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
“Kom ek kry vir jou 'n kussing.” He hums to the griffin, stepping away from the wine spider to reach for one of the cushions used for a booth, propping it up beside the fire while Haai watched Korbin with glittering green eyes. He pats the makeshift bed when done, and the griffin moves to curl up on it, head on her paws as she sleepily watches the two men work.
Sunjata grabs another crate and opens it to find a few more bottles of alcohol, pulling them out while he listens to the fire and Korbin’s voice when it pipes up. “Noted.” He rumbles, because he hadn’t cared whether Korbin worked for him or not. This was Weaver’s bar now. It just had his influence, his ear within it. Whether Korbin helped with that or not was no loss on his part.
“It’s Weaver’s bar, anyway.” He says, gaze sliding up to meet Korbin’s as he puts the bottles away. He might run the operation from behind closed doors, run the crates of decent alcohol and ensuring it gets here, but once everything reaches these doors and he’s not around to help, it’s all on her.
Sunjata grabs another crate and opens it to find a few more bottles of alcohol, pulling them out while he listens to the fire and Korbin’s voice when it pipes up. “Noted.” He rumbles, because he hadn’t cared whether Korbin worked for him or not. This was Weaver’s bar now. It just had his influence, his ear within it. Whether Korbin helped with that or not was no loss on his part.
“It’s Weaver’s bar, anyway.” He says, gaze sliding up to meet Korbin’s as he puts the bottles away. He might run the operation from behind closed doors, run the crates of decent alcohol and ensuring it gets here, but once everything reaches these doors and he’s not around to help, it’s all on her.
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.
