SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
To be fair, Sunjata hadn’t known how many of them there was, but there was the notable missing parties – Phoebe, Delphia, Amalia… He makes no comment on those, though, sinking in his chair and remaining silent despite the working of his jaw silently – even as eyes slide to him, Ronin’s and Remi’s, and gods if it isn’t fucking awkward.
Even more awkward when the subject matter hits. The head of the Order is dead. The Voice controlling her Ascended – though Sunjata wonders idly if it was for self defense, not like it matters much in the end. The fact of the matter is that it’s true and all Sunjata can do is listen and stare at the wood grains in the top of the table.
So it seems the Order is sightless and it’s quite possible the Ascended have the upper hand all of a sudden. And then there’s Wessex dropping off Cian’s head in the Plaza. He sighs low and slow, not sure what exactly to do with this information – not sure what he’s to do with the information. “Why were they all in the Draig to begin with?” He asks, unsure what would have brought them to the space he’d learned to avoid. There’s also a part of him that wonders what had occurred to make Wessex make such a drastic call. But if Gideon had been there, as Remi says, then Sunjata can only assume something terrible.
He doesn’t offer to go with them to the Draig, despite having his own dragon shift. He’s unwelcome, he’s weak, he’s still coming to terms with everything that’s changed and what hasn’t since his step into demigodhood. So, the Flood remains silent, gaze lifting from the table to Ronin as the muscles feather in his jaw.
Even more awkward when the subject matter hits. The head of the Order is dead. The Voice controlling her Ascended – though Sunjata wonders idly if it was for self defense, not like it matters much in the end. The fact of the matter is that it’s true and all Sunjata can do is listen and stare at the wood grains in the top of the table.
So it seems the Order is sightless and it’s quite possible the Ascended have the upper hand all of a sudden. And then there’s Wessex dropping off Cian’s head in the Plaza. He sighs low and slow, not sure what exactly to do with this information – not sure what he’s to do with the information. “Why were they all in the Draig to begin with?” He asks, unsure what would have brought them to the space he’d learned to avoid. There’s also a part of him that wonders what had occurred to make Wessex make such a drastic call. But if Gideon had been there, as Remi says, then Sunjata can only assume something terrible.
He doesn’t offer to go with them to the Draig, despite having his own dragon shift. He’s unwelcome, he’s weak, he’s still coming to terms with everything that’s changed and what hasn’t since his step into demigodhood. So, the Flood remains silent, gaze lifting from the table to Ronin as the muscles feather in his jaw.
'cause i might make a move
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.
