SuNjATA
the flood
Korbin doesn’t meet his gaze and Sunjata looks away again to give the man whatever space he might be needing, focusing instead on the task at hand. The idea of creating rather than rampaging. Of making something to channel the anger into. And he can’t help but to consider what information Korbin hands over, mulling them over in his mind. “Could always try to make music for a living.” He shrugs, because it’s not something he would do — he did play the piano but that had been more of a nobility habit. He hadn’t picked it up since learning — hands too full of weapons, alcohol, or bodies to spend the time on it.
“Or, you do both. It is possible, you know.” He offers with a light chuckle. “I run a guild and work the position I have here. And then after all of that, I do what I like to.” He tilts his head back toward Korbin with that. “An even balance is needed, even if you feel guilty about it. No use wrecking yourself into the ground to keep going when you could’ve channeled that anger out a bit, hm?” A raise of his brow to that.
“Or, you do both. It is possible, you know.” He offers with a light chuckle. “I run a guild and work the position I have here. And then after all of that, I do what I like to.” He tilts his head back toward Korbin with that. “An even balance is needed, even if you feel guilty about it. No use wrecking yourself into the ground to keep going when you could’ve channeled that anger out a bit, hm?” A raise of his brow to that.
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
