SuNJATA
the flood
He’d become the leader of the Guild briefly, for a moment before he’d lost the one that would’ve proudly stood beside him, helped to calculate and call the shots. But he has to do it alone now, alone aside from the misfits that still held a helping hand in the way the Hollowed Grounds were. And with the help of Hotaru? Of forming a plan despite his near permanent drunken state, the results of the meeting that had occurred, the question that Loren has offered them a job? Well, it calls for a meeting.
The first meeting, with him at the helm. And so he sends his whispers out, a mention of finding him here to go over things. Nothing in detail of course, but enough to get the word out. And he waits, sitting in the chair behind the main desk, the book he’d so diligently worked on settled in front of him, looking every inch like hell but if you look close enough you can tell an attempt was made.
HotaruPeter Adam
The first meeting, with him at the helm. And so he sends his whispers out, a mention of finding him here to go over things. Nothing in detail of course, but enough to get the word out. And he waits, sitting in the chair behind the main desk, the book he’d so diligently worked on settled in front of him, looking every inch like hell but if you look close enough you can tell an attempt was made.
Hotaru
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
