SUNJATA
so, collect your scars and wear 'em well
your blood's as good an ink as any
your blood's as good an ink as any
The Slagveld only had a few repairs to do, some that could wait too, and he focuses on putting those aside to finish up a bit of work in the office space. For the most part the paperwork flies by and before he knows it, he hears someone working out in the training area. That’s fine and all, it’s what it’s there for after all, but he can’t help but to grow curious when he hears the curse echo out into the space.
He rises, leaving the office to investigate, spying a man he doesn’t know particularly well but is at least vaguely familiar with. They’d both tried to go for that mystical gift at the night market, after all. Felt like ages ago, but it yet happened nonetheless. “Hey, you good?” He calls out, stepping down from the stairs that lead up into his office, his steel gaze scanning Locke for signs of injury.
He rises, leaving the office to investigate, spying a man he doesn’t know particularly well but is at least vaguely familiar with. They’d both tried to go for that mystical gift at the night market, after all. Felt like ages ago, but it yet happened nonetheless. “Hey, you good?” He calls out, stepping down from the stairs that lead up into his office, his steel gaze scanning Locke for signs of injury.
go scratch your name into the clouds
and pull them all... d o w n
and pull them all... d o w n
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.
