SUNJATA
the flood
there was a moment, a hole opened in the sky
a chance to join that pantheon
a chance to join that pantheon
“Handle him however you want.” Sunjata remarks with a light hum of a laugh, a slight roll of his shoulders offered as he glances toward Jack with a wry smirk. “Won’t see me doing anything about it.” He half mumbles at the end, though the amusement with the thought of it is almost palpable to him – lips quirking in a small smirk as he enters the establishment.
He fills the crate in front of him, a bit slower than he’d like, but its still progress. Steel gaze lifts toward Jack to watch the crates the other man fills head out, as well as the ones that Nate seems to go through. And once Sunjata’s done enough of the crates – slipping over toward Nate and reciprocating the light touch. “Mind taking the crates I filled outside?” A raise of his brow, a small boyish grin flashed toward Nate, before he’s slipping away toward the ice cream fiasco.
And subsequently makes a pile of it, leaving it in the corner for whatever Billie wanted to do with it – though Sunjata much preferred the idea of setting it out in the Torchline sun and watching it melt – before he’s moving on again. “If he’s not here to grab it before it’s gone, that’s on him.” Sunjata mutters to those around him, gesturing with a tilt of his head toward the pile of ice cream in the corner.
The rest of it though could continue to be moved and taken outside if it seemed important enough. But Sunjata heads straight outside, ready to help load the crates onto a sled of sorts, to be dragged out of the way of where the canal would come through.
Alright, grab the rest of the leftovers inside the house and we can start moving everything away! (I hope i'm doing this right xD)
He fills the crate in front of him, a bit slower than he’d like, but its still progress. Steel gaze lifts toward Jack to watch the crates the other man fills head out, as well as the ones that Nate seems to go through. And once Sunjata’s done enough of the crates – slipping over toward Nate and reciprocating the light touch. “Mind taking the crates I filled outside?” A raise of his brow, a small boyish grin flashed toward Nate, before he’s slipping away toward the ice cream fiasco.
And subsequently makes a pile of it, leaving it in the corner for whatever Billie wanted to do with it – though Sunjata much preferred the idea of setting it out in the Torchline sun and watching it melt – before he’s moving on again. “If he’s not here to grab it before it’s gone, that’s on him.” Sunjata mutters to those around him, gesturing with a tilt of his head toward the pile of ice cream in the corner.
The rest of it though could continue to be moved and taken outside if it seemed important enough. But Sunjata heads straight outside, ready to help load the crates onto a sled of sorts, to be dragged out of the way of where the canal would come through.
Alright, grab the rest of the leftovers inside the house and we can start moving everything away! (I hope i'm doing this right xD)
for all the times they never heard your battlecry
now be an angel, sing along
now be an angel, sing along
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.
