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
The question is one that Sunjata has to consider, unsure of what all Weaver has said about the Guild. So he pulls bottles from the crates, lines them up according to type, spending a few moments to consider how to word certain things, when he notices Korbin begin to help out finally. He watches the man once more with a hint of curiosity, watching with the ease and comfort the other attuned has around bottles and what not like this.
“People say very interesting things when they’re drunk. I just want to know what they have to say.” He offers, giving a characteristically rogue smirk toward Korbin before he moves back to the crate and pulls the empty one away to stack in the corner as he reaches for another one. “But if it’s really just me that leaves a sour taste in your mouth, I live in Torchline. I won’t be up here often.” There’s a shiver of something cold and dark that passes through the bond despite how much Sunjata wishes to hide it, of the thought of remaining in Halo.
He really isn’t a fan of this place, but sacrifices were to be made for what he wants to do. And if his sacrifice is something as small as visiting a place he doesn’t like, it’s hardly a sacrifice at all.
“People say very interesting things when they’re drunk. I just want to know what they have to say.” He offers, giving a characteristically rogue smirk toward Korbin before he moves back to the crate and pulls the empty one away to stack in the corner as he reaches for another one. “But if it’s really just me that leaves a sour taste in your mouth, I live in Torchline. I won’t be up here often.” There’s a shiver of something cold and dark that passes through the bond despite how much Sunjata wishes to hide it, of the thought of remaining in Halo.
He really isn’t a fan of this place, but sacrifices were to be made for what he wants to do. And if his sacrifice is something as small as visiting a place he doesn’t like, it’s hardly a sacrifice at all.
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.
