SuNjATA
the flood
If Sunjata’s being honest, he’s not exactly expecting as cheerful of a reaction – but he still manages to smile to Oliver regardless of it. “Sure.” He snorts, nodding his head along with the idea of it. Perhaps then they could find out what he is. What their purpose here is. Whatever questions Oliver might have. But Oliver asks more questions, mentioning the races, and Sunjata nods once more. “Attuned can turn into animals. And no, I didn’t get to choose. She just… Pulled away and I was what I was.” A chuckle leaves him as he shakes his head to that.
“Accepted are what I was, I guess. Nothing special like I mentioned before.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Abandoned are ones with magic. Like Lusea. And then there’s the Ascended, that aren’t quite… Like us. Their blood isn’t like ours, they can’t feel pain, but that’s about as far as I know.” He mentions, recalling Lucas and everything the man had about him in regards to the Ascended. But he’s fairly unaware of it all if he’s being honest.
He doesn’t seem to mind too much, being Attuned now and all that. But he does hope he has a bit more of a fiercer next skin, rather than a macaw.
His head tilts toward Oliver as he thinks over the Guild as a possible place to stay, and when Ollie pins him with the question Sunjata’s brows lift in silent surprise. “I mean… Ultimately it’s up to you. Where would you rather be? I can’t make that decision for you.” His shoulders rise and fall in a light shrug at it, eyes scanning Oliver’s face briefly to see what his inclination might be.
“Accepted are what I was, I guess. Nothing special like I mentioned before.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Abandoned are ones with magic. Like Lusea. And then there’s the Ascended, that aren’t quite… Like us. Their blood isn’t like ours, they can’t feel pain, but that’s about as far as I know.” He mentions, recalling Lucas and everything the man had about him in regards to the Ascended. But he’s fairly unaware of it all if he’s being honest.
He doesn’t seem to mind too much, being Attuned now and all that. But he does hope he has a bit more of a fiercer next skin, rather than a macaw.
His head tilts toward Oliver as he thinks over the Guild as a possible place to stay, and when Ollie pins him with the question Sunjata’s brows lift in silent surprise. “I mean… Ultimately it’s up to you. Where would you rather be? I can’t make that decision for you.” His shoulders rise and fall in a light shrug at it, eyes scanning Oliver’s face briefly to see what his inclination might be.
a little rebellion
now and then
is a good thing
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.
