SUNJATA
the flood
Having not been a part of the dream sequence that the adventure into the Peepholes had, Sunjata was somewhat familiar with the bits and pieces Melita had strewn together for him. But it hadn’t been enough to occupy his thoughts more fully, not as he drifts along Torchline’s bustling city. Indulging in the warmth and lack of snow, the brine scent on the air, the variety of people simply just living or visiting and intermingled in a perfect tourist trap that he’d been familiar with from when he’d ruled here.
Half amused to watch the seen, though, he sees a familiar face slip through and head toward the stalls, Sunjata finds himself following a short distance as Deimos stops at a stall and snags some goodies for himself, bartering with an old sun faced merchant in particular when Sunjata sidles up beside him. “Hey, how’s it going?” He asks, shooting a lopsided smile to Deimos in greeting.
Half amused to watch the seen, though, he sees a familiar face slip through and head toward the stalls, Sunjata finds himself following a short distance as Deimos stops at a stall and snags some goodies for himself, bartering with an old sun faced merchant in particular when Sunjata sidles up beside him. “Hey, how’s it going?” He asks, shooting a lopsided smile to Deimos in greeting.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
