SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
He spotted Deimos a little while ago, a part of him hoping that the Sword wouldn’t depart so soon before he has a chance to give him a gift. Besides, it wasn’t like Sunjata despised Deimos – not like Deimos likely despised Sunjata – but he had a gift to bring not just from himself, though he thinks it might help to give something else alongside the letter the Harpy had given to the Flood in case he made some random trek to Halo.
This was easier, though, and Sunjata had run home to get the letter and the items, before returning to find the Sword perched along a rock, writing within some kind of book. So he approaches slowly, no shifts or weapons of any kind on display. “Hey, Deimos?” He calls out a fair distance away, wishing to not encroach and turn some long burning ire his way. “I’ve got something for you.” He adds, as if it might help the other man from refraining from smiting him where he stood.
And once Deimos did turn to look, he’d find the Flood standing a relatively safe distance away, a bundle in his arms and a letter in his hand.
This was easier, though, and Sunjata had run home to get the letter and the items, before returning to find the Sword perched along a rock, writing within some kind of book. So he approaches slowly, no shifts or weapons of any kind on display. “Hey, Deimos?” He calls out a fair distance away, wishing to not encroach and turn some long burning ire his way. “I’ve got something for you.” He adds, as if it might help the other man from refraining from smiting him where he stood.
And once Deimos did turn to look, he’d find the Flood standing a relatively safe distance away, a bundle in his arms and a letter in his hand.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
