SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
He’d gotten the note. And he’d dreaded it every second after. Because of course he knows what the discussion would likely be about, but whether or not he could exactly handle dealing with it was another story. He already sat precariously on the edge of a knife, just waiting for the next disaster to strike.
For the moment, though, the storms had arrived, and Sunjata had done a surprisingly good job on dealing with trying to keep a five year old inside the home and busy and occupied. Toys are strewn about, the kitchen a bit of a mess as if he and his daughter had attempted to make something — given Sunjata’s inability to cook, it had been a challenge, but they had at least managed something edible. A perk at the very least.
But the knock arrives, and Sunjata’s informed by Haai just who the visitor is, who else would brave the storm to meet his door, and he inwardly sighs, shutting down his attuned bond the best he can and draws it into himself. He manages to get his daughter and Haai upstairs before he answers the door, the griffin able to keep the little girl occupied, before he’s opening the door to let Deimos in.
“I didn’t expect you during the monsoons.” He says by way of greeting, stepping aside and gesturing for the General of Halo to step within the confines of his home. It looks lived in, with stuffed animals and toys strewn about, children’s books here and there among the coffee table, and a roaring fire in the fireplace to try and keep it all warm. The kitchen itself is a mess, but Sunjata doesn’t feel the need to explain himself. Deimos already knows.
He closes the door behind the General and pauses by the entry. “Would you like something to drink first or are we just going for it?” His head tilts, his scarred face masked and blank in comparison to everything else, as his arms move to cross his chest.
For the moment, though, the storms had arrived, and Sunjata had done a surprisingly good job on dealing with trying to keep a five year old inside the home and busy and occupied. Toys are strewn about, the kitchen a bit of a mess as if he and his daughter had attempted to make something — given Sunjata’s inability to cook, it had been a challenge, but they had at least managed something edible. A perk at the very least.
But the knock arrives, and Sunjata’s informed by Haai just who the visitor is, who else would brave the storm to meet his door, and he inwardly sighs, shutting down his attuned bond the best he can and draws it into himself. He manages to get his daughter and Haai upstairs before he answers the door, the griffin able to keep the little girl occupied, before he’s opening the door to let Deimos in.
“I didn’t expect you during the monsoons.” He says by way of greeting, stepping aside and gesturing for the General of Halo to step within the confines of his home. It looks lived in, with stuffed animals and toys strewn about, children’s books here and there among the coffee table, and a roaring fire in the fireplace to try and keep it all warm. The kitchen itself is a mess, but Sunjata doesn’t feel the need to explain himself. Deimos already knows.
He closes the door behind the General and pauses by the entry. “Would you like something to drink first or are we just going for it?” His head tilts, his scarred face masked and blank in comparison to everything else, as his arms move to cross his chest.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
