SUNJATA
when I go into that ground
i won't go quietly, i'm bringing my crown
He nods his head in agreement, deciding that pretty much everyone would have done the same, except for the nobles themselves. Korofi nobility, for the most part, was deeply involved with tradition. And that was also part of the reason Sunjata really didn’t get along with it all in the end anyway. Still, he rolls his shoulders to Loren with a small half smile. “They surely enjoyed using my face for the rebellion. Gave more punch to the effort.” He gives a slightly wicked smile. “And that’s how I met my girl, actually. She was a part of it.” His smile grows a bit softer, happier at the comment before he shrugs it off.
At the mention of the Oasis, Sunjata’s head tilts slightly. “I went for a swim there a month or two ago, actually. That was how I met Phoebe.” He hums with a bit of laughter before shaking his head and acknowledging the dream. Sunjata wasn’t a man that really had a dream, the only one he ever had was running from Korofi with Lusea to start a life away from the city of iron and floods. And when she died, it had been axed – though he suppose now was his second chance at that.
He supposed it was worth a shot to continue, but he had never really gotten further than the whole running away. After all, before their capture, he had planned on jumping with her hand in his from the tall building they were on to evade – only they didn’t quite get that far.
He shakes the thought from his head as he regards his statement toward Loren, a brow lifting as he listens and nods along. “Ah.” He comments at first, hearing the reasoning and understanding that too, for the most part. But it also seemed to explain why Phoebe had been so adamant about creating a life, a family. He doesn’t realize he’s gnawing on his lip until after a few moments and his attention drags back to the librarian. “Strange things.” He muses. “And now you’re here, with the blight and monsters in the night.” His arm lifts to gesture to everything around them as if the Rathskeller wasn’t even there, slate eyes landing on Loren.
What an adventure.
At the mention of the Oasis, Sunjata’s head tilts slightly. “I went for a swim there a month or two ago, actually. That was how I met Phoebe.” He hums with a bit of laughter before shaking his head and acknowledging the dream. Sunjata wasn’t a man that really had a dream, the only one he ever had was running from Korofi with Lusea to start a life away from the city of iron and floods. And when she died, it had been axed – though he suppose now was his second chance at that.
He supposed it was worth a shot to continue, but he had never really gotten further than the whole running away. After all, before their capture, he had planned on jumping with her hand in his from the tall building they were on to evade – only they didn’t quite get that far.
He shakes the thought from his head as he regards his statement toward Loren, a brow lifting as he listens and nods along. “Ah.” He comments at first, hearing the reasoning and understanding that too, for the most part. But it also seemed to explain why Phoebe had been so adamant about creating a life, a family. He doesn’t realize he’s gnawing on his lip until after a few moments and his attention drags back to the librarian. “Strange things.” He muses. “And now you’re here, with the blight and monsters in the night.” His arm lifts to gesture to everything around them as if the Rathskeller wasn’t even there, slate eyes landing on Loren.
What an adventure.
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.
