all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
The gourds seem to hiss and growl at the broom as it’s extended, creating a swift roll of Sunjata’s eyes in response. One of the gourds begins to lift, hover in the air a small amount and Sunjata’s brow raises to that, before Oliver’s voice is heard over the bustling and bright growls of the gourd entourage. “Hey Ollie.” Sunjata hums, batting one of the gourds back. He focuses on batting a few more and gaining some sort of distance between them to look over at the man.
He seems in relatively good condition, just by the quick glance over, and Sunjata wonders how much of a life the man had made for himself here. Sunjata, himself, doesn’t look quite so well – bags beneath eyes of exhaustion, neck littered with marks and Ascended bites. Other than that, and the circular scars that peek out from beneath his shirt, he’s relatively the same as before. A few notable surface changes, but still all the same.
“Apparently these gourds have a bit of a death wish, huh?” A raise of his brow, a slightly fanged smirk granted back toward Oliver.
He seems in relatively good condition, just by the quick glance over, and Sunjata wonders how much of a life the man had made for himself here. Sunjata, himself, doesn’t look quite so well – bags beneath eyes of exhaustion, neck littered with marks and Ascended bites. Other than that, and the circular scars that peek out from beneath his shirt, he’s relatively the same as before. A few notable surface changes, but still all the same.
“Apparently these gourds have a bit of a death wish, huh?” A raise of his brow, a slightly fanged smirk granted back toward Oliver.
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.
