all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
It’s before they leave for the Grounds, and Sunjata’s making a mental check of Torchline to make sure there are no more troublemakers before he leaves it in Vai’s hands. So he takes to the skies, in his macaw form — unassuming as it was, given the variety of colorful birds that often flew across Torchline, when he spots a shock of fiery hair by the pools, slowly circling down until he touches the sand a few paces down.
He shifts back into himself, approaching on the last half of the word that leaves Melita’s lips, brows furrowing in some hidden bit of confusion. She peers into the water and he wonders what it is she finds. “Mel?” He asks quietly, announcing his presence as he steps closer. “You alright, heuningby?” It’s a quieter question, finding it rather obvious that things were somewhat awry, but not knowing what. He glances around the pools in search of anything that might be the reason for distraction.
He shifts back into himself, approaching on the last half of the word that leaves Melita’s lips, brows furrowing in some hidden bit of confusion. She peers into the water and he wonders what it is she finds. “Mel?” He asks quietly, announcing his presence as he steps closer. “You alright, heuningby?” It’s a quieter question, finding it rather obvious that things were somewhat awry, but not knowing what. He glances around the pools in search of anything that might be the reason for distraction.
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.
