SUNJATA
The mocking is back, and Sunjata snorts to it, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “Everyone is, to an extent.” He shrugs, focusing his attention on the details around them, what little whispers he could hear from the bar they found themselves in with the help of his earring. But he grows quiet, then, going to light another cigarette that the Launceleyn plucks from him, dousing it with water, and his steel gaze flits to Loren with the words.
A smirk crosses his face and he goes to lean toward the summoner. “Actually, I’m fine now.” And he was, thanks to a certain herald of Vi. “Safrin healed me when I asked her about how to fix the Temple.” He leans back in his seat, focusing his gaze on Loren as though it were some form of information he might want or ignore. He figures it’ll probably fall in the forgetting category.
A smirk crosses his face and he goes to lean toward the summoner. “Actually, I’m fine now.” And he was, thanks to a certain herald of Vi. “Safrin healed me when I asked her about how to fix the Temple.” He leans back in his seat, focusing his gaze on Loren as though it were some form of information he might want or ignore. He figures it’ll probably fall in the forgetting category.
i no longer know if i wish to drown myself
in love, vodka, or the sea
in love, vodka, or the sea
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.
