so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?
i can't open up to you
She has a great many questions, and Sunjata is surprised to hear them, to try and explain them when it was magic that had created them, had bound them together. But when she rattles on about adult stores and the like, he lets a louder laugh leave him at that. “Magic.” He offers at first. “I told you that a god here made me into a shifter. It’s probably far easier to connect rings to the wearers with certain feelings than changing the very essence of a soul, don’t you think?” He explains, hands splaying out on the table ever so slightly with the emphasis. “That is how they’re connected. Magic.” He hums another quiet chuckle at that.
But she soon realizes she hasn’t given her name to him, and he waits to hear what it indeed is. “Pleased to meet you, Libbs.” He offers with a crooked smile. “I’m Sunjata.” He listens when she tells him she’s part of the Artisan’s Guild, a tinkerer of sorts and he nods in understanding enough there too. “I’m a member of the Militia, though among other things.” He raises a hand to gesture to the bar before he lets his gaze land on her again, amusement lingering across his face.
But she soon realizes she hasn’t given her name to him, and he waits to hear what it indeed is. “Pleased to meet you, Libbs.” He offers with a crooked smile. “I’m Sunjata.” He listens when she tells him she’s part of the Artisan’s Guild, a tinkerer of sorts and he nods in understanding enough there too. “I’m a member of the Militia, though among other things.” He raises a hand to gesture to the bar before he lets his gaze land on her again, amusement lingering across his face.
me and my friends are lonely
i always figured i'd be the one to die alone
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.
