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 lets Korbin inspect the spider, remaining nearby to adjust the bowl to let the arachnid clean the ceramic the best it can. And when it’s done, a hiccup slips from it and Sunjata can’t help the quiet hum of a chuckle that leaves him. A nod of agreement with Korbin’s declaration. The tundra was something else, something dreadful every time Sunjata was there.
The least he could do was agree with the sentiment.
The mention of bringing it back when he leaves is met with a nod — though Sunjata knows better than that. Knows better than to believe the creature would make it back. He also hasn’t intended on returning to the Grounds just yet — a few things left in Halo to do, a tattooed arm to heal. He chews on the inside of his cheek, picking the spider up again and placing it on a table near the fire, reaching for another bottle of wine to fill the bowl half full before setting it beside the creature to watch it stagger toward it with a swagger that sadly reminds him too much of Adam.
So he also turns from the spider, grabbing another box and beckoning Haai mentally to add more flame to the fireplace — puffs of smoke curling about her maw as she does so, weaving her way around his legs with a tired yip.
The least he could do was agree with the sentiment.
The mention of bringing it back when he leaves is met with a nod — though Sunjata knows better than that. Knows better than to believe the creature would make it back. He also hasn’t intended on returning to the Grounds just yet — a few things left in Halo to do, a tattooed arm to heal. He chews on the inside of his cheek, picking the spider up again and placing it on a table near the fire, reaching for another bottle of wine to fill the bowl half full before setting it beside the creature to watch it stagger toward it with a swagger that sadly reminds him too much of Adam.
So he also turns from the spider, grabbing another box and beckoning Haai mentally to add more flame to the fireplace — puffs of smoke curling about her maw as she does so, weaving her way around his legs with a tired yip.
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.
