SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
Now that the gentle chiding is out of the way, Sunjata remains in that relaxed position, watching Koa toss the rocks around, practicing some kind of hand eye coordination. It helps, too, to alleviate any kind of disappointment that Koa might feel for being able to keep the item (he knows deep down if the Dragoon knew who originally owned the chakram then he might not be so excited about it in the first place). He’ll keep that secret, though, moving into what kind of weapons they had in Korofi.
His tone takes on an almost nostalgic sound, rotating the rabbit as he figures out how to start. “You don’t have them here, but, imagine a hand held cannon. Small bullets, activated by the press of a finger.” He starts, pausing as he mulls it over. “Small enough to fit into a pocket or holster on your hip.” It’s an easy thing to remember, the Flood harboring one of those gunshot scars on his thigh.
He doesn’t show that one to Koa, though. Instead he focuses on the rabbit as he sits up and takes it off the fire to start carving into it with a sharp knife. “Ready now, actually.” He flashes Koa a brighter grin, lopsided in how his scar tugs. He separates out the rabbit for the both of them to eat and spends much of the night regaling his home world’s weapons and such while they finish it, and before long they’re tucked into their bedrolls with the stars twinkling overhead, Sunjata doing his best to sleep without having a nightmare to wake the young Dragoon up.
— FIN <333
His tone takes on an almost nostalgic sound, rotating the rabbit as he figures out how to start. “You don’t have them here, but, imagine a hand held cannon. Small bullets, activated by the press of a finger.” He starts, pausing as he mulls it over. “Small enough to fit into a pocket or holster on your hip.” It’s an easy thing to remember, the Flood harboring one of those gunshot scars on his thigh.
He doesn’t show that one to Koa, though. Instead he focuses on the rabbit as he sits up and takes it off the fire to start carving into it with a sharp knife. “Ready now, actually.” He flashes Koa a brighter grin, lopsided in how his scar tugs. He separates out the rabbit for the both of them to eat and spends much of the night regaling his home world’s weapons and such while they finish it, and before long they’re tucked into their bedrolls with the stars twinkling overhead, Sunjata doing his best to sleep without having a nightmare to wake the young Dragoon up.
— FIN <333
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
