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Sunjata Wrenzaok
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#1
i'm not a whole person, and i dont think i ever will be
parts of me died in the house i grew up in
It is getting worse. He can feel it within his heart, his body, his mind. Writhing and shifting. His hands have started to tremble too, though it’s been that way the last week or so. His moods have shifted, and he suddenly realizes that it’s coming on faster than Phoebe’s had. And the realization doesn’t make his fury any easier. In fact, it manages to ignite it.

He wonders if he’s come to Caido, gotten Lusea back, and actually been happy for once has angered the gods in one way or another. That they plan to take it away. That the sins of his previous life, previous home have come back to bite him in the ass. The fear within him grows stronger, and he realizes that there’s little to be done about it now. He had tried to plant the roses, had tried to plant the last single rose he had — before the darkness snapped, and he ended up crushing it beneath his boot.

This wasn’t normal.

But he knows he needs to get away, to not become a creature like Phoebe had been. To contain himself the best he can. And he finds himself wandering, drifting toward the bone bridge with an old habit that begins to kick in. He settles by the edge of it, right in the middle, looking into the abyss below. He’s not sure if the sun has set yet, but it’s dark enough outside and he can’t see anything below. Still, he leans up against it, arms trembling and braced as he lowers his head to his chest and grits his teeth.

A constant war within himself, like it had been years ago. Like it had been weeks after he had won the trials of Korofi. When he couldn’t decide if he should leave his bed or drown himself in the bath. Like it had been when he had been stationed in the slums, a stormy night he had stood along the rooftops, wondering how long it would take to reach the street below if he jumped.

He still doesn’t know.

But before the blight gives him the courage, he slides from the edge and sits among the snow, bundled in furs and leathers, hands reaching up to hold his face as he fights back those same thoughts over and over again.
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#2
The darkness still coiled within his skin, sliding slick, black tentacles through his veins to wrap around his heart and throat, inciting rage and deep melancholy, vicious insults and snarling epithets at those who deserved them least. The Blight still corrupted his body and wove its dark influence over his heart... but it no longer controlled him, drinking down his mind and soul into an oblivion from which he had never thought to emerge. Roses had been planted, thorns had been wielded, and the grey light of dawn had begun to filter through the nightmare, promising that sunrise would indeed come again.

He was still weak from the trials the Blight had forced his body to undergo, gaunt from lack of proper food and rest and his white hair hung lank in its braid. Black veins still crawled through his eyes and beneath the skin of his hands, but the ebony was cut with more crimson each day, and though his hands shook as though palsied they once again obeyed his conscious direction, clawless and strengthening by the day.

The bard walked across the Bone Bridge on slow feet, leaning on a walking staff that was going into its second season of use and wrapped in a cloak of white furs, though his skin was still chill to the touch and warmth was hard to come by. He walked with purpose, however slowly, knotted measuring strings and stakes in the pack he carried. Blue peeked through the blackness that still shadowed his eyes, and he squinted against the snow that was beginning to fall from a steel-grey sky as he reached the center of the macabre span--

And nearly tripped over a bundle of clothing and meat in a human-shaped skin. A very upset human-shaped creature from the look of him, and Jigano cleared his throat gently as he stopped and leaned on his staff, hesitant to reach down when he was uncertain of his own strength.

"What is wrong?" he asked instead, voice quiet and coaxing though still rough with blight-strain.
Sunjata Wrenzaok
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#3
SUNJATA
He wonders if it’s a losing battle, if it’s not worth arguing with himself and simply trying it, before someone nearly trips over him. With the mental state he’s in, the black veins that drift through his hands and eyes, he looks up as the man clears his throat and leans on his staff. He’s not that old, but based off the appearance, he notes the white hair immediately. It’s enough to distract him long enough from the feeling in his chest. But he doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he shifts his attention to the snow that’s falling while he battles with controlling his breathing. And then he inhales deeply and moves to stand.

Sorry I got in the way.” He offers quietly instead, a thickly accented rumble as he leans against the edge of the bone bridge, glancing down to the man slightly. “It’s been a long month, is all.” He offers, to answer the question. He doesn’t know Jigano, and frankly the man doesn’t need to know his afflictions. But he could probably guess, as he folds his arms across his chest, and his fingers and hands shake uncontrollably though he tries to pretend he doesn’t notice.
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#4
He hadn't expected the stranger to stand up to apologize, and the bard shuffled back a few steps to give him space. He was not expecting him to be so tall once he finished unfolding, Jigano blinking once in surprise. He wasn't used to being towered over by people on Caido, and he found the experience a little unsettling. In brighter days he might have tried to wave off his discomfort with a light-hearted quip, but those days were still out of reach for the moment.

Besides, there were apologies to wave off instead, and he shook his head at the low-voiced 'sorry,' a little amused in spite of the blight. "It's a free bridge," he said blandly. "My apologies as well, for not looking where I was going." Shaking hands could have just been from the cold. Misery could have been a symptom of the season or some personal grief. But the combination in this season and year were clues that the loreseeker hardly needed to put together to make a guess at what troubled the man. "Longer than that, for some," he agreed, raising his own shaking hand in a parody of a greeting before letting it fall back to his side. "The name is Jigano, of the Loreseekers' Guild. I don't think we've met...?" Or rather, he hoped they hadn't. He would have remembered such a tall fellow if they'd run into each other before the blight had stolen his mind and memories. If he'd run into him after...

It didn't bear thinking about what he might have tried to do - or done - to the man.
Sunjata Wrenzaok
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#5
SUNJATA
Steel eyes drift toward Jigano with the small amount of surprise that crosses his face – a blink, of all. But he’s seen that look before, he knows what it could mean. But he passes over it, easily, forgetting for the moment anything else that might distract him from the question the bard had asked, and Sunjata’s own apology. And he watches while Jigano shakes his head to the words the man speaks. His shoulders rising and falling in a shrug, as though it was obvious, but the apology was the nice thing to do, and he’s somewhat surprised he’s chosen that route.

His fingers curl into the edges of the sleeves he wears, arms folded across while they tremble somewhat. And soon enough, Jigano is continuing on. A nod of agreement sent his way, before introductions. “Sunjata.” He offers roughly, deeply, accented thickly with an accent somewhat similar to Kiada’s secondary tongue – though he doesn’t know the girl. “We haven’t met as far as I’m aware.” He offers with a quiet shrug, glancing away from the Sage. “Loreseekers Guild, though? Books and what not?” He questions casually, uncertain how to continue with the conversation, but seeking something out to keep his mind from racing toward the inevitable.
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#6
The accent was curious, and normally something Jigano might have itched to pursue. Today, with the blight still creeping through him, it was all he could do not to furrow his brow in vague annoyance at having to work a little harder to understand what Sunjata was saying. He managed it, though, keeping a blandly neutral expression on his face as he nodded a greeting at the introduction and tucked the name away for future reference. He did allow the faint relaxation of relief show through at hearing that they hadn't met before - at least he hadn't done anything to this stranger, who looked as though he had enough blight-caused problems of his own.

The question took that relief to a ghost of a smile and Jigano nodded as he began to walk again, quirking a brow at Sunjata in silent request to join him. "Books, yes, but especially 'what not.'" The phrasing amused him even through his melancholy. "Lore can be found in many places. In the stories told by elders, in songs passed down through generations, hidden away in ruined strongholds, or discovered in the Woods and waters and plains. But books are an important resource, too, and the Atheneum provides both a place to work from and a trove of knowledge already at our fingertips." He looked to the other man, curiosity sparking rebelliously through the blackness that still stained his eyes. "And what of you, Sunjata? What do you do, and what do you seek?"
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#7
SUNJATA
He hears the other man’s amusement in his voice as his wording hits, and his steel eyes drift over the pale haired man again, looking much like he’s been afflicted the same. But that’s a conversation for a different time, not now when he doesn’t know anything about the man, and his mind still races toward the idea of taking a leap from the edge of the bone bridge just to escape it. But he listens to the man, able to keep his mind from running to that as he focuses harder on him.

Maybe I’ll check it out some time.” He offers easily, a shrug from his shoulders in response to the Atheneum. Sunjata isn’t much one for reading books, but he did spend a majority of his time in Korofi writing laws and information, adding and adjusting — then enacting. But his fingers continue their slight curl on his biceps over the fabric and fur that covers him, shaking his head to rid the dark hair of the snow that continues to pile on.

And when Jigano asks him what he does and what he seeks, he’s uncertain how to answer. So he mulls it over a small amount, giving a light smile to him full of roguish charm as was his typical go to. “A mercenary of sorts.” It’s an easy answer, the same he had given to Phoebe when they met. “As for what I seek I haven’t quite figured that out yet.” Another not totally honest answer. He knows what he wants to do, and it involves the Devil’s Advocates, a secret to many. “I fell into Caido earlier this year in the labyrinth.” He explains, as if it’s a solid enough excuse.
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#8
"You would be welcome," the Provost replied automatically, the gracious courtesies too ingrained in his tongue for even the blight to blunt. "Whether you come with questions you want help answering, information that could help others, or books or items for the collection." All were welcome, who sought knowledge... or so the saying on the door went. It wasn't quite true, because Jigano was not a saint and with the blight fueling his darker impulses his pettiness was both amplified and extended beyond its normal bounds, but until Sunjata did something to earn the lorekeeper's ire he was as welcome as most people to the Guildhall in the Atheneum's basement.

The roguish smile was unexpected and welcome, a flicker of sunlight through the snow, however fleeting. Jigano smiled back, taking the answer in stride and finding nothing strange in it. Mercenaries were common on his world, a mixed bag of some very good men and women - and some truly wicked individuals, not to mention all those in between. Still, it was a profession that could be honorable, and he nodded easy acceptance of it. It wasn't that he trusted the other man, but that he saw no harm in taking the information at face value for now, and then adjusting his opinion later as he gained more data.

"It's a big adjustment," he agreed quietly, thinking of his own first few weeks, a year and more ago. "I thought I knew what I wanted and then the blight..." he trailed off, shrugging at the black elephant in the room. "Well. If it has done one thing, it has helped me to see what truly matters. But I've had a year to try and find my place here. I hope that you'll find a place that suits you, too." He paused, tilting his head as he came to the end of the bridge and looked out over the snow expanse leading into the Ruins. He had a thoughtful look on his face as he glanced back to Sunjata, melancholy momentarily waning with the rise of his interest. "You said a mercenary 'of sorts', yes? What did you mean by that?"
Sunjata Wrenzaok
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#9
SUNJATA
The pale haired man tells him he’d be welcome to come to the Loreseekers Guild, and Sunjata nods absentmindedly. He doesn’t know what he’d need to go for, but he supposes if something comes up it’ll be easier that way. “Noted.” He comments quietly, walking alongside the bard along the bone bridge while his heart thunders less and less the further they get from the ledge.

But then Jigano tells him it’s an adjustment, and Sunjata has half a mind to laugh at it — a hum thoughtfully leaving his lips before he shakes his head and ultimately nods to him. He mentions the blight and the man nods, lip curling slightly in frustration. “I cannot wait for it to be over.” He says, reaching up to rub at the side of his face where a stitched wound resides, edged in black and unhealed.

But he passes over the rest of what Jigano says until they reach the end of the bone bridge and Jigano poises a question with a look that Sunjata has seen yet again, a few times before. He shrugs to the question, looking easily toward the bard. “Really just anything anybody needs.” This ones not a lie, but the varying degrees of what he does aren’t usually included in the face value of the comment. “Helped hunt for Longnight, helped Phoebe, the midwife, with her blight research… Things like that.” A multitude of abilities, mostly to save face. Though his stomach churns at the mention of the midwife, he passes over it quickly too.
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#10
Given the number of people who had jumped, fallen, or been knocked from the bridge's span, it was a minor relief to have them both heading towards an end that connected to solid ground. Perhaps Sunjata would find himself drawn to the Guild's doors with a question one day... or perhaps not. It didn't hurt to spread word of the Guild again after it's period of inactivity under Zariah's rule, especially to newcomers who wouldn't have heard of it before.

Unhealed wounds and wounding words (and nails and claws and fangs) were hallmarks of the blight, and Jigano nodded emphatic agreement to the desire for it to be over and gone from their lives. "The sooner the better," he murmured fervently. The weakness, the shaking, the mood swings, the cold...at least they were getting better now, though. In the depths of his madness, those few times the Roses' thorns had pricked him back to sanity he had thought he would never recover. Each time he had fallen back into the black haze of blightrage it had been like dying, wondering if this time would be the last.

Now, though his temper still swung wildly at times, he at least knew what he did, and could remember it. It was still terrible, but not as abjectly terrifying as the blank weeks in his memories were.

"A jack of all trades, then?" he asked curiously, pleased to find another dabbler who knew a little bit about a lot of things, but was master of only a few. "I hadn't heard that Phoebe was researching the blight, too. What did you discover about it?" Not even the blight could completely dull his curiosity, his desire to know more. In this case, especially about what was still crawling through his veins and twisting up his heart and tongue.
Sunjata Wrenzaok
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#11
SUNJATA
He nods in agreement to Jigano’s murmur. The sooner the blight was gone, the sooner he imagines he’ll be able to think straight. It likely won’t help, in the end, with the way his mind works, but he’s hopeful regardless. There had to be some optimism buried deep within that he could cling to, even if the rest of him darkens with every passing day, roses or not. But he remembers every split moment of rage, every time it got the best of him against his will. And he sighs quietly with the recollection, until Jigano’s voice perks up and he focuses on that instead.

There’s a shrug that’s sent the bard’s way. But he pauses when he mentions that he didn’t know that Phoebe had been working on the blight research as well, and he tilts his head lightly while he focuses on the snow laden path before them. “Yeah. She’s blighted too.” He offers, uncertain how much he can get away with speaking of her before it leads to more questions – and the pounding in his head that’s just begun is an indicator enough that it’s not exactly a road he wants to travel down tonight.

So he rolls his shoulders again, reaching up with a shaking hand to rub at his left one before he inhales lightly and thinks about what she’d told him before. “Well, it acts like tampered Ascended fluid.” He notes thoughtfully. “She got a sample from a woman named Rexanna, just to see if it reacted the same. But it didn’t explode like the blight did. It just... swallowed the cells of whatever it came in contact with, like the blight.” There’s a light pause. “We tried my blood then, for a control. But I wasn’t blighted then, and it worked as normal.” He gives Jigano a dark hum of a chuckle. “But I am now, so.
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#12
Jigano nodded thoughtfully at hearing of Phoebe's state from the newcomer. "Yes, I heard about that part from Loren," he acknowledged. He just hadn't realized that Emmett's ex had been doing much about it. Then again, she had never shown him her best face, and after she had shouted insults at him - and, it felt like, half the men on Caido well before she had the blight as an excuse - he had never held the highest opinion of her.

The bard's brow furrowed at the information, trying to understand what Sunjata was saying. "Wait," he said thoughtfully, pausing to set down his stakes and string and turning to face the other man with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Rexanna isn't a normal Ascended, though. She's something in-between Ascended and human, or at least that's how she described herself to me. A bit of both. And what do you mean the blight 'explodes?'" That, frankly, sounded far more terrifying. Could any of those infected explode at any time? Like the Spire Demon had?

"And what are 'cells'? Does the blight swallow things and blow them up?" It was a confusing explanation to follow, not quite contradictory, but not making much sense, either. "And are you sure you weren't blighted then? It took weeks for the symptoms to become obvious in some of us... and even then not all of us knew without divine intervention," he admitted with a faint grimace. He hadn't realized he himself had become infected until Ludo had told him. There had been no outward signs at first, no blackened eyes or blood, only a pervasive chill that might have been a normal illness and an odd scent that it would take an Attuned nose to note as out of the ordinary.
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SUNJATA
He listens to Jigano as he mentions he’s heard that the midwife had been blighted from Loren, and his head tilts with that small amount of information – wondering what the Launceleyn was doing around the midwife, suspicions arising before he quells them and focuses on the more important questions the bard tosses his way. Sunjata pauses too, when Jigano turns to face him, and he shoves his trembling hands into his pockets as he looks a bit down to the man. “She might be, but her blood is clear… Iridescent.” He struggles to find the words in this language, but manages after a moment. “It’s not red like ours.” He shrugs.

The tainted blood, when Phoebe would put an attempt to cure it into it, would explode the glass it was on and shatter the things around it.” He grits his teeth for a brief moment, recalling the shards of glass that had cut his arms and Phoebe’s face. “Cells are… how did she put it? They make us who we are? Little circle-like things that are too small for our eyes to see.” He struggles again in this language, huffing a brief moment under his breath as he looks away from Jigano and his accented voice rumbles up again. “Bloedselle, en selle wat aanval as hulle siek is.” He begins in his own language, trying to pick it apart in his exhaustion before translating it for Jigano, steel eyes trailing back to the pale haired man. “Blood cells, and other cells to attack infection, I think.” He manages, pausing to run a trembling hand through his hair.

He gives Jigano a slightly pointed look at the question. “I wasn’t blighted then. I just started to show symptoms after the snows began to fall. I even managed to plant two roses.” He says before tilting his head. “Until Phoebe attacked me and I dragged her to Remi’s and his… horned horse couldn’t heal me.” It’s an easy offer up of information. But he knows that he hadn’t been blighted at that time. “Her cure worked fine on my blood before. But on Ronin’s, on her own, it exploded the glass. On Rexanna’s, it just swallowed it whole. It swallowed the blight too, with no spreading.
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#14
It was true that he hadn't actually seen Rexanna's blood, but some doubt remained that she was a good representative of what 'normal' Ascended were. Or maybe that was just his heart talking, desperately hoping that she wasn't led as far astray down that path as Sam was, enslaving herself beyond recovery to the same goddess who had spread the blight to himself and those he cared for. It wasn't the sort of thing to argue with a stranger though, so he let Sunjata's confirmation go with a nod of acknowledgment, even if it wasn't exactly agreement.

Besides, there were other questions to ask, like: "What were you attempting to cure it with?" Fascinating, to hear that the blighted blood had exploded on contact with certain things.

Terrifying, to consider what could have happened to his own internal fluids, especially when he had been running around mind-lost and feral.

'Cells' didn't make much sense at first, but the mention of little circle things they couldn't see? "Ah, nanites," he said sagely. He tilted his head as Sunjata slipped into another language, curious in spite of the blight that weighed down his soul, but the translation was enough to confirm his initial suspicion. "Small things that attack and heal within a body? I didn't expect to find them here though..." he murmured, frowning at the implications. Nanites were a thing of the fallen stars, technology so far advanced they could barely decipher how to use and somewhat repair it, not replicate it themselves.

Sunjata's glare wasn't lost on the bard, but he _had_ just tried to explain that the blight hadn't shown outward symptoms immediately with him, either. The significance of the Roses was lost on him; he had felt no urge to plant any even after the blight had started to recede. It took him a moment to decipher 'horned horse,' however, and his eyes tightened a little as he nodded. "She's a unicorn," he said quietly. "Isla." And she had not always been a unicorn, but she was no longer the soul she had been, either. "But... the cure swallowed Rexanna's blood?" he repeated, frown threatening to return as he began to shake out stakes and string he had brought and looking for a likely area to begin his assaying. "If her cure could swallow the blight as well, and stop its spread... was that before or after the explosions?" He couldn't tell if it was Sunjata's accent or the blight making his brain slow, but he was having trouble making heads or tails of the other man's explanation, and he didn't like feeling so confused over something that sounded so important.


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