i have seen what the darkness does
say goodbye to who i was
As Oliver stands with the help of Remi, Sunjata is slightly surprised when he hands him back the furs. Tentatively, the man takes them and slings them over his shoulders again, steel eyes glancing down to him with a small smile of thanks. He’s quietly hoping the height difference between them isn’t too intimidating, but he finds a spot beside the two other men, head aimed down a bit with his hands back in his pockets, focusing on the path ahead while Remi speaks of the Guild.
Sunjata hasn’t seen any of the monsters yet, but from what everyone has said, there’s nothing within him that disbelieves the theory – after all, with the blight, it’s made him into one himself, slowly recovering. And so without having much else to add, he glances to Remi and spots the flush to his face, some amount of guilt forming in his gut. Ah, if only he acted like that with Lusea, perhaps things would have gone better. He inhales deeply, exhaling a cloud as his gaze drifts toward Remi again. “I hope he’s doing better, by the way.” He offers Remi a small nod, steel eyes drifting back to Oliver after.
“There’s other places too, colleges, clinics, artists…” He trails off, mostly from going through some of the information from the Devil’s Advocates, but he doesn’t mention his own Guild. After all, that defeats their entire purpose. “Something for everyone, or you can start your own if nothing fits. But don’t feel the need to rush. I’ve been here a few seasons now and I’m still figuring it out.” He tells Oliver with a slightly roguishly white smile, his accented voice filled with a small amount of humor.
Sunjata hasn’t seen any of the monsters yet, but from what everyone has said, there’s nothing within him that disbelieves the theory – after all, with the blight, it’s made him into one himself, slowly recovering. And so without having much else to add, he glances to Remi and spots the flush to his face, some amount of guilt forming in his gut. Ah, if only he acted like that with Lusea, perhaps things would have gone better. He inhales deeply, exhaling a cloud as his gaze drifts toward Remi again. “I hope he’s doing better, by the way.” He offers Remi a small nod, steel eyes drifting back to Oliver after.
“There’s other places too, colleges, clinics, artists…” He trails off, mostly from going through some of the information from the Devil’s Advocates, but he doesn’t mention his own Guild. After all, that defeats their entire purpose. “Something for everyone, or you can start your own if nothing fits. But don’t feel the need to rush. I’ve been here a few seasons now and I’m still figuring it out.” He tells Oliver with a slightly roguishly white smile, his accented voice filled with a small amount of humor.
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.
