SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
Her apology is granted with a shake of his head – there’s nothing that she should apologize for. She hadn’t been the one to restrain him, to throw the punches, to lash out at him over refusing to make an appearance, to pretend to be something he wasn’t. He is surprised when she holds her arms out to him, wondering if he should accept it or not as the goosebumps and shivers still race over tattooed flesh, but he gives in, pulling her into a small embrace – nothing like he had before, something honest, something deeper than that, to a friendship that appears to be blooming between them regardless of his taunts and teasing and jests.
“Not entirely. After my Trial, he trusted me more. I was poised to take his place at that point, so I underwent a lot of training before they stationed me out in the slums to try and sniff out the rebellion growing.” He explains, not moving away from her arms, letting her do whatever she wished with him as he reveals the pieces. “And I did find it, one day, out on the rooftop alone.” When he’d decided whether it would be better to jump from the eight story building and see if he survived the fall, only to spot the hidden entrance to the rebellion right beneath their noses.
“I found them, joined them after working hard to get their trust. And that’s when I met Lusea.” He rumbles, accented deeply toward the end. “She was the Flame of Korofi, and I was just… The Arbiters son. A praised killer after I turned seventeen, and that was when my father finally looked at me like I was something else. But Lusea had seen something else, I think. At least her father had at first.” A muscle feathers in his jaw. “I became the Flood for the rebellion, with an intimate knowledge of how my father worked and for years her and I worked together with the resistance to try and demolish my father’s reign.” A slight head tilt to that. She might see the silver lining between the name of the bar and the monikers. VlamVloed. Flame and Flood.
A quiet nod is garnered toward her, a brief smile, however. “I don’t have magic, but I’ll always help to train someone who’s seeking.” They could figure it out together, if need be. See where the limits were, see where his own were at the end of the day too.
“Not entirely. After my Trial, he trusted me more. I was poised to take his place at that point, so I underwent a lot of training before they stationed me out in the slums to try and sniff out the rebellion growing.” He explains, not moving away from her arms, letting her do whatever she wished with him as he reveals the pieces. “And I did find it, one day, out on the rooftop alone.” When he’d decided whether it would be better to jump from the eight story building and see if he survived the fall, only to spot the hidden entrance to the rebellion right beneath their noses.
“I found them, joined them after working hard to get their trust. And that’s when I met Lusea.” He rumbles, accented deeply toward the end. “She was the Flame of Korofi, and I was just… The Arbiters son. A praised killer after I turned seventeen, and that was when my father finally looked at me like I was something else. But Lusea had seen something else, I think. At least her father had at first.” A muscle feathers in his jaw. “I became the Flood for the rebellion, with an intimate knowledge of how my father worked and for years her and I worked together with the resistance to try and demolish my father’s reign.” A slight head tilt to that. She might see the silver lining between the name of the bar and the monikers. VlamVloed. Flame and Flood.
A quiet nod is garnered toward her, a brief smile, however. “I don’t have magic, but I’ll always help to train someone who’s seeking.” They could figure it out together, if need be. See where the limits were, see where his own were at the end of the day too.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
