SUNJATA
the flood
holding back the flood,
in this skyscraper town
In most cases, people would stay home and sequestered indoors for the majority of LongNight – not wanting to risk the chance of getting caught in a surprise ambush after years of being held hostage in their homes by the monsters that roamed through the night. This year, though, things have changed and it’s a particular boldness of Sunjata’s that leads him outside of the comfort of home – though to where, he isn’t entirely sure about when he steps out. But he steps in toward the blacksmiths area, almost as if the warmth radiating from it was a beacon.
He slips inside, watching for a moment to see Darkeye within, Sunjata straightening his posture and flashing a small smile his way. “Hey Darkeye.” He greets easier this time than before, scanning what the shorter man is doing before he drifts in a bit closer, shedding one of the many layers he’s bundled in. “Do you need any help?” He asks, taking note of what the man seems to intend to do and wondering just how he planned to accomplish it.
He slips inside, watching for a moment to see Darkeye within, Sunjata straightening his posture and flashing a small smile his way. “Hey Darkeye.” He greets easier this time than before, scanning what the shorter man is doing before he drifts in a bit closer, shedding one of the many layers he’s bundled in. “Do you need any help?” He asks, taking note of what the man seems to intend to do and wondering just how he planned to accomplish it.
you gave all that sweat and blood,
now you think you're gonna drown
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.
