SUNJATA
“We were crafty rebels.” He responds easily, a slight crooked smile crossing his face as the alcohol numbs most of the worries, the fears he’s holding close to his heart. The mention of the museum though has him snorting, giving Jigano a roguish look. “Oh, my father despite his shortfalls wasn’t stupid. All the museums held realistic copies. The real ones were held where we lived and the surrounding areas in bunkers.” A shrug. His father was certainly one to bring up learning from past mistakes, it’s what’s made the reign such a sharp hand. It’s why traditions had been so important.
It’s why they’d kept it up for years, replacing and replicating, pushing the strongest lines and not necessarily the smartest ones. It’s also why Sunjata specifically wanted nothing to do with it in the slightest.
The verse however makes his smile softer, a boyish, childish kind of calm coming over him that has only happened a couple of times in Caido. Still, he nods and snorts slightly when Jigano mentions he’s meddlesome. “You and me both.” A roll of his shoulders at that. “As for that, I can understand.” A recollection of Lusea calling him soft because he had been with Phoebe, had chosen the midwife to settle with when he’d inevitably drown her. A force to be reckoned with.
Sir Flood though? That was a new one. And he gives a toothy smirk back to Jigano, revealing slightly sharp canines but nothing near the Ascended – just genetics at this point. “Vloed, if you want to be accurate.” A wink from his steel eyes is given before he hums a quiet laugh.
It’s why they’d kept it up for years, replacing and replicating, pushing the strongest lines and not necessarily the smartest ones. It’s also why Sunjata specifically wanted nothing to do with it in the slightest.
The verse however makes his smile softer, a boyish, childish kind of calm coming over him that has only happened a couple of times in Caido. Still, he nods and snorts slightly when Jigano mentions he’s meddlesome. “You and me both.” A roll of his shoulders at that. “As for that, I can understand.” A recollection of Lusea calling him soft because he had been with Phoebe, had chosen the midwife to settle with when he’d inevitably drown her. A force to be reckoned with.
Sir Flood though? That was a new one. And he gives a toothy smirk back to Jigano, revealing slightly sharp canines but nothing near the Ascended – just genetics at this point. “Vloed, if you want to be accurate.” A wink from his steel eyes is given before he hums a quiet laugh.
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.
