but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
He has nothing to add to the comment of Adam owning the guns, and Sunjata understands to an extent. Adam could be a bit too much at times, flaunt too much, talk too much, but he was still a member of the Advocates to Sunjata’s knowledge, and a part of him appreciates the man regardless of the questionable choices. At the mention of that, Sunjata shifts the conversation to Hotaru, commenting she’d made a great spy — that’s what Sunjata would have her be, at least. Use the advantage of the things taught to you, like how he had become a face, propaganda time and time again, but enough power and knowledge to back it up.
The mention of her being a Thief, however, takes him a small amount by surprise as he steps back and lets Deimos take over again. He supposes that part makes sense, wondering what things she’d stolen in this strange other land — but the surprises don’t stop there. Not as Deimos mentions she’d been a Queen and Sunjata’s lips curl into a conspirators grin. A Cheshire grin enough to match Deimos’ to a lesser degree. “How long was she Queen?” He asks curiously.
He can’t wait to comment on it.
But Deimos misses, and cackles at the attempt that Sunjata partakes in. Not at Deimos, but at the sheer circumstance that they can’t accurately hit anything time and time again. But that’s why they’re here, right? Practice? To get better and better so they don’t miss? He shrugs to Deimos, sure it’s likely the contraption that’s harboring their inability and not them, themselves, before he steps up to it again, eyeing it curiously. He angles it yet again, shifting the position ever so slightly, pulls the arm back after filling it with more of the endless rocks, and watches as he lets go and the rocks soar just a bit too hard, pelting into the ground far behind the target. He hisses again under his breath before turning to Deimos with a rumble of laughter that leaves him.
“I think I’m done before I make too much of a fool of myself.” He rolls his eyes before settling back again.
The mention of her being a Thief, however, takes him a small amount by surprise as he steps back and lets Deimos take over again. He supposes that part makes sense, wondering what things she’d stolen in this strange other land — but the surprises don’t stop there. Not as Deimos mentions she’d been a Queen and Sunjata’s lips curl into a conspirators grin. A Cheshire grin enough to match Deimos’ to a lesser degree. “How long was she Queen?” He asks curiously.
He can’t wait to comment on it.
But Deimos misses, and cackles at the attempt that Sunjata partakes in. Not at Deimos, but at the sheer circumstance that they can’t accurately hit anything time and time again. But that’s why they’re here, right? Practice? To get better and better so they don’t miss? He shrugs to Deimos, sure it’s likely the contraption that’s harboring their inability and not them, themselves, before he steps up to it again, eyeing it curiously. He angles it yet again, shifting the position ever so slightly, pulls the arm back after filling it with more of the endless rocks, and watches as he lets go and the rocks soar just a bit too hard, pelting into the ground far behind the target. He hisses again under his breath before turning to Deimos with a rumble of laughter that leaves him.
“I think I’m done before I make too much of a fool of myself.” He rolls his eyes before settling back 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.
