SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
He draws silent after he explains the situation, the way that Aurelia takes the information and mulls it over, hearing the chuckle at the mention of Nate kicking Jack’s ass. Already she gets bonus points in his mind for that alone. Her raised eyebrow is met with a Cheshire grin – Sunjata’s scars easily on display in case she didn’t believe him – one shoulder missing part of its ink, a red and splotchy burn mark settled on it with the appearance of tentacles.
“That’ll immediately put you on their good side at least.” Sunjata rumbles, still leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other easily as he regards her. “If it helps, my niece is part of the crew. Her name’s Melita.” The red haired girl – while not technically his niece, still had blood ties that trailed back to Korofi, the very same place that Sunjata was born. Her father, the very same that had him captured in the rebellion, that had taken almost everything from him.
The mention of learning from Nate, though, that grants a crookedly boyish smile along his face. “He’s around. His name’s Nate. He runs the clinic down the street.” He offers the information easily, fingers tapping along the edge of his leg idly. “The Slagveld is always open for those that wish to train as well. Nate spends quite a bit of time here, too.” Because, well, they lived here for the time being until they built their new home.
“That’ll immediately put you on their good side at least.” Sunjata rumbles, still leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other easily as he regards her. “If it helps, my niece is part of the crew. Her name’s Melita.” The red haired girl – while not technically his niece, still had blood ties that trailed back to Korofi, the very same place that Sunjata was born. Her father, the very same that had him captured in the rebellion, that had taken almost everything from him.
The mention of learning from Nate, though, that grants a crookedly boyish smile along his face. “He’s around. His name’s Nate. He runs the clinic down the street.” He offers the information easily, fingers tapping along the edge of his leg idly. “The Slagveld is always open for those that wish to train as well. Nate spends quite a bit of time here, too.” Because, well, they lived here for the time being until they built their new home.
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.
