SUNJATA
the flood
holding back the flood,
in this skyscraper town
“Yeah, I hope so too.” He says softly as he gets back into his work, pushing it aside in favor for better conversation – at least, at first. He supposes it’s a bit relieving to know that not everyone was familiar with his family troubles, the drama and chaos he’d dealt with last year. And it’s refreshing even still to be able to talk about it on his own terms, to hear it from the horses mouth as it were.
So he shakes his head to the question, pausing in his sketching to gesture to the scar along his face. “Gave me this.” But that wasn’t all his father had done. It was just… The last bit, the physical reminder of his father every time he saw his reflection. “He had managed to drop here at some point last year. Kept himself hidden, only appearing to me and whatever lackey’s he had.” He begins to explain as he continues to work, following the further instruction Darkeye offers. “So of course, everyone thought I was losing my mind. He used that to his advantage, sowing distrust and unrest in Torchline while I ruled and it was too much for me to try and smooth over. He attacked a friend of mine and a friend of Remi and Ronin’s. And because he’s my father and the accents the same, well, he managed to pin it on me. Remi killed me in a dream - only i didn't know it was a dream at first - to prove I didn’t do it.” He shrugs, nose wrinkling in distaste, shoulders tensing, jaw clenching briefly. “My father, he, uh, kidnapped Nate during LongNight last year after I recovered from dying but not dying. I challenged him to a Trial in return for Nate. Trials, back in Korofi where I’m from, were a fight to the death. Let the better man win, et cetera.” His hand waves as he explains, keeping his gaze down on the sketches and the coal to ensure it heats properly.
“He’s always been stronger and more strategic than I ever was, so, I managed to win it by tricking him into thinking I was giving in. Being the piece of shit son and all that he thought I was.” A huff of a laugh leaves him, sour and bitter. He notices the coal is warm enough and he moves to start on the next stage with Darkeye. “But I won, in the end.”
So he shakes his head to the question, pausing in his sketching to gesture to the scar along his face. “Gave me this.” But that wasn’t all his father had done. It was just… The last bit, the physical reminder of his father every time he saw his reflection. “He had managed to drop here at some point last year. Kept himself hidden, only appearing to me and whatever lackey’s he had.” He begins to explain as he continues to work, following the further instruction Darkeye offers. “So of course, everyone thought I was losing my mind. He used that to his advantage, sowing distrust and unrest in Torchline while I ruled and it was too much for me to try and smooth over. He attacked a friend of mine and a friend of Remi and Ronin’s. And because he’s my father and the accents the same, well, he managed to pin it on me. Remi killed me in a dream - only i didn't know it was a dream at first - to prove I didn’t do it.” He shrugs, nose wrinkling in distaste, shoulders tensing, jaw clenching briefly. “My father, he, uh, kidnapped Nate during LongNight last year after I recovered from dying but not dying. I challenged him to a Trial in return for Nate. Trials, back in Korofi where I’m from, were a fight to the death. Let the better man win, et cetera.” His hand waves as he explains, keeping his gaze down on the sketches and the coal to ensure it heats properly.
“He’s always been stronger and more strategic than I ever was, so, I managed to win it by tricking him into thinking I was giving in. Being the piece of shit son and all that he thought I was.” A huff of a laugh leaves him, sour and bitter. He notices the coal is warm enough and he moves to start on the next stage with Darkeye. “But I won, in the end.”
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.
