but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
“Farther in some cases.” He offers to Deimos, pleased by the intrigue the other man offers in response to guns and what they were. “Very accurate. Moves fast enough in some instances where you don’t have to account for wind so much.” He shrugs. “Adam came into Caido with them, the lucky bastard.” He rumbles with a quiet chuckle. He doesn’t even know if Deimos knows Adam, but with the way the man talked and the way he held himself, he feels like he’s been at least heard of before. And that’s something at the end of the day, he supposes.
Deimos then takes aim, and Sunjata watches as the rocks pelt the shoulder, lightly but enough to bruise, to distract from other possibilities. And so he takes the moment to ask about Hotaru, about her tendencies, of her acquiring information somehow, delicate information. And he snorts at Deimos’ response. So in an effort to be casual, Sunjata takes up the mantel and lets his gaze drift over the target once more, focusing a bit further on how to get it to hit before he responds. “She’d make a great spy.” He offers, launching the rocks and watching them sputter in the air and fall just a hair to the left of the target.
“Fokken hel.” He rumbles with a quiet laugh and a roll of his eyes, stepping back and shooting a glare at the target before settling and watching Deimos again.
Deimos then takes aim, and Sunjata watches as the rocks pelt the shoulder, lightly but enough to bruise, to distract from other possibilities. And so he takes the moment to ask about Hotaru, about her tendencies, of her acquiring information somehow, delicate information. And he snorts at Deimos’ response. So in an effort to be casual, Sunjata takes up the mantel and lets his gaze drift over the target once more, focusing a bit further on how to get it to hit before he responds. “She’d make a great spy.” He offers, launching the rocks and watching them sputter in the air and fall just a hair to the left of the target.
“Fokken hel.” He rumbles with a quiet laugh and a roll of his eyes, stepping back and shooting a glare at the target before settling and watching Deimos 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.
