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
Ah, to be young and arrogant. Korbin’s voice reaches him and Sunjata pauses in his attempts to remove the bottles from the next crate as he leans back from it to stare back at the other man. “Everyone needs to dream of something, Korbin. To live a life otherwise is hardly living.” He offers with some hint of frustration slipping through. He pulls another bottle from the crate, sets it up, pointedly ignoring the tricks the other man shows when the next comment hits him.
“Real heavy lifting?” He snorts, pushing away from the crate to focus on Korbin again. “I’ll let you in on a secret. You don’t know me. But I’m impressed that you think you do.” Had this kid already forgotten about the cut on his neck? Of the daggers he holds within an arm's reach, of the way he’d spun and pinned the other attuned to the crate with a certain threat that he’d have no problem taking out someone that threatened this?
And still he has the audacity to claim there’s no heavy lifting on his end. “What did Weaver tell you about me?” ‘What do you think you know?’ He asks, folding his arms across his chest again, just waiting for a reason to knock the kid on his ass.
“Real heavy lifting?” He snorts, pushing away from the crate to focus on Korbin again. “I’ll let you in on a secret. You don’t know me. But I’m impressed that you think you do.” Had this kid already forgotten about the cut on his neck? Of the daggers he holds within an arm's reach, of the way he’d spun and pinned the other attuned to the crate with a certain threat that he’d have no problem taking out someone that threatened this?
And still he has the audacity to claim there’s no heavy lifting on his end. “What did Weaver tell you about me?” ‘What do you think you know?’ He asks, folding his arms across his chest again, just waiting for a reason to knock the kid on his ass.
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.
