SuNJATA
the flood
She slips within the doors to the Devil’s Advocates, and Sunjata follows behind – closing the door to keep the draft out, before letting her glance around and look as he leans against one of the bookshelves. The look she gives him when she does keeps his own devilish smile along his face. What is it for? Good question. “Started out as a Thieves Guild.” He says, pushing off from the wood he leans against to approach the couch in the center, adorned with fancy blankets and furs Ezra and Adam had snatched when they’d created it.
He lifts one of the furs briefly, before letting it fall back against the couch and look around the space again. “Now I’ve sort of got it as a spies guild. Trying to get information for more portals or ways to open up Caido again.” His gaze flits back to Weaver with a glimmer of pride and amusement slipping beneath the storm to his gaze. “What do you think?” He asks, wondering if it’s something that she’d be interested in.
He lifts one of the furs briefly, before letting it fall back against the couch and look around the space again. “Now I’ve sort of got it as a spies guild. Trying to get information for more portals or ways to open up Caido again.” His gaze flits back to Weaver with a glimmer of pride and amusement slipping beneath the storm to his gaze. “What do you think?” He asks, wondering if it’s something that she’d be interested 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.
