SuNjATA
the flood
“I was shot in the leg.” He says with a quiet hum of amusement, shrugging to it. “They took the bullet out and it healed fine, but it’s certainly not something I want to do again.” A nod to that before he settles in and focuses on Quanil when they explain what Jigano had planned for them. And it makes sense, he supposes, based off of how young they look. Jigano always had a tendency to try and protect those he could until they were strong enough to handle things on their own.
So he nods, smile widening and bright in response to Quanil’s comment of being a quick learner. “Good, I look forward to it.” A wink is given toward them as he reaches for his glass again. “I recommend checking out the barracks if you haven’t. Should be plenty of training opportunities there.” A brief pause. “I’m sure Maea has a good idea about it as well. I’ve been training her.” He explains with a slight wave of the hand that hovers over his glass.
So he nods, smile widening and bright in response to Quanil’s comment of being a quick learner. “Good, I look forward to it.” A wink is given toward them as he reaches for his glass again. “I recommend checking out the barracks if you haven’t. Should be plenty of training opportunities there.” A brief pause. “I’m sure Maea has a good idea about it as well. I’ve been training her.” He explains with a slight wave of the hand that hovers over his glass.
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.
