SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
A small smile is given to Weaver at her comment of Torchline, hardly able to imagine the woman among the sands and heat — not burrowed up to her neck in scarves and furs. But before long Sunjata is giving her a bit of a history lesson of Korofi, pausing only when he explains the trial and what occurred during one — gaze flickering up to ensure she’s understood, has no questions other than the horror most people did. And she nods to him to continue, so his gaze flickers back down to the cigarette between his fingers, picking up where he left off.
“So ten years ago, I won my trial. And I hated everything about it. My father who wanted nothing more than me to perish in the trial suddenly praising me for winning it. I went into further training to become the Arbiter, and at nights I’d research and rewrite my own laws that I wanted to implement when I got there.” A drag off the cigarette and a heavy exhale. “So then they stationed me on the front lines to try and figure out where the resistance was forming, to end it before it really got to begin. And I found it… Eventually, though I didn’t tell anyone. I joined them instead, starting off as a boxer for their illegal gambling rings. They didn’t trust me, being a Senzaok and all of that. But one day I got stabbed in the ring and blacked out, and when I woke up I was on a bar table in the back and Lusea was there stitching me up.” A snort leaves him, shaking his head, a ghost of a smile crossing his face.
“She told me she didn’t trust me. That I was an idiot… things of that nature. I thought she was an angel. Long dark hair, eyes like flint, fiery bronze skin. Quite tall, but everyone from Korofi was compared to here. ” A louder laugh to this as he flicks the ash from his cigarette and lifts his gaze to Weaver. “So I did what any reasonable man would do, and I kept getting fucked up in the ring just to see her and talk to her.”
“So ten years ago, I won my trial. And I hated everything about it. My father who wanted nothing more than me to perish in the trial suddenly praising me for winning it. I went into further training to become the Arbiter, and at nights I’d research and rewrite my own laws that I wanted to implement when I got there.” A drag off the cigarette and a heavy exhale. “So then they stationed me on the front lines to try and figure out where the resistance was forming, to end it before it really got to begin. And I found it… Eventually, though I didn’t tell anyone. I joined them instead, starting off as a boxer for their illegal gambling rings. They didn’t trust me, being a Senzaok and all of that. But one day I got stabbed in the ring and blacked out, and when I woke up I was on a bar table in the back and Lusea was there stitching me up.” A snort leaves him, shaking his head, a ghost of a smile crossing his face.
“She told me she didn’t trust me. That I was an idiot… things of that nature. I thought she was an angel. Long dark hair, eyes like flint, fiery bronze skin. Quite tall, but everyone from Korofi was compared to here. ” A louder laugh to this as he flicks the ash from his cigarette and lifts his gaze to Weaver. “So I did what any reasonable man would do, and I kept getting fucked up in the ring just to see her and talk to her.”
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
