i bank on the funeral
A snort is granted to Bastien, replacing any of the awkwardness of the wheels turning in his head. A small half nod granted as he folds his arms along his tattooed chest, shrugging lightly in agreement and not quite denying the fact. But the mention about the bar has the Ascended leaning in, and Sunjata’s gaze returns to the man with a slight raise of his brow. A good story? Really, he has plenty. So he snorted to that too, reaching up to run a hand through his wet hair, pushing the dark hair back as he recalls where it truly started.
“I was part of a rebellion back then. And Korofi flooded a lot, but I had been trained from a pretty young age how to handle the flood waters, how to hold my breath for longer. Part of that training was also for enforcement, where I was taught how to subdue and take control of situations and interject myself into them.” Part spy, part officer, part of a boy that had never wanted to be any of those things. Mix them up and you get, well, this.
He offers Bastien a light smile to that. “But when I joined the resistance and started actually fighting for them, they paired me with my girl. She had a tendency of leaving fire behind wherever she went – a personality to match. Eyes like flint. Fire and water. She’d ignite the spark and I’d overwhelm.” A small shrug to that, brow raising as if to ask if that was the kind of story he was looking for. "It sounds better than saying Sunjata Senzaok and Lusea Kotze, doesn't it?" A quiet chuckle to that.
“I was part of a rebellion back then. And Korofi flooded a lot, but I had been trained from a pretty young age how to handle the flood waters, how to hold my breath for longer. Part of that training was also for enforcement, where I was taught how to subdue and take control of situations and interject myself into them.” Part spy, part officer, part of a boy that had never wanted to be any of those things. Mix them up and you get, well, this.
He offers Bastien a light smile to that. “But when I joined the resistance and started actually fighting for them, they paired me with my girl. She had a tendency of leaving fire behind wherever she went – a personality to match. Eyes like flint. Fire and water. She’d ignite the spark and I’d overwhelm.” A small shrug to that, brow raising as if to ask if that was the kind of story he was looking for. "It sounds better than saying Sunjata Senzaok and Lusea Kotze, doesn't it?" A quiet chuckle to that.
'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.
