SuNjATA
the flood
”Guns?” He hears Quanil ask, and it’s like an age old thing he’s gotten used to explaining. But when Quanil picks up soon after asking if they’re pets Sunjata breaks into a broad grin at that before he shakes his head. “Oh, no. They’re not pets.” Nothing even close to it to be honest. So he slides the glass away from where his palms can rest on the bar top, and he grabs a sheet of parchment and his quill to sketch out a rough design of a gun.
Showing to Quanil, he gestures to both the barrel and the trigger. “It’s like a bow. But the arrows are really small and they explode when they leave here, and shoot quite a ways away. Instead of pulling a string back, you pull on this and it activates it instantly.” His steel gaze flits up to look at them with a raised brow, prepared for more questions.
Showing to Quanil, he gestures to both the barrel and the trigger. “It’s like a bow. But the arrows are really small and they explode when they leave here, and shoot quite a ways away. Instead of pulling a string back, you pull on this and it activates it instantly.” His steel gaze flits up to look at them with a raised brow, prepared for more questions.
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.
