SUNJATA
Bag of pears in his hand, and the notebook tucked away, Jata’s first attempt is to go to the Shrine and seek out Frey before an awkward and likely lengthy introduction to Remi and Ronin. He wasn’t sure how much Phoebe had told Remi about him, but Jata was certain it would be… A conversation. So the god, despite his nervousness at it, was his best option at first. Cross it off the list, go to the next. But his demeanor changes ever so slightly the further he gets toward the Oasis in the Glade and heads toward the shrine, not sure what to even say when he gets there.
He’s never prayed before.
He reaches what looks like a Shrine, and he places the pears there before standing back and rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve uh, never done this before.” He mentions at first. “But Frey, if you’re out there listening, there’s a problem with Phoebe.” He pauses, brows knitting as he exhales, finding it incredibly awkward feeling to be mostly talking to himself. “I don’t know what to do, or if you can help, or what...?”
He’s never prayed before.
He reaches what looks like a Shrine, and he places the pears there before standing back and rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve uh, never done this before.” He mentions at first. “But Frey, if you’re out there listening, there’s a problem with Phoebe.” He pauses, brows knitting as he exhales, finding it incredibly awkward feeling to be mostly talking to himself. “I don’t know what to do, or if you can help, or what...?”
boy with gunsmoke
for breath, boy with
rebellion in your bones
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.
