SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
There’s a nod to Hotaru with that statement as Haai begins to trot along the beach. He filters through the names she’d given him, the ones that had certainly perished in the nights of Caido, before a frown finds his face and he glances toward her. “For Ru’in then?” Because he remembers – he couldn’t forget the way she’d torn herself apart before him, built herself back up, how he’d destroyed what trust she had granted in him.
He’s surprised she remains at his side right now, in fact.
But instead of commenting on that, he shifts in his steps a small amount as she reaches for his wrist – a touch to it he knows quite well, the way she had done it before with the announcement of Lusea. And his gaze drifts down toward her at her apology. He nearly lets the ‘it’s okay’ slip from his lips – but it’s not okay, none of it is okay. So he settles for a nod to her, letting her hold his wrist for as long as she chooses. “Thank you.” He says instead, his arm dropping back to his side as Haai trots back up with another shell of interest. He scratches behind her ears, taking it and adding it to the collection, before looking back to Hotaru.
“I made a boxing ring here. I plan on moving the Guild’s headquarters up here, actually. If you need a place to make it I have supplies there.” An offer toward her, hand outstretched to guide her the way as Haai puffs a small amount of smoke out toward the woman with a wag of her tail.
He’s surprised she remains at his side right now, in fact.
But instead of commenting on that, he shifts in his steps a small amount as she reaches for his wrist – a touch to it he knows quite well, the way she had done it before with the announcement of Lusea. And his gaze drifts down toward her at her apology. He nearly lets the ‘it’s okay’ slip from his lips – but it’s not okay, none of it is okay. So he settles for a nod to her, letting her hold his wrist for as long as she chooses. “Thank you.” He says instead, his arm dropping back to his side as Haai trots back up with another shell of interest. He scratches behind her ears, taking it and adding it to the collection, before looking back to Hotaru.
“I made a boxing ring here. I plan on moving the Guild’s headquarters up here, actually. If you need a place to make it I have supplies there.” An offer toward her, hand outstretched to guide her the way as Haai puffs a small amount of smoke out toward the woman with a wag of her tail.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
