// tell me what you know, i'm in deeper than i've ever been
i will never grow, while this anchor is chained to my feet //
i will never grow, while this anchor is chained to my feet //
He feels better than he has in the previous weeks. That medicine Vai had whipped up just earlier today had already helped wonders. But nothing quite improved it as much as having Nate back does. It improves his mood tenfold, feeling almost impervious to the brief shadows that start to dissipate, wondering if perhaps Nate’s absence and his mind working too much at once had caused it all to spiral on top of one another.
Things were fine now, the shadows were at bay, and he was dealing. Which mean that he needed to get back in shape, at least somewhat. So it’s late, roughly about dusk when Sunjata’s wrapped up everything he needed to that day, and finds himself at the Clinic, practically dragging Nate out with a surprising amount of energy that he hasn’t had in weeks. Something to burn off. “I thought maybe we could go a couple of rounds. I’m a bit out of practice.” He rumbles by explanation, directing them to the Slagveld.
Once they’ve made it inside, he lights a few of the oil lamps around to illuminate the boxing ring with light after the previous patrons had left for the evening and they’d burned out. “How many do you think it'll take?” He asks, turning to Nate with an eager grin. How many rounds should they go until the Attuned gets tired? It's typically far sooner than it takes Nate. Still, it gets his plan accomplished in the end, it burns off his bounding energy.
Things were fine now, the shadows were at bay, and he was dealing. Which mean that he needed to get back in shape, at least somewhat. So it’s late, roughly about dusk when Sunjata’s wrapped up everything he needed to that day, and finds himself at the Clinic, practically dragging Nate out with a surprising amount of energy that he hasn’t had in weeks. Something to burn off. “I thought maybe we could go a couple of rounds. I’m a bit out of practice.” He rumbles by explanation, directing them to the Slagveld.
Once they’ve made it inside, he lights a few of the oil lamps around to illuminate the boxing ring with light after the previous patrons had left for the evening and they’d burned out. “How many do you think it'll take?” He asks, turning to Nate with an eager grin. How many rounds should they go until the Attuned gets tired? It's typically far sooner than it takes Nate. Still, it gets his plan accomplished in the end, it burns off his bounding energy.
i settled my grievance by crafting a mask, and i never looked back
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.
