i have seen what the darkness does
say goodbye to who i was
Remi gives his best explanation of a loreseeker, while Sunjata thinks back to his conversation with Jigano – and after catching the glance from the alchemist, he focuses on Oliver before he adds his own. “They find the history of Caido, through books, stories, songs… Things like that. The Atheneum is a library you can go check out sometime if you want to read up on things here.” He offers, shooting another small glance Remi’s way with a slight shrug.
But Oliver mentions he may take some time to figure it out, and Sunjata nods in agreement to that, too. He had been recruited quickly upon his arrival for the Devil’s Advocates, had worked with them quickly after while he figured out his place in this world – but again, it was rather hush, so he pretends to play the idea he doesn’t know what makes him happy here. It’s easier that way. As for repayment? His head tilts toward Oliver, steel eyes skating over the shorter man before his gaze is captured by the guildhall.
It’s massive, and Sunjata soon wonders how he’s missed it in the first place. Perhaps he’d been too caught up with other things, rather than focusing on his surroundings. Remi opens the door then, letting them in, and he trails in with a nod of his head in thanks to the alchemist, pausing to look around the ornate designs before a light shiver creeps up his spine. It feels too much like home for him to be perfectly comfortable, but he swallows down his uncanny nervousness to shrug the furs and jacket off of himself – leaving him in a near sleeveless shirt, short enough to see the wing tattoos that extend from his arms and along the base of his neck. “Sure.” He offers to Remi, finding a place to sit, wondering when the last time he had tea was, rather than alcohol and water – before he focuses on Oliver once more. “So what else would you like to know?”
But Oliver mentions he may take some time to figure it out, and Sunjata nods in agreement to that, too. He had been recruited quickly upon his arrival for the Devil’s Advocates, had worked with them quickly after while he figured out his place in this world – but again, it was rather hush, so he pretends to play the idea he doesn’t know what makes him happy here. It’s easier that way. As for repayment? His head tilts toward Oliver, steel eyes skating over the shorter man before his gaze is captured by the guildhall.
It’s massive, and Sunjata soon wonders how he’s missed it in the first place. Perhaps he’d been too caught up with other things, rather than focusing on his surroundings. Remi opens the door then, letting them in, and he trails in with a nod of his head in thanks to the alchemist, pausing to look around the ornate designs before a light shiver creeps up his spine. It feels too much like home for him to be perfectly comfortable, but he swallows down his uncanny nervousness to shrug the furs and jacket off of himself – leaving him in a near sleeveless shirt, short enough to see the wing tattoos that extend from his arms and along the base of his neck. “Sure.” He offers to Remi, finding a place to sit, wondering when the last time he had tea was, rather than alcohol and water – before he focuses on Oliver once more. “So what else would you like to know?”
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.
