SuNJATA
the flood
She takes his arm, and he offers her a bright smirk – a hint of a devilish grin threatening to appear – but he refrains as he begins to guide her through the crowd and to the back side of the door to the bar. An unassuming appearance for most, the door to drop off trash and things of that nature, nothing to it other than a backyard of sorts. But they’re outside now, and he guides her through the specific pathing toward the Guild, before a set of stairs appears before them.
This is when he lets go of her arm, but takes her hand instead. He guides her down the specific steps to take to prevent the traps from attacking them, and only when they’re at the bottom of the stairwell does he flash her a true devilish grin, opening the door to allow her in. She’ll find the interior dark, quite like a Thieves Guild, with trinkets and the hint of smoke drifting about the inside, books and papers scattered among the desk at the center. “Welcome to the Devil’s Advocates, Weaver.” He hums to her, gesturing to let her in.
This is when he lets go of her arm, but takes her hand instead. He guides her down the specific steps to take to prevent the traps from attacking them, and only when they’re at the bottom of the stairwell does he flash her a true devilish grin, opening the door to allow her in. She’ll find the interior dark, quite like a Thieves Guild, with trinkets and the hint of smoke drifting about the inside, books and papers scattered among the desk at the center. “Welcome to the Devil’s Advocates, Weaver.” He hums to her, gesturing to let her in.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
