SuNjATA
the flood
“Adam has two pistols.” Sunjata comments quietly, his head cocking as he looks to the drawing and taps at it again with the quill before he places it back in the ink and drums his fingers along it. “It would take a lot of trial and error though… The technology here isn’t quite as advanced as back home.” He purses his lips as he looks back to Quanil with a small shrug of his tattooed shoulders to that.
Though as he rubs the shoulder of his in some part nostalgia and some part annoyance, he does manage to smile to their musing. “I was around them quite a lot actually.” And there’s something toothy and almost predatory in the amused smile that crosses his face. “I was shot once too.” Another rise and fall of tattooed shoulders before he leans forward toward Quanil. “I don’t recommend that though.” The getting shot part, not the part about being around them.
Though as he rubs the shoulder of his in some part nostalgia and some part annoyance, he does manage to smile to their musing. “I was around them quite a lot actually.” And there’s something toothy and almost predatory in the amused smile that crosses his face. “I was shot once too.” Another rise and fall of tattooed shoulders before he leans forward toward Quanil. “I don’t recommend that though.” The getting shot part, not the part about being around them.
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.
