SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
Amun is literally the last person he expects to see here. He’s not sure whether it’s a good thing or not, considering what’s all happened since the last time they’d met – who Amun had been in contact with the most. Somehow it feels like another start of those lines of pitchforks just waiting and ready to strike out at him while he’s weak.
His gaze flits over toward the Ascended, shrugging lightly. “I think you’ll find since the last time we’ve met I might have expanded certain horizons.” He rumbles, but there’s no tease to it. Instead, he just waves his healed hand as if he doesn’t care how wet he gets. A man of water, born for it, taught to survive in it. “Besides, it’s just water. How bad could it be?” This is said with a hint of a fanged smirk crossing his face as he regards Amun once more, but he makes no position to move from where he sits in the sands. Instead, he drags from the cigarette.
His gaze flits over toward the Ascended, shrugging lightly. “I think you’ll find since the last time we’ve met I might have expanded certain horizons.” He rumbles, but there’s no tease to it. Instead, he just waves his healed hand as if he doesn’t care how wet he gets. A man of water, born for it, taught to survive in it. “Besides, it’s just water. How bad could it be?” This is said with a hint of a fanged smirk crossing his face as he regards Amun once more, but he makes no position to move from where he sits in the sands. Instead, he drags from the cigarette.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
