SuNJATA
the flood
A fair trade. He can’t help the brighter grin that crosses his face. A deal, a fair trade, now he’s just got to get Neron on board. It’s something he wonders might be fairly easy, provided he can get the Warden to taste the contents of his bar. Which, he can and does and it’s all a go! And then they can go from there, a trip to Halo to create the black and red version of this establishment, to hold the stories and secrets within.
A popular place, if he believes it.
He watches her turn curiously, seeing as she tugs her shirt down a small amount to reveal the black bird on her shoulder, and Sunjata smirks to that. “It’s Korofi, where I’m from.” He says, leaning against the couch. “Oh, and perhaps another favor? Let me know where you got that done. I’m always looking for more.” A rogue grin to that, having been seeking someone out for the Safrin tattoo he plans to get at some point, one day, eventually.
A popular place, if he believes it.
He watches her turn curiously, seeing as she tugs her shirt down a small amount to reveal the black bird on her shoulder, and Sunjata smirks to that. “It’s Korofi, where I’m from.” He says, leaning against the couch. “Oh, and perhaps another favor? Let me know where you got that done. I’m always looking for more.” A rogue grin to that, having been seeking someone out for the Safrin tattoo he plans to get at some point, one day, eventually.
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.
