don't you know i'm no good for you?
Ah, as was everyone else at the end of the day. Haulani still covered in ash, stretching out far enough to cover everything here too. It had been a slog to get down to the bar to try and save what little bits he could on the inside, replacing and helping clean up where he could. But he had done it, had been there through it, hadn’t asked for a reward when he’d tried to help the people get to safety.
But he glances toward the bard in time to watch him glance down toward the blades, a raise of his brow in response to the accusations. “I asked Safrin what I could do for her. This is it. It has nothing to do with what I do or don’t do in Torchline.” He says easily enough, tone a bit flat, the proof standing before him. “Amalia’s her shield, Ronin is her star. I suppose she plans on making me her dagger.” Steel gaze slipping along Jigano before it returns to the blade within his hand.
Of course, he should have expected the sharp retort from Jigano, and yet a bit more frustration pangs through him. He doesn’t look back at Jigano, focusing entirely on the ocean and storms around them, on the blade beneath his fingers. “She was with me, Jigano. We came to an agreement before she went off on the hunt.” Finally, steel drifts to meet the bard once more. “But I will not have you try to act like I was nothing but honest with her.” Feathers speckle along his shoulders, a true show of the rampaging emotions within him. “If it makes you feel any better, Delphia won’t tell me what all the rest of you got on that nice long notice board post until I get over Lusea, so, there's that.” No closure, no nothing aside from a letter left right before the hunt, one he keeps in the home not far from here - the only one he hasn't burned.
But he glances toward the bard in time to watch him glance down toward the blades, a raise of his brow in response to the accusations. “I asked Safrin what I could do for her. This is it. It has nothing to do with what I do or don’t do in Torchline.” He says easily enough, tone a bit flat, the proof standing before him. “Amalia’s her shield, Ronin is her star. I suppose she plans on making me her dagger.” Steel gaze slipping along Jigano before it returns to the blade within his hand.
Of course, he should have expected the sharp retort from Jigano, and yet a bit more frustration pangs through him. He doesn’t look back at Jigano, focusing entirely on the ocean and storms around them, on the blade beneath his fingers. “She was with me, Jigano. We came to an agreement before she went off on the hunt.” Finally, steel drifts to meet the bard once more. “But I will not have you try to act like I was nothing but honest with her.” Feathers speckle along his shoulders, a true show of the rampaging emotions within him. “If it makes you feel any better, Delphia won’t tell me what all the rest of you got on that nice long notice board post until I get over Lusea, so, there's that.” No closure, no nothing aside from a letter left right before the hunt, one he keeps in the home not far from here - the only one he hasn't burned.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
SUNJATA
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.
