you were forged in fire // and you rose from the ashes
murder and mercy rolled into one
It’s a late night, dark and seemingly quiet as Sunjata wanders the Port. He’s aimless, nothing in mind aside from the lingering warmth of the day despite the fresh scent of rain that bombarded the senses. It’s late, the moon shining behind those stormy clouds overhead, hands in his pocket as he focuses on the familiar pathway home. There’s not much else that he decides to stay around for, having already picked up a few things from the merchants earlier on in the day. Now? It’s just the usual rounds.
The usual rounds because he’s the Arbiter and is supposed to keep an eye on things, make sure things stay the same. So he keeps his daggers in his belt, keeps them close within drawing distance (almost like pistols if he had them here, still infinitely jealous of Adam and the guns that the man had managed to bring with him), a pair of pants, and a shirt. Nothing else was needed, sure that he could simply shift and leave, depart at a moments notice if he had to. He could shift into his bat shift and blend in with the night and nobody else would be none the wiser.
For now, however, he wanders. Aimlessly again, peeking into the shops as they begin to close up and the more shadier businesses arrive for their own sort of midnight dealings – ones he consciously keeps his focus away on.
The usual rounds because he’s the Arbiter and is supposed to keep an eye on things, make sure things stay the same. So he keeps his daggers in his belt, keeps them close within drawing distance (almost like pistols if he had them here, still infinitely jealous of Adam and the guns that the man had managed to bring with him), a pair of pants, and a shirt. Nothing else was needed, sure that he could simply shift and leave, depart at a moments notice if he had to. He could shift into his bat shift and blend in with the night and nobody else would be none the wiser.
For now, however, he wanders. Aimlessly again, peeking into the shops as they begin to close up and the more shadier businesses arrive for their own sort of midnight dealings – ones he consciously keeps his focus away on.
which way is up?
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.
