SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
A low hum leaves him in a quiet chuckle at her response, a bob of his head and a rogue smirk splashing across his face. “Not too different.” He agrees easily. He already wasn’t the cleanest person, deals made here and there between his rule, his guild, and the smugglers via Jack. They all went hand in hand and he was simply there to play a face, only to have another hidden in shadow behind.
He does offer her a snort at the mention of bureaucrats, an almost exhausted sigh leaving him. “It’s a shame, really.” He murmurs with all the playfulness as they climb along the pathway, as the jungle begins to grow both dense and open the closer to the cliffs they got. He guides her still, glancing back toward the man that accompanies them who appears as though he’d never wanted to show up in the first place.
At least, if the glare was any indication.
There’s a louder laugh that leaves him. “A few. Though most of my entertainment comes from the ring.” He offers Iris honestly, flashing a wicked smirk her way. Yes, most of his entertainment came from the boxing ring, with training and both kicking people’s asses and having his own handed back. But he guides them through a set of trees that dangle over the edge of the cliffs, pausing to glance down them and to the rest of Torchline in the distance as he mulls it over. “Hmm, somewhere around here perhaps.” And he stands still, dark brow raised at the man holding the smoker, still trying to figure out what it is they’re searching for.
He does offer her a snort at the mention of bureaucrats, an almost exhausted sigh leaving him. “It’s a shame, really.” He murmurs with all the playfulness as they climb along the pathway, as the jungle begins to grow both dense and open the closer to the cliffs they got. He guides her still, glancing back toward the man that accompanies them who appears as though he’d never wanted to show up in the first place.
At least, if the glare was any indication.
There’s a louder laugh that leaves him. “A few. Though most of my entertainment comes from the ring.” He offers Iris honestly, flashing a wicked smirk her way. Yes, most of his entertainment came from the boxing ring, with training and both kicking people’s asses and having his own handed back. But he guides them through a set of trees that dangle over the edge of the cliffs, pausing to glance down them and to the rest of Torchline in the distance as he mulls it over. “Hmm, somewhere around here perhaps.” And he stands still, dark brow raised at the man holding the smoker, still trying to figure out what it is they’re searching for.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
