SUNJATA
Torchline. Yet again. He can’t seem to stay away from the place since he’d arrived here – traveling back to the Grounds had been like a dark cloud crossing the sun among the sunshine. And he always seemed to find himself looking toward the Spire as though he were simply waiting for the day he might not need to come back. So to Torchline, yet again, he goes.
The Hanged Man had been a relative staple each time he’d been here, and with it he’d compared it to his own bar back in the Grounds. Whether it was subconscious or not, Sunjata doesn’t particularly care. He finds himself here, trading something for a drink, before he grabs his glass and scans all of the patrons out of sheer interest.
He too is dressed in Torchline appropriate attire – a sleeveless shirt and shorts, built and born for this weather, pleased to indulge within it a fair amount. He can breathe easier now and found that swimming hadn’t made him sick or return to the coughing fits he’d grown so used to over time. And with it? He felt the best he had in a long time. Even if along his neck and wrists there were a series of bite marks and certainly no ring on his finger.
Which means spotting the person he does, is awkward. But he hadn’t seen the summoner in quite some time, and with everything that’s happened to the Launceleyn, he can’t not go over to his friend and see how he is. So he takes his drink, sets it on the bar top beside the summoner, before settling in one of the seats with his back to the bar, pulls out a cigarette and lights it before letting his steel gaze slip over toward the man. “Hey Loren.” He offers in greeting.
The Hanged Man had been a relative staple each time he’d been here, and with it he’d compared it to his own bar back in the Grounds. Whether it was subconscious or not, Sunjata doesn’t particularly care. He finds himself here, trading something for a drink, before he grabs his glass and scans all of the patrons out of sheer interest.
He too is dressed in Torchline appropriate attire – a sleeveless shirt and shorts, built and born for this weather, pleased to indulge within it a fair amount. He can breathe easier now and found that swimming hadn’t made him sick or return to the coughing fits he’d grown so used to over time. And with it? He felt the best he had in a long time. Even if along his neck and wrists there were a series of bite marks and certainly no ring on his finger.
Which means spotting the person he does, is awkward. But he hadn’t seen the summoner in quite some time, and with everything that’s happened to the Launceleyn, he can’t not go over to his friend and see how he is. So he takes his drink, sets it on the bar top beside the summoner, before settling in one of the seats with his back to the bar, pulls out a cigarette and lights it before letting his steel gaze slip over toward the man. “Hey Loren.” He offers in greeting.
i no longer know if i wish to drown myself
in love, vodka, or the sea
in love, vodka, or the sea
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.
