the mix, snagging a drink that wouldn’t do much at all to himyet and takes a sip of it as he steps up alongside the Captain. “Nice party, Jack.” He hums, shooting him a lopsided smile. He doesn’t wear a scarf like the Captain does, but he is dressed up in a thick turtleneck, dark blue that soaks up the heat as much as it keeps it. “Celebrating something specific or just the end of the year?” He asks as he rummages around in his other pocket for a cigarette to slip between his lips and light.
He scouts out Jack among the mix, snagging a drink that wouldn’t do much at all to him
'cause i might make a move
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.
