SuNjATA
the flood
Where once it may have surprised Sunjata to hear that someone hadn’t gone swimming before, it doesn’t surprise him to hear it this time. He nods to Clem and Nate, a toothy smile tossed back to the youth. “Absolutely.” He chimes with a bright smile, before focusing on attaining some distance to keep fishing. There’s a bright laugh that slips from his throat at Clemente’s comment of him not being much of a catch, half tempted to say something else along the lines of just how much he thinks he is a catch, but he refrains.
He grows silent, listening to the two talk, content to find out more about this relationship between Nate and Clemente, something about it inherently sweet and brotherly, something Sunjata could have related to with his sister. As Nate swings his electric gaze over to him, Sunjata tilts his head toward him with a soft hint of a smile on his face, flickering through the memories of the things Nate had before settling on said book.
He leans forward a bit to peer at Clem with a raised brow. “You made that? It’s really nice.” He offers, surprise lingering across his face with it, infinitely pleased by the idea of it. “Poles would be good if they’re that quality.” He’s sure people would like them regardless, could even be made out of other materials.
Clem’s pole dips however, and Sunjata watches with interest as Nate slips over to help the younger Ascended, only noticing after a few moments as Nate’s pole begins to do the same. So Sunjata tries to mimic Nate’s original stance with the pole in the sand, trying to catch Nate’s pole and do the same that Nate and Clemente did to reel in a fish.
He grows silent, listening to the two talk, content to find out more about this relationship between Nate and Clemente, something about it inherently sweet and brotherly, something Sunjata could have related to with his sister. As Nate swings his electric gaze over to him, Sunjata tilts his head toward him with a soft hint of a smile on his face, flickering through the memories of the things Nate had before settling on said book.
He leans forward a bit to peer at Clem with a raised brow. “You made that? It’s really nice.” He offers, surprise lingering across his face with it, infinitely pleased by the idea of it. “Poles would be good if they’re that quality.” He’s sure people would like them regardless, could even be made out of other materials.
Clem’s pole dips however, and Sunjata watches with interest as Nate slips over to help the younger Ascended, only noticing after a few moments as Nate’s pole begins to do the same. So Sunjata tries to mimic Nate’s original stance with the pole in the sand, trying to catch Nate’s pole and do the same that Nate and Clemente did to reel in a fish.
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.
