but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
If anyone can appreciate a decent amount of destruction, it’s Sunjata. And he’s not surprised, as soon as he arrives and offers his own small amount of greeting, of mentioning training with explosions and destroying of things to be something he absolutely enjoyed, he can’t help but to notice the hint of a smile that crosses Deimos’ face at that. Testing. He says. Experimenting. He says. And Sunjata wonders which home, which location in Caido this might come in handy with. A warning, of sorts.
It passes, however, the casual smirk crossing his lips as he focuses on the construction of it, the utility, the possibilities of it all. And when Deimos mentions that he’s welcome to try, well, Sunjata offers an accented chuckle of his own to the other man. “Oh, don’t mind if I do.” He says, a sudden amount of excitement slipping through his carefully crafted mask, a light shining through as he grins a bit brighter.
Slipping away from it for a moment, he removes the bow from his shoulders, setting it upside against one of the walls to the barracks, arms loosening and stretching as he returns to adjust the catapult and figure out how the aiming works, before he spots the rocks Deimos had used for it and grabs one of those as well – hefting it into the catapult. “Back in Korofi, we had these. They were a bit bigger.” He rumbles in jest, grin forming a bit wider as he aims and lets the catapult arm swing – watching the rock sail into the sky before it pummels one of the targets he’d made, right in the chest.
He moves aside for Deimos to continue on his side, amusement lingering in his face at that. “These aim much better though.”
It passes, however, the casual smirk crossing his lips as he focuses on the construction of it, the utility, the possibilities of it all. And when Deimos mentions that he’s welcome to try, well, Sunjata offers an accented chuckle of his own to the other man. “Oh, don’t mind if I do.” He says, a sudden amount of excitement slipping through his carefully crafted mask, a light shining through as he grins a bit brighter.
Slipping away from it for a moment, he removes the bow from his shoulders, setting it upside against one of the walls to the barracks, arms loosening and stretching as he returns to adjust the catapult and figure out how the aiming works, before he spots the rocks Deimos had used for it and grabs one of those as well – hefting it into the catapult. “Back in Korofi, we had these. They were a bit bigger.” He rumbles in jest, grin forming a bit wider as he aims and lets the catapult arm swing – watching the rock sail into the sky before it pummels one of the targets he’d made, right in the chest.
He moves aside for Deimos to continue on his side, amusement lingering in his face at that. “These aim much better though.”
but not who i am
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.
