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
Why does he want a bar in Halo? He looks back down to the crate and pulls a bottle of wine from the crate, setting it aside to be put up once he can organize what’s all arrived. “Honestly? Because the alcohol sucks here.” He chuckles lightly, grabbing another bottle and setting it aside. He doesn’t delve into guild business, not unless the man asks directly himself — unsure of what Weaver has told him about their little deal.
He continues to pull bottles from the crate until it’s empty while he listens to Korbin’s accusations, the protectiveness that radiates from the man, and he sighs in some part nostalgia. “You’re wrong.” He sets his arms atop the crate, turning to look back at the other tall man, a dark brow raised. “I get it, though. Take it from someone who also has a sister.” He gestures to himself before turning to grab the bottles and set them on a shelf.
He returns to the empty crate, putting it aside and grabbing another one. “The last thing I want is for Weaver to get hurt. Got it?” The last thing he wants is to have more of his guild members hurt or harmed in ways that could have been prevented. But he can’t outwardly say it. Still, he hopes the honesty of those words fall through the attuned bond, to prove to him that he’d much prefer that to not happen.
He continues to pull bottles from the crate until it’s empty while he listens to Korbin’s accusations, the protectiveness that radiates from the man, and he sighs in some part nostalgia. “You’re wrong.” He sets his arms atop the crate, turning to look back at the other tall man, a dark brow raised. “I get it, though. Take it from someone who also has a sister.” He gestures to himself before turning to grab the bottles and set them on a shelf.
He returns to the empty crate, putting it aside and grabbing another one. “The last thing I want is for Weaver to get hurt. Got it?” The last thing he wants is to have more of his guild members hurt or harmed in ways that could have been prevented. But he can’t outwardly say it. Still, he hopes the honesty of those words fall through the attuned bond, to prove to him that he’d much prefer that to not happen.
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.
