i have seen what the darkness does
say goodbye to who i was
He doesn’t notice the man standing behind Adam at first, but as more drift in and his steel gaze lands on a particularly sulky Ezra, his mind immediately goes toward Loren offering him the bar rather than the effeminate man himself, and he raises a dark brow toward the man before his words slip through the air. Half are dead? What?
He can’t quite understand, but he does manage to let his eyes drift back to Lusea as she goes around and introduces herself, not commenting on the flirtatious tone or looks she gives around. She’d done it before, but this time? He doesn’t know what she’ll do. Instead, he pulls from the cigarette with a heavy draw, sitting forward as Adam’s boot hits the floor. His firearms are braced on his thighs as he looks to the man with the guns.
At Adam’s first comment, Sunjata can’t help but tilt his head in a small amount of surprise, before gritting his teeth with a slight nod. “How?” He interrupts into the air, standing with cigarette in hand as his boots scuff along the floor with their own heavy thuds until he reaches the bookshelf. Fingers trailing along spines that all seem the same, until he finds the one of his records. He lets the cigarette hang from his lips as he turns and leans against the shelving, flipping through the pages until he finds the page he seeks.
Shooting a glance toward Lusea, he steps by her to grab a quill and some ink, leaning down to write “Adam didn’t kill Lucas.” Before tearing the page out and moving toward the desk Adam’s around. “Mmm, there’s your record.” He announces with a smirk to his face, arms crossing with the book in his hand. If he’s being honest, he finds it a ridiculous thing to keep a record of, but the moment is something he’s certain Lucas would have thoroughly enjoyed had he been here to see it.
It doesn’t even cross his mind that Adam can’t read.
But he remains just long enough to hear the introduction, eyes narrowing slightly as Adam winks toward Lusea, but passing it off for now. One glance at the tenderness Adam had shown to Peter is enough of a statement to Sunjata as anything else is. And after all, if he’s trying to be more like his old self for Lusea and his own sake, he’s gotta keep up the game. But he can’t help the glance he gives back to Ezra, wondering if there are grievances. But before he can make a comment, he looks back at Adam and sees the hand that drifts toward the gun. And the man laughs.
“Grievances, huh?” He begins, stepping away from the table enough to pull the smoke from his lips as he leaves the book on the table. “What are we going to do now? Lucas was the one that got our connections. Is that you now? Or are you just going to keep stealing things?” Maybe it’s a bit harsh, but the blight hasn’t been kind to him these last few weeks. Steeling himself, he takes a ragged breath before shaking his head, shooting Adam an almost apologetic look despite never doing it in public. “I think we should be talking more about what our plans are, rather than getting new members and threatening to shoot the few we do.”
That being said, his head tilts as he runs a hand through his hair. “Like Longnight. Our numbers are few, and it’s going to be really shitty out there. Personally I think it would be good to have a few of us wherever people will be congregating. Split us up to get the most out of it if we’re going to be stuck indoors for gods know how long.” His eyes remain on Adam, quietly ignoring Lusea as she does the same for him, and Ezra who he’s sure will speak up when needed. As for Pet, he doesn’t even know if the man can speak.
He can’t quite understand, but he does manage to let his eyes drift back to Lusea as she goes around and introduces herself, not commenting on the flirtatious tone or looks she gives around. She’d done it before, but this time? He doesn’t know what she’ll do. Instead, he pulls from the cigarette with a heavy draw, sitting forward as Adam’s boot hits the floor. His firearms are braced on his thighs as he looks to the man with the guns.
At Adam’s first comment, Sunjata can’t help but tilt his head in a small amount of surprise, before gritting his teeth with a slight nod. “How?” He interrupts into the air, standing with cigarette in hand as his boots scuff along the floor with their own heavy thuds until he reaches the bookshelf. Fingers trailing along spines that all seem the same, until he finds the one of his records. He lets the cigarette hang from his lips as he turns and leans against the shelving, flipping through the pages until he finds the page he seeks.
Shooting a glance toward Lusea, he steps by her to grab a quill and some ink, leaning down to write “Adam didn’t kill Lucas.” Before tearing the page out and moving toward the desk Adam’s around. “Mmm, there’s your record.” He announces with a smirk to his face, arms crossing with the book in his hand. If he’s being honest, he finds it a ridiculous thing to keep a record of, but the moment is something he’s certain Lucas would have thoroughly enjoyed had he been here to see it.
It doesn’t even cross his mind that Adam can’t read.
But he remains just long enough to hear the introduction, eyes narrowing slightly as Adam winks toward Lusea, but passing it off for now. One glance at the tenderness Adam had shown to Peter is enough of a statement to Sunjata as anything else is. And after all, if he’s trying to be more like his old self for Lusea and his own sake, he’s gotta keep up the game. But he can’t help the glance he gives back to Ezra, wondering if there are grievances. But before he can make a comment, he looks back at Adam and sees the hand that drifts toward the gun. And the man laughs.
“Grievances, huh?” He begins, stepping away from the table enough to pull the smoke from his lips as he leaves the book on the table. “What are we going to do now? Lucas was the one that got our connections. Is that you now? Or are you just going to keep stealing things?” Maybe it’s a bit harsh, but the blight hasn’t been kind to him these last few weeks. Steeling himself, he takes a ragged breath before shaking his head, shooting Adam an almost apologetic look despite never doing it in public. “I think we should be talking more about what our plans are, rather than getting new members and threatening to shoot the few we do.”
That being said, his head tilts as he runs a hand through his hair. “Like Longnight. Our numbers are few, and it’s going to be really shitty out there. Personally I think it would be good to have a few of us wherever people will be congregating. Split us up to get the most out of it if we’re going to be stuck indoors for gods know how long.” His eyes remain on Adam, quietly ignoring Lusea as she does the same for him, and Ezra who he’s sure will speak up when needed. As for Pet, he doesn’t even know if the man can speak.
SUNJATA
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.
