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
There’s a snort that leaves him at Korbin’s initial question. “Oh I’m well aware.” He keeps his arms folded along his chest, gaze lingering on the man as he works, focusing on the tattoos that linger on his shoulders – quite similar to his own beneath the shirt he wears. Really the only ones visible are the tips of the feathers along his arms, the one sleeve just completed, the compasses pop up from his collar.
The comment of judging it, however, has a fanged smirk crossing his face. “See, that’s why Weaver’s doing the business here.” Because gods knew he’d be less than enthused about it. “But is it truly all that different from you and your thoughts on Torchline?” A raise of his brow, a question tossed back at him at the comment. “’Must have it easy if they get to play games all day.’” An avian tilt of his head as he pushes off the doorframe, smirk remaining.
The comment of judging it, however, has a fanged smirk crossing his face. “See, that’s why Weaver’s doing the business here.” Because gods knew he’d be less than enthused about it. “But is it truly all that different from you and your thoughts on Torchline?” A raise of his brow, a question tossed back at him at the comment. “’Must have it easy if they get to play games all day.’” An avian tilt of his head as he pushes off the doorframe, smirk remaining.
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.
