SUNJATA
the flood
(Set before the return to Torchline for consistency sake ;D)
Was it the day they left or the day before? Sunjata couldn’t entirely remember. What he does know, however, is that he’s focused entirely on trying to get the bar back into shape – sure that Neron would handle it while he’s gone, but at the very least he could certainly leave it clean. So the books are cleaned up, the bottles cleaned of dust, and at this moment he’s presently got a table flipped over, knelt upon the ground to screw in a new table leg to keep that one from wobbling so much (when had that started?)
It proves to be a bit more difficult than anticipated, a huff of a sigh leaving him as he sits back on his heels and glares at it, before removing the screw and rising to grab a nail and hammer instead. If it wouldn’t screw in, he’d absolutely make it fit.
He’s back at the table, moving to put the nail into it and hammer it in when someone slips through the entrance that he’s positive he’s seen before, but can’t put a name to, offering a nod of greeting before driving the nail into the table leg. It goes in smoothly and he wiggles it for good show, seeing that it’s essentially unmoveable at this point now, and he can’t help his smirk of accomplishment as he flips the table back over and draws his attention back toward Aamu. “Hey, what can I get for you?”
Was it the day they left or the day before? Sunjata couldn’t entirely remember. What he does know, however, is that he’s focused entirely on trying to get the bar back into shape – sure that Neron would handle it while he’s gone, but at the very least he could certainly leave it clean. So the books are cleaned up, the bottles cleaned of dust, and at this moment he’s presently got a table flipped over, knelt upon the ground to screw in a new table leg to keep that one from wobbling so much (when had that started?)
It proves to be a bit more difficult than anticipated, a huff of a sigh leaving him as he sits back on his heels and glares at it, before removing the screw and rising to grab a nail and hammer instead. If it wouldn’t screw in, he’d absolutely make it fit.
He’s back at the table, moving to put the nail into it and hammer it in when someone slips through the entrance that he’s positive he’s seen before, but can’t put a name to, offering a nod of greeting before driving the nail into the table leg. It goes in smoothly and he wiggles it for good show, seeing that it’s essentially unmoveable at this point now, and he can’t help his smirk of accomplishment as he flips the table back over and draws his attention back toward Aamu. “Hey, what can I get for you?”
you ain't gotta hurt no more, didn't you hear? the war's over
just don't look behind that door, you don't wanna get that much closer
just don't look behind that door, you don't wanna get that much closer
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.
