all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
There’s a slight nod of understanding as she begins, mentioning that Safrin told her the Voice was bad. But how she liked Letha, someone Sunjata hadn’t met yet… But the idea of her mother being mad at her if she made Ascended friends resonates something with him as he frowns and swallows against what kind of implication the anger of Safrin might have for something like this. He doesn’t know how she’d react, he didn’t know his goddess all that well to be able to guestimate.
“The Voice… Did a lot of bad things a long time ago.” He begins to explain, a muscle feathering in his jaw. “But some of the Ascended’s that arrive here are Ascended by no fault of their own. They just… Popped in that way. I don’t think they’re to blame if they didn’t have a choice in the matter, do you? As for the rest who had chosen to...” He asks with a tilt of his head, some kind of awkwardness overcoming him as he thinks of those that had changed, like Nate, and some kind of stone begins to settle in his stomach.
“I’m friends with a few Ascended.” He offers instead, swallowing hard and rubbing at his neck again, resting his hand on the back of it as he sighs through his nose. “I’m not sure how much your mother knows of that, but... I tend to judge people by... What’s inside.” He taps at his chest, over his heart, where an arrow tattoo sits beneath the shirt he wears. “Makes things easier that way, don’t you think?”
“The Voice… Did a lot of bad things a long time ago.” He begins to explain, a muscle feathering in his jaw. “But some of the Ascended’s that arrive here are Ascended by no fault of their own. They just… Popped in that way. I don’t think they’re to blame if they didn’t have a choice in the matter, do you? As for the rest who had chosen to...” He asks with a tilt of his head, some kind of awkwardness overcoming him as he thinks of those that had changed, like Nate, and some kind of stone begins to settle in his stomach.
“I’m friends with a few Ascended.” He offers instead, swallowing hard and rubbing at his neck again, resting his hand on the back of it as he sighs through his nose. “I’m not sure how much your mother knows of that, but... I tend to judge people by... What’s inside.” He taps at his chest, over his heart, where an arrow tattoo sits beneath the shirt he wears. “Makes things easier that way, don’t you think?”
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.
