SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
He can’t give anything, not yet, not with it too fresh and not knowing exactly what he’s walking into. And he sighs with the idea of it, being incapable of answering this when it should be simple. But the fact of the matter is that Sunjata has no idea quite how bad the problem is, what kind of steps might be taken in gradual momentum to try and make it better. And he sighs to Nate’s challenge, glancing back to the water briefly as he works his jaw a small amount. “I don’t know what it’ll be yet.” He offers, clearly unhappy with the answer.
At least he’s honest.
But he listens when the real worry begins to seep through – and Sunjata has thought of that, has seen his fellow enforcers fall down that path and be unable to try and keep them on the right track. He understands, though it doesn’t make the conversation any lighter. “I’ll absolutely try.” A quiet vow – because what good was it if he tried to set an example and everyone beneath him simply turned it around to benefit themselves and not who they should be working for or toward?
But the pause, and the way Nate’s head shifts toward the moon as well – though they’re looking at different things, Sunjata always absently searching the stars. He simply listens to him, gaze flickering back toward Nate with that hint of information. Because they’d been on opposing sides, had Sunjata been in America in the similar position, had Nate been in Korofi in a similar position.
He might try to go toward a more relaxed posture, though Sunjata doesn’t quite trust it yet, the idea of different ideas and different experiences rebounding along the Attuned’s mind. And he huffs out a sigh, feeling a bit touchy with how this conversation had hit so fucking close to home, he reaches over to Nate, trying to pull the Ascended closer to him. “I wanted to see if maybe you wanted to help when… Well, when I see what the problems are.” He offers quietly, unsure how the question will be received. “From your experience and mine.”
At least he’s honest.
But he listens when the real worry begins to seep through – and Sunjata has thought of that, has seen his fellow enforcers fall down that path and be unable to try and keep them on the right track. He understands, though it doesn’t make the conversation any lighter. “I’ll absolutely try.” A quiet vow – because what good was it if he tried to set an example and everyone beneath him simply turned it around to benefit themselves and not who they should be working for or toward?
But the pause, and the way Nate’s head shifts toward the moon as well – though they’re looking at different things, Sunjata always absently searching the stars. He simply listens to him, gaze flickering back toward Nate with that hint of information. Because they’d been on opposing sides, had Sunjata been in America in the similar position, had Nate been in Korofi in a similar position.
He might try to go toward a more relaxed posture, though Sunjata doesn’t quite trust it yet, the idea of different ideas and different experiences rebounding along the Attuned’s mind. And he huffs out a sigh, feeling a bit touchy with how this conversation had hit so fucking close to home, he reaches over to Nate, trying to pull the Ascended closer to him. “I wanted to see if maybe you wanted to help when… Well, when I see what the problems are.” He offers quietly, unsure how the question will be received. “From your experience and mine.”
'cause i might make a move
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.
