SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
“A fair thing to be.” Comes the easy rumble. He was wary too – simply telling people he was a hunter rather than a bounty hunter when he’d joined – not delving into too much of his history, too many people in his past having used it against him, manipulated him into doing a variety of things he wouldn’t otherwise do. Now, however, he’s been here long enough that things had slipped, he’d found his circle, he’d moved up in the world and made a name for himself.
It was only a bit ironic that the moniker Flood still fit, was something the people here chose to call him too.
He leans back in his chair, feigning dramatics at the mention of Halo and the cold, goosebumps rising along tattooed skin, the galaxies swirling within the waves. “I think we’ll get along quite well.” Sunjata offers her an encouraging smile, an understanding of needing to get ones bearings. There was a lot to learn in Caido, a lot he’d learned the hard way – if the scars that spanned his body were any indication of it.
But her question, of Jack, has a brow raising, a long pause before he’s chuckling under his breath. He downs the rest of the whiskey in his glass with relative ease before setting the glass back down. Running aa hand through his hair, he focuses on her. “Before I became Governor, I was… The Arbiter here. I had a deal with Jack that I wouldn’t get involved in his shit if he didn’t get involved in mine. But a fight broke out in the Port and I went to break it up, accidentally cut a guy’s face in the process.” He trails off, unsure if she knew who Zeph was, but the scar that trailed down the mans face was certainly an indicator.
“It was purely an accident, but shit happens. Jack came and kicked my ass for it. Then, pissed, my husband –” He trails off with another laugh of amusement spreading across his face. “Went and kicked Jack’s ass. Which meant that Nate and I had to go help some of Jack’s crew in Rae’s Fingers, the tunnels. We fought an octopus made of lava.” His head tilts down to peer at his shoulder, his feathers disappear to reveal the tattooed feathers, the shoulder where a large burn scar has torn out the ink. “I got a bit fucked up. Essentially, they left us down there to find our own way out.” The shoulders rise and fall in a shrug with that, a half-smirk sent Aurelia’s way. “Let’s just say Jack and I aren’t each other’s biggest fans.”
It was only a bit ironic that the moniker Flood still fit, was something the people here chose to call him too.
He leans back in his chair, feigning dramatics at the mention of Halo and the cold, goosebumps rising along tattooed skin, the galaxies swirling within the waves. “I think we’ll get along quite well.” Sunjata offers her an encouraging smile, an understanding of needing to get ones bearings. There was a lot to learn in Caido, a lot he’d learned the hard way – if the scars that spanned his body were any indication of it.
But her question, of Jack, has a brow raising, a long pause before he’s chuckling under his breath. He downs the rest of the whiskey in his glass with relative ease before setting the glass back down. Running aa hand through his hair, he focuses on her. “Before I became Governor, I was… The Arbiter here. I had a deal with Jack that I wouldn’t get involved in his shit if he didn’t get involved in mine. But a fight broke out in the Port and I went to break it up, accidentally cut a guy’s face in the process.” He trails off, unsure if she knew who Zeph was, but the scar that trailed down the mans face was certainly an indicator.
“It was purely an accident, but shit happens. Jack came and kicked my ass for it. Then, pissed, my husband –” He trails off with another laugh of amusement spreading across his face. “Went and kicked Jack’s ass. Which meant that Nate and I had to go help some of Jack’s crew in Rae’s Fingers, the tunnels. We fought an octopus made of lava.” His head tilts down to peer at his shoulder, his feathers disappear to reveal the tattooed feathers, the shoulder where a large burn scar has torn out the ink. “I got a bit fucked up. Essentially, they left us down there to find our own way out.” The shoulders rise and fall in a shrug with that, a half-smirk sent Aurelia’s way. “Let’s just say Jack and I aren’t each other’s biggest fans.”
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
