but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
It’s obvious to him that Deimos takes precision seriously, the way the movements seem practiced and familiar as opposed to Sunjata’s own attempts. In the end, he and Lusea had been along those front lines, calling for the catapults to be used, having not pulled the arm themselves. They’d had guns then, his favorite pistols and her favorite sawed off shotgun. He shrugs lightly as he takes his attempt, watching it fail and falter into the dust and dirt, a hum of amusement leaving him.
“I’m better with a gun.” He rumbles with a playful smirk that crosses his face. Still, it can’t hurt to learn, and despite his failed attempt he watches Deimos let the next catapult shot fly, watching as it takes out the rest of the target as his questions reach the air. And he’s glad for it, suddenly, as Deimos tells him over a year.
He makes his way near to try again at a new target, shifting and adjusting the catapult to aim at the other one while he mulls it over. “Longheat will be my first year anniversary here.” He rumbles thoughtfully. “Hotaru tells me she’s arrived recently in comparison.” Steel eyes shift toward Deimos then with a curious look crossing his face.
“Seems like you two know each other longer than that, but I haven’t asked her. Are you two from the same world?” More importantly, ’what should I know about her?’ They’d been too busy with talk of Advocates and Lusea and sharing a small amount of loneliness with one another that he hadn’t brought it up — yet wherever in public the Valkyrie was, it was always near the Sword. Letting his words fly in the air, he lets the arm go again, watching the rocks as they pelt the face of the next target, sheeting and ripping fabric with an amused sly smile before he steps back and lets Deimos take over again.
“I’m better with a gun.” He rumbles with a playful smirk that crosses his face. Still, it can’t hurt to learn, and despite his failed attempt he watches Deimos let the next catapult shot fly, watching as it takes out the rest of the target as his questions reach the air. And he’s glad for it, suddenly, as Deimos tells him over a year.
He makes his way near to try again at a new target, shifting and adjusting the catapult to aim at the other one while he mulls it over. “Longheat will be my first year anniversary here.” He rumbles thoughtfully. “Hotaru tells me she’s arrived recently in comparison.” Steel eyes shift toward Deimos then with a curious look crossing his face.
“Seems like you two know each other longer than that, but I haven’t asked her. Are you two from the same world?” More importantly, ’what should I know about her?’ They’d been too busy with talk of Advocates and Lusea and sharing a small amount of loneliness with one another that he hadn’t brought it up — yet wherever in public the Valkyrie was, it was always near the Sword. Letting his words fly in the air, he lets the arm go again, watching the rocks as they pelt the face of the next target, sheeting and ripping fabric with an amused sly smile before he steps back and lets Deimos take over again.
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.
