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
He’s just about to explain why he’s twitchy in Halo, but doesn’t particularly get a chance to as the youth walks toward him with the empty crate. But he remains well aware of where the other attuned goes, focusing on that when he hears something akin to a plink leave the other mans hand, and Sunjata shifts just enough to spot the flash of gold as it soars through the air.
His gaze narrows on it, snatching it out of the air and moving to set the item in his other hand down as he turns to Korbin with an actual roll of his eyes. “They’re just earrings, they can be replaced.” He replies, hiding the fact that the one he’d snatched had been the fancy earring – the one that allowed him to hear whispers regardless of whether he’d naturally be able to or not. Still, he frowns as he reaches up to place it back in his ear, slipping it into the lobe and ensuring it and the other one is there before his gaze settles on the other man again.
“If you’re in the habit of taking things, perhaps Torchline is a better fit for you than here.” He turns away from Korbin again, picking up the rest of the crate with items within it, stepping toward the kitchen to place it down on the counter top. “No cannibals or ursurs to be seen out there.” Thankfully. Part of him can still taste the blood from the cannibal he'd killed and he shakes his head to push the feeling away, running a tongue along those same partially shifted fangs.
His gaze narrows on it, snatching it out of the air and moving to set the item in his other hand down as he turns to Korbin with an actual roll of his eyes. “They’re just earrings, they can be replaced.” He replies, hiding the fact that the one he’d snatched had been the fancy earring – the one that allowed him to hear whispers regardless of whether he’d naturally be able to or not. Still, he frowns as he reaches up to place it back in his ear, slipping it into the lobe and ensuring it and the other one is there before his gaze settles on the other man again.
“If you’re in the habit of taking things, perhaps Torchline is a better fit for you than here.” He turns away from Korbin again, picking up the rest of the crate with items within it, stepping toward the kitchen to place it down on the counter top. “No cannibals or ursurs to be seen out there.” Thankfully. Part of him can still taste the blood from the cannibal he'd killed and he shakes his head to push the feeling away, running a tongue along those same partially shifted fangs.
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.
