SUNJATA
The changing of seasons certainly brought quite a bit of things out in Torchline – but without the dreary cold of the Grounds, he finds it still feels quite like home. With it, a sleeveless shirt and pants adorn his own body, a furnace in his own right to keep him warm without much else. He carries a couple bottles of whiskey with him, slipping around the edge of the building with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, aiming to replenish some of the stock here he’d brought from the VlamVloed.
He doesn’t expect to find anyone here, and when he spots Remi he glances around quickly to scout for Ronin. When he doesn’t find the hunter on his quick glance, slipping toward the back to put the bottles away, he pulls the cigarette from his lips and turns to look at Remi with a quiet rogue smirk. “Thinking about going in?” He asks with a tilt of his head, expelling a plume of smoke through his nose as he walks toward the other edge of the ring, steel eyes scouting Remi’s face.
He doesn’t expect to find anyone here, and when he spots Remi he glances around quickly to scout for Ronin. When he doesn’t find the hunter on his quick glance, slipping toward the back to put the bottles away, he pulls the cigarette from his lips and turns to look at Remi with a quiet rogue smirk. “Thinking about going in?” He asks with a tilt of his head, expelling a plume of smoke through his nose as he walks toward the other edge of the ring, steel eyes scouting Remi’s face.
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.
