SUNJATA
A slight nod, most of his memories of LongNight were hazy, but still there. He just hadn’t quite been there in the moment to peel information out of anyone. And when he’d tried to ask James what the name of it was, the other man couldn’t remember either. Which, fair enough, he supposes. The two made a rather unique pair as they headed toward the makeshift bar. But that was weeks ago now, and he hadn’t seen the man since, wondering where he’d squirreled himself off to.
Jigano’s question brings his thoughts back, and his steel eyes scan over Jigano’s face as he speaks, that same nostalgic smile crossing his face, light and soft in comparison to his hardened exterior. “Mhm, essentially the same.” He confirms, until Jigano mentions the fish. He shakes his head to that. “Nope, different kinds of fish. The ocean fish can’t really live in the fresh water, likewise most freshwater fish do exactly that.” Evolution, or something like that. “So you’d find sharks and whales can handle the ocean really well, but you stick them in freshwater, they’ll have a hard time.”
The mention of the floods grant his gaze to return to the bard. “Yeah they came every year. During what I guess is called Leafchange here? It’s when I was born.” A slight shrug. As to how he got the nickname? Well, that’s a whole story in and of itself. “Uh, well, the resistance Lusea and I were a part of needed a face for it, nicknames to kind of prove ourselves. Lusea was called the flame because she was fierce, handled a gun the best I’ve ever seen. Left smoke and fire wherever she went.” As he thinks back to it, he smirks lightly at it. “As for me, well, I’d learned to swim really young, and sometimes my father had thought to flood us out. All of the guards were trained to withstand and swim in the hardest of currents, and since I was one of them for awhile before I defected, I’d learned all the little tricks they had.” He pauses as he thinks to when the name had come about.
“So, the resistance soldiers had holed up in this museum of sorts, and my father had directed the dams to flood into the museum… And most of these kids couldn’t swim very well. So I helped to get them out. But they were hoping to capture me, right? They wanted me back to continue the line despite what shit I did, so I tricked the soldiers. We were trained how to hold our breath for a fairly long time, and I had baited them essentially.” A slight shrug before a chuckle leaves him, the smile returning. “Lusea went down below and opened a few of the grates underground to a sewer system that had been blocked from releasing the water, and when she did, the pull from the water finding a different way out mostly sucked them all out and made it easy for us all to get away.” He shrugs again. His father hadn’t brought backup, hadn’t thought to need it.
“I guess they called me that because it could be a blessing or a curse. You could drown, or you could learn to adapt with the currents.” And he’d done both, time and time again. "And besides, being with Lusea then? What's more poetic than water and fire?" A smirk toward the end.
Jigano’s question brings his thoughts back, and his steel eyes scan over Jigano’s face as he speaks, that same nostalgic smile crossing his face, light and soft in comparison to his hardened exterior. “Mhm, essentially the same.” He confirms, until Jigano mentions the fish. He shakes his head to that. “Nope, different kinds of fish. The ocean fish can’t really live in the fresh water, likewise most freshwater fish do exactly that.” Evolution, or something like that. “So you’d find sharks and whales can handle the ocean really well, but you stick them in freshwater, they’ll have a hard time.”
The mention of the floods grant his gaze to return to the bard. “Yeah they came every year. During what I guess is called Leafchange here? It’s when I was born.” A slight shrug. As to how he got the nickname? Well, that’s a whole story in and of itself. “Uh, well, the resistance Lusea and I were a part of needed a face for it, nicknames to kind of prove ourselves. Lusea was called the flame because she was fierce, handled a gun the best I’ve ever seen. Left smoke and fire wherever she went.” As he thinks back to it, he smirks lightly at it. “As for me, well, I’d learned to swim really young, and sometimes my father had thought to flood us out. All of the guards were trained to withstand and swim in the hardest of currents, and since I was one of them for awhile before I defected, I’d learned all the little tricks they had.” He pauses as he thinks to when the name had come about.
“So, the resistance soldiers had holed up in this museum of sorts, and my father had directed the dams to flood into the museum… And most of these kids couldn’t swim very well. So I helped to get them out. But they were hoping to capture me, right? They wanted me back to continue the line despite what shit I did, so I tricked the soldiers. We were trained how to hold our breath for a fairly long time, and I had baited them essentially.” A slight shrug before a chuckle leaves him, the smile returning. “Lusea went down below and opened a few of the grates underground to a sewer system that had been blocked from releasing the water, and when she did, the pull from the water finding a different way out mostly sucked them all out and made it easy for us all to get away.” He shrugs again. His father hadn’t brought backup, hadn’t thought to need it.
“I guess they called me that because it could be a blessing or a curse. You could drown, or you could learn to adapt with the currents.” And he’d done both, time and time again. "And besides, being with Lusea then? What's more poetic than water and fire?" A smirk toward the end.
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.
