when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
Ah, so Deimos does have some humor then. Perfect. An amusing feeling lingers within, taking it in stride, and if he could have smugly smirked in the feline form he finds himself in, he certainly would have. Even if it were only a single inch, not much to write home about but Sunjata would certainly take what he could get in the end. Two towers indeed, but where Deimos was built to endure the hardships of his past, Sunjata was built a bit differently. Both were muscular, brutal in their own respects, but Sunjata had always been a man that fit in a bit better underground, hiding within the shadows than a battlefield.
He’d tried it before and he’d hated it.
He’s still surprised, however, as his jaw latches on the rat and it flings from him, flying toward the corner that the two giant cats corner the variety of rats in. And he joins in Deimos with the pawing, with sharp claws outstretched, paired with teeth as he drowns out the squeals. And as Deimos grabs a mouthful of the rats, he too scoops them up to take outside, picking up a light trot to catch up to the silver tiger. I’m fine. Just surprised. He offers to the other man as he discards the rats with the rest.
He shifts back as well, running a hand through his hair, taking a moment after to inspect the finger that had been bitten to find just a small bruise – nothing terrible, nothing painful, easy to forget about. Steel eyes lift to Deimos’ form, listening as tasks are given and Jigano chooses the furniture ones. Ah well, perhaps later he can try and gain some information in regards to the Valkyrie.
Looking over to Oliver, he tilts his head lightly. “I’m going to work on the targets, but let me know if you need help with the doors.” Because, well, Oliver was shorter than the rest of them, and if he needed some extra help reaching the higher parts that were warped, well, he could take a moment to spare to help.
Then, slipping toward where the targets were, he focuses on similar ones that they had back home in Korofi. Planting a thick board pretty deep into the ground, so it wouldn’t just fall over, he then grabs some straw for the first of the targets, some twine to tie it into the shape of a person, draping cloth around to keep the straw within and yet still easily replaced when the straw went bad.
He’d tried it before and he’d hated it.
He’s still surprised, however, as his jaw latches on the rat and it flings from him, flying toward the corner that the two giant cats corner the variety of rats in. And he joins in Deimos with the pawing, with sharp claws outstretched, paired with teeth as he drowns out the squeals. And as Deimos grabs a mouthful of the rats, he too scoops them up to take outside, picking up a light trot to catch up to the silver tiger. I’m fine. Just surprised. He offers to the other man as he discards the rats with the rest.
He shifts back as well, running a hand through his hair, taking a moment after to inspect the finger that had been bitten to find just a small bruise – nothing terrible, nothing painful, easy to forget about. Steel eyes lift to Deimos’ form, listening as tasks are given and Jigano chooses the furniture ones. Ah well, perhaps later he can try and gain some information in regards to the Valkyrie.
Looking over to Oliver, he tilts his head lightly. “I’m going to work on the targets, but let me know if you need help with the doors.” Because, well, Oliver was shorter than the rest of them, and if he needed some extra help reaching the higher parts that were warped, well, he could take a moment to spare to help.
Then, slipping toward where the targets were, he focuses on similar ones that they had back home in Korofi. Planting a thick board pretty deep into the ground, so it wouldn’t just fall over, he then grabs some straw for the first of the targets, some twine to tie it into the shape of a person, draping cloth around to keep the straw within and yet still easily replaced when the straw went bad.
sunjata
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.
