SuNjATA
the flood
Sunjata nods in response to Oliver, a light hum of laughter leaving him at the comment. Interesting was certainly one way to put it – though he doesn’t have much information on what they’re truly like in ways that aren’t business related. He met Samuel, Rexanna, and of course worked for Lucas. But… Other than that, no real idea or connection with any of them. He hadn’t stayed long to find out.
As Oliver mentions he’s accepted, Sunjata shrugs to that too. “I just kind of assume most people are until they prove otherwise?” He admits thoughtfully. “I thought Lusea was too, until she used magic. She didn’t know she had it either until that point.” For a moment he shivers, a light tremble to his hand as he recalls when she had shown it and his gaze slips from Oliver for that moment, to look out over the expanse and blow out a puff of air. Pushing it down, down, down, where he doesn’t need to think about that particularly scenario anymore.
Luckily Oliver asks him for his opinion, and his head tilts as he messes with the sleeve of his jacket, considering. He doesn’t know what to tell Oliver, it’s not a decision that he can make. And while he might have been the face of the revolution in Korofi, he was not the one to make the decisions. He just followed the orders. As he always had done. But the blond man goes on, asking what the differences were, referencing private times that causes him to raise a brow. “I imagine they all will have rooms for people to sleep in.” He snorts lightly. "Or with." He adds with a slightly louder chuckle, wondering who this mysterious person was he planned to stay in the room with.
“Might need to take turns and rotate, but I’m sure there’s room in both.” It’s an unhelpful answer, but truth be told Sunjata hadn’t thought about it much. While the man had spent plenty of time in cramped places in Korofi, it was quite a bit larger there in general than Caido had been. And with it, Sunjata finds himself to be quite tall compared to the rest of those around. “You’ve been to both, what do you think about them? At least at the Temple there’s the college, the infirmary, the Rathskeller to get wasted at and forget about it all…” He hums lightly in consideration. “But at the Guildhall, I mean, you’ve been there. I’m sure it has the same, but there’s no infirmary there. Just… People there to help I guess?” Steel eyes look over to scan Oliver’s face with a raised brow.
As Oliver mentions he’s accepted, Sunjata shrugs to that too. “I just kind of assume most people are until they prove otherwise?” He admits thoughtfully. “I thought Lusea was too, until she used magic. She didn’t know she had it either until that point.” For a moment he shivers, a light tremble to his hand as he recalls when she had shown it and his gaze slips from Oliver for that moment, to look out over the expanse and blow out a puff of air. Pushing it down, down, down, where he doesn’t need to think about that particularly scenario anymore.
Luckily Oliver asks him for his opinion, and his head tilts as he messes with the sleeve of his jacket, considering. He doesn’t know what to tell Oliver, it’s not a decision that he can make. And while he might have been the face of the revolution in Korofi, he was not the one to make the decisions. He just followed the orders. As he always had done. But the blond man goes on, asking what the differences were, referencing private times that causes him to raise a brow. “I imagine they all will have rooms for people to sleep in.” He snorts lightly. "Or with." He adds with a slightly louder chuckle, wondering who this mysterious person was he planned to stay in the room with.
“Might need to take turns and rotate, but I’m sure there’s room in both.” It’s an unhelpful answer, but truth be told Sunjata hadn’t thought about it much. While the man had spent plenty of time in cramped places in Korofi, it was quite a bit larger there in general than Caido had been. And with it, Sunjata finds himself to be quite tall compared to the rest of those around. “You’ve been to both, what do you think about them? At least at the Temple there’s the college, the infirmary, the Rathskeller to get wasted at and forget about it all…” He hums lightly in consideration. “But at the Guildhall, I mean, you’ve been there. I’m sure it has the same, but there’s no infirmary there. Just… People there to help I guess?” Steel eyes look over to scan Oliver’s face with a raised brow.
a little rebellion
now and then
is a good thing
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.
