SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
“Too bad. I am now.” Sunjata quips back, an easy rogue smirk crossing his face as he focuses on Weaver’s own chuckle, his drunken mind flitting to other scenarios where he might be able to pull that sort of joke out into the open – a reflection back. Provided he remembers it in the morning. But instead, he focuses on what she has to say about the tattoo artist, giving her all the attention he can when it comes to it. “Ah, that’s fair.” An easy reply, because Sunjata had been there too before. Back in Korofi.
When he’d had the compasses added to his neck, to give that extra bit of a reminder of who Lusea was, which sort of memory she held to him. The star, the northern point.
The comment of rooms, however, has him dragging a longer inhale off of the cigarette before putting it out – keeping it in for a brief moment before a heavy exhale of a sigh slips from his nose, the smoke curling about it as his steel (and somewhat glazed) eyes lift to meet hers again. “I even know how to get in them.” He teases her back lightly, a slight tilt of his head as he considers it, a snort leaving his nose. “Might need some help tonight though.” At least with the door that Weaver had made up quite well – the key that he still held within a pocket of his pants.
So instead, he goes to move a bit while he explains, pushing away from the table as he focuses on the way that Wessex was involved. “Mm, well, to me Torchline is a surefire step up from the Grounds.” He rumbles with a grin shot back Weaver’s way, hand lingering on the bar top before a nod is given toward her at the comment of Wessex, leaving it as it was. “Alright, lets see about this room, huh?” He pushes off the bar top then, head spinning a small amount and gut incredibly warm with the alcohol that swims within it, making his way past the bar toward the entrance to the guild section.
When he’d had the compasses added to his neck, to give that extra bit of a reminder of who Lusea was, which sort of memory she held to him. The star, the northern point.
The comment of rooms, however, has him dragging a longer inhale off of the cigarette before putting it out – keeping it in for a brief moment before a heavy exhale of a sigh slips from his nose, the smoke curling about it as his steel (and somewhat glazed) eyes lift to meet hers again. “I even know how to get in them.” He teases her back lightly, a slight tilt of his head as he considers it, a snort leaving his nose. “Might need some help tonight though.” At least with the door that Weaver had made up quite well – the key that he still held within a pocket of his pants.
So instead, he goes to move a bit while he explains, pushing away from the table as he focuses on the way that Wessex was involved. “Mm, well, to me Torchline is a surefire step up from the Grounds.” He rumbles with a grin shot back Weaver’s way, hand lingering on the bar top before a nod is given toward her at the comment of Wessex, leaving it as it was. “Alright, lets see about this room, huh?” He pushes off the bar top then, head spinning a small amount and gut incredibly warm with the alcohol that swims within it, making his way past the bar toward the entrance to the guild section.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
