// got a feeling in your stomach 'cause you know that it's comin' for ya
leave your flowers and grieve, don't forget what they told ya //
leave your flowers and grieve, don't forget what they told ya //
He realizes quickly that he’s never going to get used to seeing not one, but two Ronins, especially as one splashes by him with a flock of angry Hels. His gaze lands on the real one as soon as he’s dispersed the other one, and the next words that fall out of Ronin’s lips do spark a deep chuckle from him. “I guess it did.” His mind is still foggy, still not entirely there to come up with the wit to back it up. “If it helps, I feel horrible. Ever been electrocuted?” A brow raises as the words leave his lips, flexing his hand out to show Ronin with the bits of lightning scars following each vein in his hand before it disappears beneath his tattoo.
The subject of buckets and him sitting, though, has a small huff leaving him, slipping away to move toward the entrance of the advocates, wading through some puddles. “I'll take any excuse to watch you work.” He teases lightly. Unlocking the door, Sunjata opens it only to find another wave of water spiral down the stairs, splashing over his boots.
The subject of buckets and him sitting, though, has a small huff leaving him, slipping away to move toward the entrance of the advocates, wading through some puddles. “I'll take any excuse to watch you work.” He teases lightly. Unlocking the door, Sunjata opens it only to find another wave of water spiral down the stairs, splashing over his boots.
SUNJATA
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.
