SuNjATA
the flood
It is immensely emotionally taxing. And Sunjata can feel it too as he grabs yet another drink, wondering if he can get himself drunk enough to forget about it all at least until the next shift he’s been given. As he grabs the glass, he glances around the Rathskeller, gaze drifting toward those along the tables and seats, to those settling along the walls, to the corners. Then, finding nothing of interest, he moves up tot he main Temple and does the same. He spots Oliver in one of these corners, having forgotten to tell the other man that he in fact had gotten stuck in the Temple after all.
And recruited? Sort of?
Either way, he makes his way over toward the blonde man, eyeing the bottle of alcohol with a nod while he holds his own glass. “Hey, so, turns out I’m in the Temple after all, huh?” He says by way of greeting, perhaps quite a bit drunk already – enough that he’s too warm to wear his jackets, and instead simply wears a short sleeve shirt as he sinks down beside Oliver, head shifting over toward him with his glass raised in an almost mock toast of what they’re experiencing.
Perhaps how much they hate LongNight.
And recruited? Sort of?
Either way, he makes his way over toward the blonde man, eyeing the bottle of alcohol with a nod while he holds his own glass. “Hey, so, turns out I’m in the Temple after all, huh?” He says by way of greeting, perhaps quite a bit drunk already – enough that he’s too warm to wear his jackets, and instead simply wears a short sleeve shirt as he sinks down beside Oliver, head shifting over toward him with his glass raised in an almost mock toast of what they’re experiencing.
Perhaps how much they hate LongNight.
this ain't no place for no hero
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.
