// 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 //
The cloud follows his heels, poking and prodding at him to sit, and after a moment dies he finally deign to do it — sitting upon the nimbus even though he wonders if it might just fall through beneath his weight. How strange it was to sit upon a cloud, but he does, regardless, and turns his attention back to Ronin. “I was running errands. I didn’t expect to see a sea panther on my way back.” He whines. And he had — gone to Haulani to grab one thing for the house, only to return and find a hell of a lot of fog guiding people into the mists to their deaths.
“There was a fuck ton of fog, people walking toward it and disappearing. And when I got there… I heard Maea, I think. And then Deimos parted the fog and this giant creature was there in the water.” He purses his lips briefly, flexing his hand. “Anyway, missed communication happened when I asked Deimos to make a lightning rod to impale the creature with it, and he instead handed it back to me when I called a strike down.” Shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. That's about all he remembers, aside from flying through the air, the breath knocked from his lungs, his mind whirling and his vision black.
He watches, however, as Ronin flexes and grabs a bucket — a crooked smirk crossing his face. “Ahh. Doesn't mean I can’t look.”
“There was a fuck ton of fog, people walking toward it and disappearing. And when I got there… I heard Maea, I think. And then Deimos parted the fog and this giant creature was there in the water.” He purses his lips briefly, flexing his hand. “Anyway, missed communication happened when I asked Deimos to make a lightning rod to impale the creature with it, and he instead handed it back to me when I called a strike down.” Shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. That's about all he remembers, aside from flying through the air, the breath knocked from his lungs, his mind whirling and his vision black.
He watches, however, as Ronin flexes and grabs a bucket — a crooked smirk crossing his face. “Ahh. Doesn't mean I can’t look.”
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.
