but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
“What is a gun?” He shouldn’t be surprised, but there’s a part of him that tries to remember how he explained it to Loren, how to explain something nobody has ever seen. And he’s suddenly reminded of Phoebe explaining what snow was and how the Korofi man couldn’t quite grasp the information from it. There’s a wry smile that crosses his face at the question, and his head tilts slightly as he figures out just how to mention what it was. “They’re typically small, held easily in one hand. They’re like a bow but faster, louder, more powerful. There’s a bullet full of gunpowder inside and when you pull the trigger, there’s a part that explodes the bullet within the barrel and it shoots out wherever you aim, like an arrow.” He explains the best he can, hoping it makes sense. “Been shot by an arrow and a gun, and I can say the bullet hurt much worse.” He rumbles, Hans absentmindedly moving to his side above the cut Lusea has stitched and left scarring for the scar of a bullet.
But he’s aiming now, watching it sail through the sky and hitting the target with a pleased snort that leaves him, and he asks of Hotaru as soon as he steps back — letting Deimos snicker and chuckle behind him at the question, answering simply as the other man steps up to the catapult. A simple yes and Sunjata has to fight to keep from rolling his eyes. It’s like that, then, he supposes with an amused smirk landing on his face.
Deimos misses next and Sunjata returns to the catapult with a precise gleam to his eye, though it matters little as the rocks sail and do the same as Deimos’ did, a scattering and pile beginning to form in front of the target. He too snorts and steps back, steel eyes drifting toward the Sword. “Has she always been so great at finding out things she shouldn’t?” He rumbles, awaiting a simple one word answer before he snorts and inhales deeply. “Just want an idea of what I’m getting into.” Certainly he could understand that. And with Hotaru working as an Advocate — perhaps Deimos may notice the glint of a silver bracelet on his wrist that matches her own — he wants an even playing field.
But he’s aiming now, watching it sail through the sky and hitting the target with a pleased snort that leaves him, and he asks of Hotaru as soon as he steps back — letting Deimos snicker and chuckle behind him at the question, answering simply as the other man steps up to the catapult. A simple yes and Sunjata has to fight to keep from rolling his eyes. It’s like that, then, he supposes with an amused smirk landing on his face.
Deimos misses next and Sunjata returns to the catapult with a precise gleam to his eye, though it matters little as the rocks sail and do the same as Deimos’ did, a scattering and pile beginning to form in front of the target. He too snorts and steps back, steel eyes drifting toward the Sword. “Has she always been so great at finding out things she shouldn’t?” He rumbles, awaiting a simple one word answer before he snorts and inhales deeply. “Just want an idea of what I’m getting into.” Certainly he could understand that. And with Hotaru working as an Advocate — perhaps Deimos may notice the glint of a silver bracelet on his wrist that matches her own — he wants an even playing field.
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.
