you've got an appetite for destruction
i guess that makes you just like me
Casual closeness was something Sunjata had gotten used to – the ease of just… Relaxing, chatting, spending time with someone after other motives that helped you get to know them a small amount better. It’s like this now, with the way his thumb strokes idly along the Ascended’s leg while he watches him speak of his home. A small half smirk to that, understanding in perhaps a bit too deep of a meaning.
So he nods, getting the hint that Nate likely doesn’t want to talk about it too much. And when he turns the conversation to him about Korofi, the smile widens a small amount. “Korofi.” He explains, before shaking his head a small amount and leaning back into the cushions of the couch to look at the ceiling briefly. He has no qualms talking about his past home, not so much anymore. It didn’t… Hurt as much, to realize that the things he’d gone through were pretty fucked up. Something about hearing other people agree makes him feel as though he’d done something right when it came to the resistance.
So he inhales deeply, exhaling half a sigh before his gaze returns to Nate. “It was a harsh place to live.” A slight shrug. “People like me didn’t help much either.” He winks before shaking his head and settling again. “I was the son of the Arbiter, there. Basically the county or section that we lived in was the one that made the laws and enforced them. But it was backwards, pretty fucked up, trained us to be soldiers, enforcers, officers of a sort.” He pauses to mull it over, tongue clicking slightly when he recalls what to say.
“So I was the prince of the county, was supposed to take up my fathers place in writing the rules and enforcing them. But like I said, it was incredibly backwards and there wasn’t a guarantee I’d even get it. So I joined the rebellion when I got a chance.” He levels his gaze with Nate, trying to see what the Ascended might have to say about that tidbit of information.
So he nods, getting the hint that Nate likely doesn’t want to talk about it too much. And when he turns the conversation to him about Korofi, the smile widens a small amount. “Korofi.” He explains, before shaking his head a small amount and leaning back into the cushions of the couch to look at the ceiling briefly. He has no qualms talking about his past home, not so much anymore. It didn’t… Hurt as much, to realize that the things he’d gone through were pretty fucked up. Something about hearing other people agree makes him feel as though he’d done something right when it came to the resistance.
So he inhales deeply, exhaling half a sigh before his gaze returns to Nate. “It was a harsh place to live.” A slight shrug. “People like me didn’t help much either.” He winks before shaking his head and settling again. “I was the son of the Arbiter, there. Basically the county or section that we lived in was the one that made the laws and enforced them. But it was backwards, pretty fucked up, trained us to be soldiers, enforcers, officers of a sort.” He pauses to mull it over, tongue clicking slightly when he recalls what to say.
“So I was the prince of the county, was supposed to take up my fathers place in writing the rules and enforcing them. But like I said, it was incredibly backwards and there wasn’t a guarantee I’d even get it. So I joined the rebellion when I got a chance.” He levels his gaze with Nate, trying to see what the Ascended might have to say about that tidbit of information.
you put the barrel inside your mouth
just to feel the metal between your teeth
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.
