i bank on the funeral
A rough chuckle leaves Sunjata at Bastien’s observations. “I have.” He rumbles a bit offhandedly. “Technically three, though only one took the bait.” He teases with a playful smirk, before shifting to follow Bastien to the rock — filtering what he knows of this man. The artist, the husband to the queen, the woman who likely despised him as much as the rest of them.
He reaches up to rub a hand along his neck, tilting his head up toward the sky a small amount as he hears Bastien’s comment. “Thinking about moving to Torchline, just wanted to explore a bit.” He offers, looking back to Bastien with amusement. “Though my bar is in the Grounds so I’ll never truly get too far away.” Another playful jest, before his brows furrow toward the Ascended. “What brings you here? You’re… Married to Rexanna, right?” His tone is a bit apprehensive.
He reaches up to rub a hand along his neck, tilting his head up toward the sky a small amount as he hears Bastien’s comment. “Thinking about moving to Torchline, just wanted to explore a bit.” He offers, looking back to Bastien with amusement. “Though my bar is in the Grounds so I’ll never truly get too far away.” Another playful jest, before his brows furrow toward the Ascended. “What brings you here? You’re… Married to Rexanna, right?” His tone is a bit apprehensive.
'cause i learned all my lessons that way
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.
