SUNJATA
so, collect your scars and wear 'em well
your blood's as good an ink as any
your blood's as good an ink as any
It feels like the Flood has been chasing the Remedy’s tail all day, but eventually there’s a point where he catches up with her. It’s in one of the last places he expects to find her, though, in the Barracks creating some sort of small sand bag collection with a small catapult. Confusion flares in his gaze as he scans her but doesn’t immediately announce his presence, instead, letting it all soak in before he clears his throat and leans against the edge of a post with a raised brow.
“What’s all this for?” He asks for pure curiosity’s sake, uncertain and unsure what exactly her plan is. “Practicing your catapult throws?” He pushes off the edge of the post to head toward the catapult, inspecting it and still coming up with nothing.
“What’s all this for?” He asks for pure curiosity’s sake, uncertain and unsure what exactly her plan is. “Practicing your catapult throws?” He pushes off the edge of the post to head toward the catapult, inspecting it and still coming up with nothing.
go scratch your name into the clouds
and pull them all... d o w n
and pull them all... d o w n
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.
