SuNjATA
the flood
Sunjata doesn’t miss Quanil’s brow furrowing, and he studies them quietly while they look around the bar, to Haai who’s content to lay upon the top of the bar the rest of the night. And his head tilts a small amount as Quanil mentions they don’t want to offend him – somewhere deep down imagining that it’s relatively hard to do, unsure if anyone really had offended him. So when Quanil tells him that they think he’s better off here, it’s met with a toothy grin. “I think so too.” A quiet agreement, a raise of his glass before he downs the rest of the contents and the glass clinks against he wooden top of the bar.
The next question though has his gaze narrowing somewhat before he looks around the bar. “A few things.” His lips purse thoughtfully. “I miss the technology. I miss my guns…” He trails off, waiting to have to explain what those were – because nobody here knew what those were aside from Adam. And well, we’d soon find out where that ended.
The next question though has his gaze narrowing somewhat before he looks around the bar. “A few things.” His lips purse thoughtfully. “I miss the technology. I miss my guns…” He trails off, waiting to have to explain what those were – because nobody here knew what those were aside from Adam. And well, we’d soon find out where that ended.
ain't no rest for the wicked
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.
