SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
“We’ll see if I’m correct.” His accented rumble fills the wind-whipped air around them as he slants a playful smile her way. She introduces herself and he dips his head in his own quiet greeting. “Pleasure’s all mine, Iris.” Committing her name to memory is easier than he had anticipated, a nice little tidbit to reflect on. Still, he can’t help but to nod to her question as she skips over a rock that rolls toward the man behind them, Sunjata paying him little to no mind.
There’s a low hum of agreement that leaves him before he continues, helping to guide her up the path to where he thinks the cliff is that she seeks. ”It’s been great, actually.” He murmurs, casting his gaze back toward her with a roguish grin. “It isn’t all that different from anywhere else. Always the friends, always the foes. Always the ones that say they can do it better without ever stepping up for it.” Broad shoulders rise and fall in a shrug with that.
He guides her and her companion around the path until their altitude begins to change a fraction, turning the grasses a bit more lush, a few trees dotting here and there as the stone juts out below them above the ocean. There’s still a little ways to go, however, and Sunjata’s managed to finish his cigarette in the time it took them to get here. "I'd say a few more minutes and we'll likely be there. Good news for your... Friend?" He questions, cocking his head back toward the man that follows her.
There’s a low hum of agreement that leaves him before he continues, helping to guide her up the path to where he thinks the cliff is that she seeks. ”It’s been great, actually.” He murmurs, casting his gaze back toward her with a roguish grin. “It isn’t all that different from anywhere else. Always the friends, always the foes. Always the ones that say they can do it better without ever stepping up for it.” Broad shoulders rise and fall in a shrug with that.
He guides her and her companion around the path until their altitude begins to change a fraction, turning the grasses a bit more lush, a few trees dotting here and there as the stone juts out below them above the ocean. There’s still a little ways to go, however, and Sunjata’s managed to finish his cigarette in the time it took them to get here. "I'd say a few more minutes and we'll likely be there. Good news for your... Friend?" He questions, cocking his head back toward the man that follows her.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
