SuNjATA
the flood
‘The Grounds are shit.’ Is a comment that does burst and break through Sunjata’s questioning and burning thoughts, a snort leaving him. He settles enough to take her information and fears into account, not wanting anyone to be helpless if some danger came their way. So he draws himself up a bit more, scanning her face in the silence after she offers her promise.
He doesn’t know her, but he does know her face now. So if there were some news of an attacker that had started harming the Ascended in the way he’ll explain, well, he knows who to find.
He takes a deep breath and mulls it over a bit longer. “You can still slow them down by breaking things.” He offers, quietly, tilting his head toward her to cast a glance. “Despite not feeling pain, it’ll still spark their sensors and make it difficult for them to follow… If, for example, you broke a leg.” He shrugs, pulling his gaze away from her now to stare at the tree with the knotted face.
He doesn’t know her, but he does know her face now. So if there were some news of an attacker that had started harming the Ascended in the way he’ll explain, well, he knows who to find.
He takes a deep breath and mulls it over a bit longer. “You can still slow them down by breaking things.” He offers, quietly, tilting his head toward her to cast a glance. “Despite not feeling pain, it’ll still spark their sensors and make it difficult for them to follow… If, for example, you broke a leg.” He shrugs, pulling his gaze away from her now to stare at the tree with the knotted face.
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
