SUNJATA
the flood
A dark brow raises to Declan at the mention of not playing cards or games. “Well that’s just dull.” He comments with a bit of amusement, but it fades quickly as the other man fixes a fold on his shirt, Sunjata remaining idly against the pillar, idly dragging from the cigarette – eyes focused and locked on the courier as if he needs to keep the man in sight. “Is that so?” He asks, head tilting avianlike.
Sunjata remains silent, however, waiting to see what exactly the other man wanted to know. As for playing a game without the rules, Sunjata gets it, and the admission from Declan does spark a ghosting curl of a smirk to cross his lips. The information, however, isn’t secret – this part at least – and so it’s easy for the Flood to roll his shoulders, to shift where he settles most of his weight.
“They are called the Order. They want to stop the Voice and the Ascended like before. Pawns are in place and pieces are moving… At this point it’s just a matter of when it’ll start.” It’s blunt and to the point, but he raises the cigarette to his lips, dragging on it and flicking the ash from the end as he withdraws it. “After the Voice and the Ascended spent three hundred years in a bubble, I imagine they won’t go back easily.”
And of course, it’s no secret that Sunjata’s married to an Ascended. It’s no secret that Sunjata would do anything and everything for the doctor if it came down to it. And yet… The starry tattoos on his shoulders and his arms, swirling with stars and galaxies obviously a gift from Safrin certainly complicated that train of thought.
Sunjata remains silent, however, waiting to see what exactly the other man wanted to know. As for playing a game without the rules, Sunjata gets it, and the admission from Declan does spark a ghosting curl of a smirk to cross his lips. The information, however, isn’t secret – this part at least – and so it’s easy for the Flood to roll his shoulders, to shift where he settles most of his weight.
“They are called the Order. They want to stop the Voice and the Ascended like before. Pawns are in place and pieces are moving… At this point it’s just a matter of when it’ll start.” It’s blunt and to the point, but he raises the cigarette to his lips, dragging on it and flicking the ash from the end as he withdraws it. “After the Voice and the Ascended spent three hundred years in a bubble, I imagine they won’t go back easily.”
And of course, it’s no secret that Sunjata’s married to an Ascended. It’s no secret that Sunjata would do anything and everything for the doctor if it came down to it. And yet… The starry tattoos on his shoulders and his arms, swirling with stars and galaxies obviously a gift from Safrin certainly complicated that train of thought.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
