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
His gaze finds Korbin’s, steel and stormy greys meeting cold blues as he listens to what Korbin says. Something about Weaver calling him a friend does spark a hint of satisfaction, but he doesn’t let it show across the mask of blank predatory watchfulness he gives Korbin. “You don’t trust her.” He offers instead. Because it didn’t matter to him whether Korbin thought it was a good idea or not. Sunjata would have her back, whenever needed.
The fact that Korbin doesn’t know him enough to trust it isn’t his problem, really.
So he turns a bit more fully, leaning against a crate as Korbin says what Weaver had told him, some sort of sense of bitterness from Korbin’s words that Sunjata fights the urge to roll his eyes. Shady as LongNight is a term he hasn’t heard before, but he remains silent until Korbin tells him to cut the bullshit and tell him what’s really going on – a bit of fur on edge, a bit of feathers wanting to bristle with the tone of this kid.
“I have a bar in the Grounds. Is it not that surprising I’d want to expand for another place that needs one?” He asks with a tilt of his head. “I do want secrets. I want to know what else is going on here to make sure that those I care about are safe. Weaver’s included in that.” Though the feathering in his jaw is a sure sign of the frustration that flickers through the flood. “So if it means sharing some decent alcohol and giving her something she wants in exchange for something I want, then it seems a pretty fair deal.” As for the other things? Well, Sunjata would certainly have Weaver’s back for any of those as well. All he needs to know is a time and place to be there for her and he would.
The fact that Korbin doesn’t know him enough to trust it isn’t his problem, really.
So he turns a bit more fully, leaning against a crate as Korbin says what Weaver had told him, some sort of sense of bitterness from Korbin’s words that Sunjata fights the urge to roll his eyes. Shady as LongNight is a term he hasn’t heard before, but he remains silent until Korbin tells him to cut the bullshit and tell him what’s really going on – a bit of fur on edge, a bit of feathers wanting to bristle with the tone of this kid.
“I have a bar in the Grounds. Is it not that surprising I’d want to expand for another place that needs one?” He asks with a tilt of his head. “I do want secrets. I want to know what else is going on here to make sure that those I care about are safe. Weaver’s included in that.” Though the feathering in his jaw is a sure sign of the frustration that flickers through the flood. “So if it means sharing some decent alcohol and giving her something she wants in exchange for something I want, then it seems a pretty fair deal.” As for the other things? Well, Sunjata would certainly have Weaver’s back for any of those as well. All he needs to know is a time and place to be there for her and he would.
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.
