you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
Another small hum of thanks is given toward Vai for the condolences. He’s not sure where it would have left him, knowing that he’d want to be a part of the child’s life… but after everything? After all of it? It was hard to say where things would even stand. So instead, he moves on, offering up bits and pieces of his history to her in a way that sort of makes sense — to his drunken state and having lived through it.
All he can really manage is to keep her gaze for a bit while he explains, before she’s turning her head away and he’s turning his too — up toward the clouds as the rain continues to pour. He blinks against the raindrops briefly as he debates answering her question about the Trial, and inevitably it wears out. “The Trial is when they’d take all the noble boys and whomever else could afford to enter at seventeen years old, throw them into a pit, and the last one alive wins.” He explains, lifting a hand to rub at his neck, over the compass tattoos.
“And the resistance was to overthrow my father and put in a better system. And it worked for a while until my girl and I were captured.” A rise and fall of his shoulders given to the air and rain around them.
All he can really manage is to keep her gaze for a bit while he explains, before she’s turning her head away and he’s turning his too — up toward the clouds as the rain continues to pour. He blinks against the raindrops briefly as he debates answering her question about the Trial, and inevitably it wears out. “The Trial is when they’d take all the noble boys and whomever else could afford to enter at seventeen years old, throw them into a pit, and the last one alive wins.” He explains, lifting a hand to rub at his neck, over the compass tattoos.
“And the resistance was to overthrow my father and put in a better system. And it worked for a while until my girl and I were captured.” A rise and fall of his shoulders given to the air and rain around them.
so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow
and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know
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.
