relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
“Yeah, well, mine are mostly water based.” He points out, shooting Niki a lopsided smile before he nods and huffs a quiet laugh at the idea of Niki raising more dead. “Well, there are those graves in your backyard.. I won’t tell if you don’t tell.” His voice drops down into a mischievously low hum for the necromancer’s ears only before he’s sitting back.
It’s precisely in time for him to delve into the not-so-fun and lighthearted conversation that is the iron man himself, nodding as Niki echoes the point of the Trial. “Oh, don’t be.” Sunjata says, letting the smile bloom back on his face and shakes his head. “Actually I think there’s only.. three or four physical ones?” He seems contemplative here, tilting his head to try and think, before he seems to focus back in on Niki. “The wing, the one on my face..” He pauses, before he points to the one on his neck that’s been there long enough to look the most faded, cutting a portion of his wing tattoo out and looking as though it had been tattooed over by the compass. “This one technically wasn’t by his hand but by his instruction.”
Shrugging again, he leans forward toward Niki, all easy and suave and smooth again. “I got the lightning scars from Deimos, technically, while we were fighting a sea panther in Torchline.” He can laugh about it now, even if the memory still sparks that strange nothingness feeling in the balls of his feet.
It’s precisely in time for him to delve into the not-so-fun and lighthearted conversation that is the iron man himself, nodding as Niki echoes the point of the Trial. “Oh, don’t be.” Sunjata says, letting the smile bloom back on his face and shakes his head. “Actually I think there’s only.. three or four physical ones?” He seems contemplative here, tilting his head to try and think, before he seems to focus back in on Niki. “The wing, the one on my face..” He pauses, before he points to the one on his neck that’s been there long enough to look the most faded, cutting a portion of his wing tattoo out and looking as though it had been tattooed over by the compass. “This one technically wasn’t by his hand but by his instruction.”
Shrugging again, he leans forward toward Niki, all easy and suave and smooth again. “I got the lightning scars from Deimos, technically, while we were fighting a sea panther in Torchline.” He can laugh about it now, even if the memory still sparks that strange nothingness feeling in the balls of his feet.
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
