i try to keep it in line, maybe i'm just not the one
The Alchemist looks him over, and Sunjata remains impassive toward it – nothing else other than what Remi’s already seen, though a few more scars do adorn him, horns and fangs as well, nothing compared to what the Alchemist bears as Sunjata gets a closer look as well. The comment, however, does ignite a brief snort, a shake of his horned head. “A few times.” He rumbles, eyeing Remi with some part precision, some part wariness.
The man is strong, and he’s not sure what he’d be able to do should the man slip and attack.
But Remi turns toward him then, and Sunjata’s steel gaze lingers on the man as he approaches, reaching toward his ear. He doesn’t move, but a part of him wants to – wondering if Remi can see that the earring in his ear is not just an earring, wondering if he’ll rip it from his ear. Because honestly? He doesn’t know what to expect from this. Instead, it’s a cup, and Sunjata’s brow raises as Remi drops the cup into the box.
He exhales, fiddling into a pocket to pull out the cigarettes he’s brought with, knowing it’ll do more harm than good. “So, what? You just make things and trade them off, now?” He asks, gesturing with his head toward the box, lighting a match to light the cigarette. “I have something of yours if you want it back.” A tilt to his head, watching, waiting.
The man is strong, and he’s not sure what he’d be able to do should the man slip and attack.
But Remi turns toward him then, and Sunjata’s steel gaze lingers on the man as he approaches, reaching toward his ear. He doesn’t move, but a part of him wants to – wondering if Remi can see that the earring in his ear is not just an earring, wondering if he’ll rip it from his ear. Because honestly? He doesn’t know what to expect from this. Instead, it’s a cup, and Sunjata’s brow raises as Remi drops the cup into the box.
He exhales, fiddling into a pocket to pull out the cigarettes he’s brought with, knowing it’ll do more harm than good. “So, what? You just make things and trade them off, now?” He asks, gesturing with his head toward the box, lighting a match to light the cigarette. “I have something of yours if you want it back.” A tilt to his head, watching, waiting.
but you know i would
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.
