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
”I’ll trust people who earn it, nothing else.” Well, if that doesn’t sound like someone he’d known lifetimes ago. Still, his jaw is set hard and he sits in some small amount of silence, moving boxes here and there with Haai that enters and grabs a few things to move to a different room for him while he considers it. “Fair enough.” What did he honestly have to prove to this kid? Nothing, and yet… Sunjata can see a bit of himself in it – that protectiveness, that need to ensure that nothing else bad happens to those he has around him.
And with a quiet sigh while they keep working, he glances down to the tattoo briefly and the memory of the daggers before shooting a glance toward Korbin. “You really should know better than to sneak up on people though. Especially when you don’t know what they have or can do.” He offers as a bit of friendly advice, handing the griffin another small bag within a different crate to take toward the space that would become the kitchen. He doesn’t know what else to say, other than the truth of the matter.
Perhaps this meeting would have gone differently, without blades to throats just yet. Still, Korbin looks fine, but Sunjata’s sure it’ll spark an interesting conversation later with Weaver. Perhaps over a drink by the fire, like she’d suggested once before.
And with a quiet sigh while they keep working, he glances down to the tattoo briefly and the memory of the daggers before shooting a glance toward Korbin. “You really should know better than to sneak up on people though. Especially when you don’t know what they have or can do.” He offers as a bit of friendly advice, handing the griffin another small bag within a different crate to take toward the space that would become the kitchen. He doesn’t know what else to say, other than the truth of the matter.
Perhaps this meeting would have gone differently, without blades to throats just yet. Still, Korbin looks fine, but Sunjata’s sure it’ll spark an interesting conversation later with Weaver. Perhaps over a drink by the fire, like she’d suggested once before.
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.
