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 response from Korbin is perhaps a bit flat. He can hear the tone of his voice, the frustration that may linger within. And a part of him – the younger part of himself understands it – but he doesn’t comment further on it. Simply a nod, some hidden understanding between them while they worked and he focused on not fucking up the inkwork he’d had done to his arm. Still, Korbin’s moving a crate and stepping nearby, and Sunjata’s careful about the way he watches the man to prevent him from trying to snatch anything else.
The comment of a game strikes him a bit odd – how it had been a game of sorts when he’d had the blade pressed to the other man’s throat. But he doesn’t comment on that confusion either. He simply reaches for another crate, prying open the lid to find one bottle partially broken and a wine spider gorging itself on it.
He sighs, reaching in to lift the drunken spider from the box from the VlamVloed, surprised that it had made it this far, knowing it probably wouldn’t end up lasting if it were from the grounds. At the very least though, he could let the creature have a bit more fun before it perished in the cold. “Pirates, smuggling, thievery… Not quite games, but exciting all the same.” He shrugs in response, lifting the spider to his shoulder to give it a place to perch while he pulls out what’s left of the bottle.
The comment of a game strikes him a bit odd – how it had been a game of sorts when he’d had the blade pressed to the other man’s throat. But he doesn’t comment on that confusion either. He simply reaches for another crate, prying open the lid to find one bottle partially broken and a wine spider gorging itself on it.
He sighs, reaching in to lift the drunken spider from the box from the VlamVloed, surprised that it had made it this far, knowing it probably wouldn’t end up lasting if it were from the grounds. At the very least though, he could let the creature have a bit more fun before it perished in the cold. “Pirates, smuggling, thievery… Not quite games, but exciting all the same.” He shrugs in response, lifting the spider to his shoulder to give it a place to perch while he pulls out what’s left of the bottle.
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.
