SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
“Yeah, it’s gone.” He offers quietly. “The Fingers should be safe for now, aside from the storms and tides.” Of course, Sunjata doesn’t know the extent of the business that goes on within – just that there is some that goes on within it. For now, however? It’s safe enough – though Sunjata doesn’t imagine finding himself within those caves for a long while.
And the thought of all of those dies as soon as he’s offering condolences to the General of the Grounds, his attention half torn between focusing on him and the glass to avoid anything else. In the end, his head snaps back toward Deimos with the comment that it was his fault, brows furrowing together before he takes a deep inhale. The mention of Safrin, however, has him clenching his jaw, taking another sip from the glass and swallowing hard.
“I know it wasn’t intentional Deimos.” He offers. Accidents happened. After all, look at what happened to them in Halo? They’d lost friends and loved ones, and Sunjata had bore that burden on his own shoulders. The least he could do was not blame a man trying to keep everyone safe without knowing what potential consequences there could be.
“I don’t know if you’ve heard it yet or not, but there’s someone out attacking the Ascended.” He turns to his side again, setting his hip against the counter of the bar as his steel gaze flickers back toward the General. “A box showed up here with Ascended body parts after LongNight. Just before it… Nate was attacked.” A quiet offering of information – of safety for their people, even if they didn’t see eye to eye.
There didn’t need to be more blood spilled as far as he was concerned.
And the thought of all of those dies as soon as he’s offering condolences to the General of the Grounds, his attention half torn between focusing on him and the glass to avoid anything else. In the end, his head snaps back toward Deimos with the comment that it was his fault, brows furrowing together before he takes a deep inhale. The mention of Safrin, however, has him clenching his jaw, taking another sip from the glass and swallowing hard.
“I know it wasn’t intentional Deimos.” He offers. Accidents happened. After all, look at what happened to them in Halo? They’d lost friends and loved ones, and Sunjata had bore that burden on his own shoulders. The least he could do was not blame a man trying to keep everyone safe without knowing what potential consequences there could be.
“I don’t know if you’ve heard it yet or not, but there’s someone out attacking the Ascended.” He turns to his side again, setting his hip against the counter of the bar as his steel gaze flickers back toward the General. “A box showed up here with Ascended body parts after LongNight. Just before it… Nate was attacked.” A quiet offering of information – of safety for their people, even if they didn’t see eye to eye.
There didn’t need to be more blood spilled as far as he was concerned.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
