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 offer of food is rather surprising to him – that Korbin would even be willing to make something for him while he stays. But the offer is there, and Sunjata nods in some hint of understanding. He isn’t sure what to say back to it while he ties up the wood from the crates and connects the rest of it all within a space that keeps it easy to hide away. But with the work done, he exhales quietly – moving toward where Korbin takes inventory – content to let the man figure it out for his own.
He finds a seat in a recently set up booth, stretching his long legs out before him, propping his arms on the table with his back to the fire – gaze flickering along Korbin (the reedy body, the tattoos that peak over his collar) before the rest of the interior of the Kraai. The question hits him while he focuses on the red of the walls, the black of the accents. “I have a rather iron stomach.” He offers with a quiet hum of a chuckle to that, settling and leaning back and letting his fingers drum against the wood of the table.
“What kind of food are you thinking about serving here?” He asks, casually interested in what the man has in mind.
He finds a seat in a recently set up booth, stretching his long legs out before him, propping his arms on the table with his back to the fire – gaze flickering along Korbin (the reedy body, the tattoos that peak over his collar) before the rest of the interior of the Kraai. The question hits him while he focuses on the red of the walls, the black of the accents. “I have a rather iron stomach.” He offers with a quiet hum of a chuckle to that, settling and leaning back and letting his fingers drum against the wood of the table.
“What kind of food are you thinking about serving here?” He asks, casually interested in what the man has in mind.
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.
