SUNJATA
the flood
holding back the flood,
in this skyscraper town
His conversation with Maea is something that he doesn’t expect to talk about – though he can’t be surprised. He’d told Darkeye he would try and he absolutely had. “It went… Alright. She wasn’t really interested in confiding anything about Nate to me, so I suppose I’ll ask my husband instead.” He shrugs, continuing to work the metal just how Darkeye described, breaking only to wipe away the sweat that begins to drip down his forehead, from his temple. “I also haven’t seen Amun in a while… Perhaps they took a trip together? Or she went to find out where he’d gone?” The suggestion is a quiet one, uncertain. It was usual for people to go missing and show back up years later.
As for Torchline, he glances sidelong at Darkeye while they work, head tilting slightly as he considers it. “It’s always been a little… Seedy, I suppose. When I was there, though, I had a structure to things. Though, maybe it’s because I started as their Arbiter before moving onto being their Governor.” A snort leaves him before it fades and he focuses a bit harder on the task before him. “Only a few people there even care anymore. The end of my rule was… Chaotic. My father made sure of that.” His lip twitches in distaste, glancing up only when Darkeye tells him that he can stop to let it cool.
So he does, drawing up to his full height and stretches out his back, steel gaze drifting to find the paper and work on the stencils, confusion flaring in his mind for a brief moment. “Frey’s favorite are peaches.” He comments quickly, grabbing the pencil and working on the stencils. “I’ll have to warn you that I’m no artist.” He nods to the stencils, doing his best to sketch out the shape of a peach as well as more fresh, vibrant, juicy fruit from what he can recall Frey choosing over others.
As for Torchline, he glances sidelong at Darkeye while they work, head tilting slightly as he considers it. “It’s always been a little… Seedy, I suppose. When I was there, though, I had a structure to things. Though, maybe it’s because I started as their Arbiter before moving onto being their Governor.” A snort leaves him before it fades and he focuses a bit harder on the task before him. “Only a few people there even care anymore. The end of my rule was… Chaotic. My father made sure of that.” His lip twitches in distaste, glancing up only when Darkeye tells him that he can stop to let it cool.
So he does, drawing up to his full height and stretches out his back, steel gaze drifting to find the paper and work on the stencils, confusion flaring in his mind for a brief moment. “Frey’s favorite are peaches.” He comments quickly, grabbing the pencil and working on the stencils. “I’ll have to warn you that I’m no artist.” He nods to the stencils, doing his best to sketch out the shape of a peach as well as more fresh, vibrant, juicy fruit from what he can recall Frey choosing over others.
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.
