SUNJATA
when I go into that ground
i won't go quietly, i'm bringing my crown
The man snorts to Loren with a light shrug. “You should hear the stories before the fall, if you find that one exciting.” He jests, a crooked smirk sent toward him. “Quite the heartbreaker.” Once, Sunjata likely wouldn’t have found any part of it funny, had hardly been able to tell Phoebe anything about it. But all his pieces were in the right place now, and there was literally nobody else aside from Lusea who knew Korofi and the difficulties with that type of lifestyle. He finds it’s easy to chuckle about the ridiculousness of it all, of the life he’d lived, of who he used to be, of who he was forced to become.
Still, he tilts his head in response to the admittance of the downsides to each one, and there’s a light frown that crosses over his face, contemplative as he leans back in the chair with a light puff of air. “Well, I did meet Frey. But that was it.” He contemplates, a brow furrowing at the memory before he passes by it. “I suppose I am lucky, then.” He laughs lightly, shoulders rising and falling in a light shrug. He knew hardly a thing about the gods other than Frey, from what Phoebe had told him. But he doesn’t feel the need to go seeking immediately – after all, there was time. A fleeting aspect he had back home.
Still, his brow raises slightly to him when he speaks of the worlds he’d been to, a slight head tilt. “Oh, interesting.” He pauses, contemplating, glancing back to the table as the alcohol sits with a swift and gentle buzz – a feeling he’d missed. “What was it like there?” He’s not sure why he’s being so chatty, likely the alcohol, but he wonders what the other worlds were like. He’d only ever heard of Phoebe’s home, and that story had been sad, but nothing compared to the events he had been through. And as they say, curiosity killed the cat.
Still, he tilts his head in response to the admittance of the downsides to each one, and there’s a light frown that crosses over his face, contemplative as he leans back in the chair with a light puff of air. “Well, I did meet Frey. But that was it.” He contemplates, a brow furrowing at the memory before he passes by it. “I suppose I am lucky, then.” He laughs lightly, shoulders rising and falling in a light shrug. He knew hardly a thing about the gods other than Frey, from what Phoebe had told him. But he doesn’t feel the need to go seeking immediately – after all, there was time. A fleeting aspect he had back home.
Still, his brow raises slightly to him when he speaks of the worlds he’d been to, a slight head tilt. “Oh, interesting.” He pauses, contemplating, glancing back to the table as the alcohol sits with a swift and gentle buzz – a feeling he’d missed. “What was it like there?” He’s not sure why he’s being so chatty, likely the alcohol, but he wonders what the other worlds were like. He’d only ever heard of Phoebe’s home, and that story had been sad, but nothing compared to the events he had been through. And as they say, curiosity killed the cat.
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.
