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
“Mm, that she can.” He doesn’t know if Locke’s aware of it or not, but Sunjata had been intimately aware of both Phoebe and Maeve. And yes, they both were quite different. But he doesn’t want to delve into those particular specifics, to relive the life he lived of years past, married to Phoebe in a very monogamous relationship, only to fuck it up and destroy the marriage and his bar shortly after a tryst with Nate.
The smirk is returned and Sunjata’s gaze follows the edge of Locke’s lips with it, before his gaze snaps up to meet the man’s gaze when he mentions that Sunjata would know her very well, and there’s only one person he’d known well enough that lived at the Haulani that he’d helped. And shit, well, that makes things a fraction awkward, though you’d never know it with the playful grin that spreads across his face. “Maeve?” He asks, fully expecting to be right. “Nice.” He offers with a soft laugh before he’s moving into the boxing ring.
“No, no dragon magic. I have a quest from Safrin that I hadn’t realized was done before the monsoons hit. She’s to make a wind breaker of stars that rises after LongNight that protects Haulani from the storms.” And would have come in handy this season, should he have turned it in before hand. But it was common knowledge at this point and Sunjata lets out a soft sigh from his lips.
He takes a moment to scan Locke up and down, less so in the way that Locke does the same, but mostly just trying to determine where the other man’s weaknesses might lie. He wraps his hands as he does so, the scarred lightning side rising the scars underneath the tattoos on the approach toward his heart, creeping across half his chest, and right around the waist of his pants, there’s a few edges of shark bite scars that peek over the waistband, among the rest of the scars that make up his mostly mangled body.
“I’m rusty as hell so don’t laugh, alright?” He snorts, lightening his step as he balls his hands into fists, and moves with a decent amount of speed to aim a fist at Locke’s side.
The smirk is returned and Sunjata’s gaze follows the edge of Locke’s lips with it, before his gaze snaps up to meet the man’s gaze when he mentions that Sunjata would know her very well, and there’s only one person he’d known well enough that lived at the Haulani that he’d helped. And shit, well, that makes things a fraction awkward, though you’d never know it with the playful grin that spreads across his face. “Maeve?” He asks, fully expecting to be right. “Nice.” He offers with a soft laugh before he’s moving into the boxing ring.
“No, no dragon magic. I have a quest from Safrin that I hadn’t realized was done before the monsoons hit. She’s to make a wind breaker of stars that rises after LongNight that protects Haulani from the storms.” And would have come in handy this season, should he have turned it in before hand. But it was common knowledge at this point and Sunjata lets out a soft sigh from his lips.
He takes a moment to scan Locke up and down, less so in the way that Locke does the same, but mostly just trying to determine where the other man’s weaknesses might lie. He wraps his hands as he does so, the scarred lightning side rising the scars underneath the tattoos on the approach toward his heart, creeping across half his chest, and right around the waist of his pants, there’s a few edges of shark bite scars that peek over the waistband, among the rest of the scars that make up his mostly mangled body.
“I’m rusty as hell so don’t laugh, alright?” He snorts, lightening his step as he balls his hands into fists, and moves with a decent amount of speed to aim a fist at Locke’s side.
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.
