SUNJATA
when I go into that ground
i won't go quietly, i'm bringing my crown
“It had its moments.” He tells Loren with a nostalgic smile, thinking about Korofi. It wasn’t nearly as painful as it once had been, the worst part of his memory of the place having miraculously come back from the dead, and he finds that it’s perhaps not so bad after all. Still, he glances over to Loren with a light smirk. “Our technology was better, though.” Maybe he’s bragging, maybe he’s not, but he misses the tall buildings and neon lights, the gunfire and smoke.
Luckily for him, however, Loren drops the conversation about the Devil’s Advocates, and Sunjata offers a light nod in response until the conversation shifts toward being a smidge awkward – which he was no stranger to. But he can feel the relief in the conversation from Loren as it shifts and he gives a light smirk and a nod in response to this too. “It’s odd. She died three years ago in my arms and yet here she is, appearing beneath the Spire as if she’d died hours before.” He lets his steel gaze slide over to Loren, unsure why he’s telling him this, but finding that it doesn’t matter much anyway.
It’s no secret, after all.
But he questions who’s going to run the Rathskeller now, and his head tilts when he’s offered the job. But yet, a familiar voice approaches and Sunjata smirks toward Ezra in greeting, despite the obvious frustration of the man. Ignoring Loren for the time being, he leans forward toward Ezra with a beautiful grin along his face. The fact he had forgotten Ezra worked with the Rathskeller under Edrei is something that Sunjata had conveniently forgotten, though he’d never admit it. “Ezra, sweetheart, nobody’s taking your bar away from you. Hadn’t seen you in a while, I was getting worried.” He says raising his glass to his lips before he looks over to Loren with a smirk. “But I suppose that settles that?” Easing the air, easing the tension.
If Sunjata knew one thing, he knew not to cross his coworkers after all.
Luckily for him, however, Loren drops the conversation about the Devil’s Advocates, and Sunjata offers a light nod in response until the conversation shifts toward being a smidge awkward – which he was no stranger to. But he can feel the relief in the conversation from Loren as it shifts and he gives a light smirk and a nod in response to this too. “It’s odd. She died three years ago in my arms and yet here she is, appearing beneath the Spire as if she’d died hours before.” He lets his steel gaze slide over to Loren, unsure why he’s telling him this, but finding that it doesn’t matter much anyway.
It’s no secret, after all.
But he questions who’s going to run the Rathskeller now, and his head tilts when he’s offered the job. But yet, a familiar voice approaches and Sunjata smirks toward Ezra in greeting, despite the obvious frustration of the man. Ignoring Loren for the time being, he leans forward toward Ezra with a beautiful grin along his face. The fact he had forgotten Ezra worked with the Rathskeller under Edrei is something that Sunjata had conveniently forgotten, though he’d never admit it. “Ezra, sweetheart, nobody’s taking your bar away from you. Hadn’t seen you in a while, I was getting worried.” He says raising his glass to his lips before he looks over to Loren with a smirk. “But I suppose that settles that?” Easing the air, easing the tension.
If Sunjata knew one thing, he knew not to cross his coworkers after all.
and when I go into the ground
they gotta bury me, bury me face down
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.
