SuNjATA
the flood
The way Clemente speaks is enough that has a small crooked smile crossing his face, somewhat boyish in nature as he chuckles lightly. “Alright. Clem it is.” He rumbles in agreement, beginning to add something else in – seeing as he does the same with his own name – but passes it off as Nate continues and Sunjata manages to toss his shirt into a pile – prepared to swim. But he turns to Nate when he speaks, dark brows furrowing a small amount in his confusion with that. “Really?” He rumbles in partial surprise – what good was fishing if you weren’t actually going to eat what you caught? But… This is Nate’s activity, and so he settles before his feet touch the water and he can shift – running a hand through his hair as he watches Clem shake Nate’s arm, and Nate explains what it is they’ll be doing.
So of course, he crowds a bit closer, slipping back to the Ascended’s sides, hovering a small amount over Nate’s shoulder to peer at the jar with the crayfish. It doesn’t seem that hard, so when given the chance, he takes the fishing pole, the hook, and one of the creatures and tries to follow Nate’s motions in hooking it. It’s not perfect, but it should be good enough, and he follows Nate to the spot he’s chosen. “So… When we catch something do we just toss it back?” He asks, clearly confused, but casting his own hook out into the sea as well. He’s not sure what else they’d do with it if they didn’t plan on eating it.
So it had to make sense, right? “After this I demand a swim.” Sunjata feigns some dramatics, paired with a quiet chuckle and a roguish grin sent to the other two Ascended’s.
So of course, he crowds a bit closer, slipping back to the Ascended’s sides, hovering a small amount over Nate’s shoulder to peer at the jar with the crayfish. It doesn’t seem that hard, so when given the chance, he takes the fishing pole, the hook, and one of the creatures and tries to follow Nate’s motions in hooking it. It’s not perfect, but it should be good enough, and he follows Nate to the spot he’s chosen. “So… When we catch something do we just toss it back?” He asks, clearly confused, but casting his own hook out into the sea as well. He’s not sure what else they’d do with it if they didn’t plan on eating it.
So it had to make sense, right? “After this I demand a swim.” Sunjata feigns some dramatics, paired with a quiet chuckle and a roguish grin sent to the other two Ascended’s.
this ain't no place for no hero
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.
