and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
He does notice the slight tinge to her cheeks, but he says nothing of it. Instead, he focuses on the conversational topic, watching her give him a straight face. All he does is give her yet another rogue grin. “Well, Jigano had mentioned ‘the dirtier tricks of the advocates’, but essentially it’d fall under attaining information.” He offers, drifting off again as he glances toward the warmth outside, the drying sheen to his shoulders that peek from beneath his shirt. “And making sure you’re safe while you do it.” He raises those broad shoulders in a small shrug before offering her a gentler smile.
At the mention of Jigano not being surprised often, Sunjata can’t help the quiet chuckle that rasps from him as he nods. “I’m sure he didn’t.” He offers, imagining how it might rub the wrong way. But he considered Jigano a friend at the very least, had first met him when they both were blighted and recovering and Sunjata had been contemplating a step off the bone bridge – before attuning, before having the wings that could raise him from the depths. Had met him again when Lusea had gone missing, and the bard had helped him move the memory mud away from the VlamVloed before it opened, had given him the term inscribed in Korofi over the bar as a reminiscing song of the Flame and the Flood.
His gaze returns to her when she goes to fill her glass, offering the name of the Advocates with a light smile in agreement. Though the smile falters ever so slightly at the seriousness of where she takes it. He hadn’t expected that, but he nods regardless, bobbing that horned head of his with a soft smile. “Let me know when you want to train again, then.” He says lightly, with a soft smile that crosses his face at the end. “And take the rest of the day off to recoup.” A knowing look to the soreness she likely feels, the same that’s reflected in the way he moves his left arm. “Take the bow as well, I don’t need it.” A small shrug to that, filling his glass as well and taking a deep sip of it.
Then, lingering just enough to ensure that she’s settled with it all, he picks up his bow and quiver set and makes to head out toward the bar – toward a shower first and foremost.
- FIN for Sunjata!
At the mention of Jigano not being surprised often, Sunjata can’t help the quiet chuckle that rasps from him as he nods. “I’m sure he didn’t.” He offers, imagining how it might rub the wrong way. But he considered Jigano a friend at the very least, had first met him when they both were blighted and recovering and Sunjata had been contemplating a step off the bone bridge – before attuning, before having the wings that could raise him from the depths. Had met him again when Lusea had gone missing, and the bard had helped him move the memory mud away from the VlamVloed before it opened, had given him the term inscribed in Korofi over the bar as a reminiscing song of the Flame and the Flood.
His gaze returns to her when she goes to fill her glass, offering the name of the Advocates with a light smile in agreement. Though the smile falters ever so slightly at the seriousness of where she takes it. He hadn’t expected that, but he nods regardless, bobbing that horned head of his with a soft smile. “Let me know when you want to train again, then.” He says lightly, with a soft smile that crosses his face at the end. “And take the rest of the day off to recoup.” A knowing look to the soreness she likely feels, the same that’s reflected in the way he moves his left arm. “Take the bow as well, I don’t need it.” A small shrug to that, filling his glass as well and taking a deep sip of it.
Then, lingering just enough to ensure that she’s settled with it all, he picks up his bow and quiver set and makes to head out toward the bar – toward a shower first and foremost.
- FIN for Sunjata!
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bullet proof
SuNJATA
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.
