you've got an appetite for destruction
i guess that makes you just like me
The ‘oh fuck’ is met with a knowing glance. It had been the epitome of dictatorship, in ensuring every single member of their county abided by the rules. And he was supposed to be the one to upkeep them, to write them and enforce them, to kill when necessary. And Nate’s question has him giving a good long look along the Ascended before he snorts lightly. “Probably not.” He teases with a wide fanged grin to that, before it falters at the mention of Saartjie and his self-exiling.
Quiet begins to settle over them, and when Nate does speak, Sunjata’s gaze remains on the ceiling momentarily before slipping back toward Nate. “I’m not sure it was.” Gods, this is getting dark. And now that the gates have opened he really has no way of stopping it. He takes a long, slow inhale. “I turn twenty seven this year. It’s a decade since my trial – and you know what that was?” A raise of his brow, all amusement and games gone. “They took a bunch of the seventeen year old noble boys and whomever of the lower class that could afford to enter their own child. Stuck them in a pit with daggers and other close ranged weapons. And whomever was left standing got a shot at taking my fathers position.” A quiet huff leaves him as he shakes his head. “I was seventeen when I killed someone for the first time. I went into the pit with fifteen other boys, and I was the last one out. And they praised me for it.”
Quiet begins to settle over them, and when Nate does speak, Sunjata’s gaze remains on the ceiling momentarily before slipping back toward Nate. “I’m not sure it was.” Gods, this is getting dark. And now that the gates have opened he really has no way of stopping it. He takes a long, slow inhale. “I turn twenty seven this year. It’s a decade since my trial – and you know what that was?” A raise of his brow, all amusement and games gone. “They took a bunch of the seventeen year old noble boys and whomever of the lower class that could afford to enter their own child. Stuck them in a pit with daggers and other close ranged weapons. And whomever was left standing got a shot at taking my fathers position.” A quiet huff leaves him as he shakes his head. “I was seventeen when I killed someone for the first time. I went into the pit with fifteen other boys, and I was the last one out. And they praised me for it.”
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.
