SUNJATA
A brighter grin is sent Jigano’s way as he picks up the pieces, a tilt to his head. “die Vlam en die Vloed.” He recites in a way that almost sounds like the beginning of an anthem – of course, if the scene had been rainy nights, streetlights flickering in and out, smoke pouring from rooftops and police shields held by the rebels to antagonize, to fight their own system, it might have been a bit more of a beautiful sight. But here? A quiet, haphazard put together bar with him being the only one who knows the language of his home in this room? Well, he finds it falls a little flat.
He supposes it’s perfect for reminiscing, in the end.
Jigano mentions some other clues that might hone him in on Amalia, the Shield of Safrin, and his head tilts with recollection of who he’d met here on Caido. In the end, he comes up short, shaking his head with a light snort. “Doesn’t ring a bell.” A light shrug. It doesn’t bother him, he’s sure he’ll meet her eventually – perhaps even because of their aligned goddess of choice. One day, maybe.
Still, a nod is given to Jigano in agreement to the fact that Lusea had missed Zariah, having not arrived when he had. Another snort is given to him about the monarchy comments. “Well, you know, gotta start somewhere.” His accent has grown a bit thicker with the alcohol burning in his gut, and instead he focuses on Jigano’s words, nodding.
“I mean, there wasn’t one before Zariah, right? That’s what I heard?” A thoughtful hum. “And after that since the precedent was set that you could just… Do it, someone has to take up the reins.” His brows furrow lightly in his thought, listening as he mentions the Ascended – and honestly, Sunjata doesn’t have a problem with them. Sam seemed nice enough, Lucas had given him the opportunity of this, and Rexanna had been willing to help with a sample for Phoebe’s research (even though she saw right through him).
“I suppose we’ll see. Maybe everyone will disperse with the portals.” A shrug as he lifts the drink to his lips, finishing it off and leaning back, quiet acceptance of Jigano’s thought process. Perhaps Oliver might be interested, willing to learn more about the life he found himself in since he couldn’t remember nearly anything of his past. Ah well, a thought for another day – for now, his focus was keeping his mind off of most things and embracing the numbness and nostalgia.
He supposes it’s perfect for reminiscing, in the end.
Jigano mentions some other clues that might hone him in on Amalia, the Shield of Safrin, and his head tilts with recollection of who he’d met here on Caido. In the end, he comes up short, shaking his head with a light snort. “Doesn’t ring a bell.” A light shrug. It doesn’t bother him, he’s sure he’ll meet her eventually – perhaps even because of their aligned goddess of choice. One day, maybe.
Still, a nod is given to Jigano in agreement to the fact that Lusea had missed Zariah, having not arrived when he had. Another snort is given to him about the monarchy comments. “Well, you know, gotta start somewhere.” His accent has grown a bit thicker with the alcohol burning in his gut, and instead he focuses on Jigano’s words, nodding.
“I mean, there wasn’t one before Zariah, right? That’s what I heard?” A thoughtful hum. “And after that since the precedent was set that you could just… Do it, someone has to take up the reins.” His brows furrow lightly in his thought, listening as he mentions the Ascended – and honestly, Sunjata doesn’t have a problem with them. Sam seemed nice enough, Lucas had given him the opportunity of this, and Rexanna had been willing to help with a sample for Phoebe’s research (even though she saw right through him).
“I suppose we’ll see. Maybe everyone will disperse with the portals.” A shrug as he lifts the drink to his lips, finishing it off and leaning back, quiet acceptance of Jigano’s thought process. Perhaps Oliver might be interested, willing to learn more about the life he found himself in since he couldn’t remember nearly anything of his past. Ah well, a thought for another day – for now, his focus was keeping his mind off of most things and embracing the numbness and nostalgia.
come home. don't die so far from the sea—
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.
