SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
Small talk begins to disappear immediately as the heavy question is hit. Sunjata sinks into his seat, cupping the teacup, steel gaze flickering around the room until it finally lands on his niece, the firebrand that she was. “I broke up a fight.” He begins, taking as deep of a breath as he can. “Zeph was there, I pulled the daggers out and he walked into me and I gave him the scar on his face by accident. Of course, rumors got out, and Jack paid me a visit with a few of his crew. It’s why Nate and I had to join you in the Fingers.” A muscle feathers in his jaw. “So I could take Jack’s place, make some sort of amends.”
As for how long it took them to get out? Well, Sunjata didn’t know all of the details at the time they were leaving. But a note had been left, Sunjata had chosen to pretend he knew what happened, but he’d been wrong as Nate enlightened him prior. “Then, came home fucked up from Jack’s visit and Nate and I got into a bit of a fight. It’s fine though, we’re fine, but his first trip out was to go and see Jack.” His gaze lifts to her then, as if she might be able to fill in the rest, downing a bit of his tea.
But he asks her if she’s got what she needs, if anything else might be required, and her consolation is met with a quiet nod. Another sip of his tea as he considers underlying questions there, mulling it over, and over, again. “You’ll be safe. I’ll come visit when you’re near the shore.” A small smile tugs on the corner of his lip with that — a similar defiance based from Korofi bonds.
As for how long it took them to get out? Well, Sunjata didn’t know all of the details at the time they were leaving. But a note had been left, Sunjata had chosen to pretend he knew what happened, but he’d been wrong as Nate enlightened him prior. “Then, came home fucked up from Jack’s visit and Nate and I got into a bit of a fight. It’s fine though, we’re fine, but his first trip out was to go and see Jack.” His gaze lifts to her then, as if she might be able to fill in the rest, downing a bit of his tea.
But he asks her if she’s got what she needs, if anything else might be required, and her consolation is met with a quiet nod. Another sip of his tea as he considers underlying questions there, mulling it over, and over, again. “You’ll be safe. I’ll come visit when you’re near the shore.” A small smile tugs on the corner of his lip with that — a similar defiance based from Korofi bonds.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
