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
Another deep chuckle leaves Sunjata and he shakes his head, moving to one of the earlier crates and opening it to reveal some of the alcohol he’d had sent over from the VlamVloed, ensuring that none of the bottles had broken in transit. “Technically, you don’t have to do anything. Neither does she. We hashed the deal out, I got the Warden’s approval to make the bar. Here we are.” His gaze flits back up to Korbin.
“I’m here to ensure my end of the deal with your sister goes according to plan. To give her something she wants. Is that not good enough for you?” He asks, right when another sound hits the door with a bang and he sighs — approaching it to let Haai in. In her mouth she carries a small bag, full of extra quills and writing utensils they may need. But she’d gotten distracted while Sunjata had made his way here, took her a bit longer to arrive.
He closes the door again when she enters, the griffin pausing to stare at Korbin with scrutinizing eyes, before she clamors somewhere in the back to drop off the bag. She returns at his feet soon after, a watchdog of sorts.
“I’m here to ensure my end of the deal with your sister goes according to plan. To give her something she wants. Is that not good enough for you?” He asks, right when another sound hits the door with a bang and he sighs — approaching it to let Haai in. In her mouth she carries a small bag, full of extra quills and writing utensils they may need. But she’d gotten distracted while Sunjata had made his way here, took her a bit longer to arrive.
He closes the door again when she enters, the griffin pausing to stare at Korbin with scrutinizing eyes, before she clamors somewhere in the back to drop off the bag. She returns at his feet soon after, a watchdog of sorts.
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.
