SUNJATA
the flood
i'll use you as a warning sign
that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
There’s no way to know what befell the prison before Roana’s escape, before her appearing at the Monster Hunter’s Guild. It feels like an eternity ago, before he’d known Ronin, before he’d struck disaster and lost Lusea a second time. In some ways it was a lifetime ago, in others it was just two years prior. Time was a finicky, weird thing in Caido that Sunjata hardly had a grasp on.
He inclines his head to what Deimos says, mulling it over as he considers what other meanings it might have. Sunjata was far more of a fighter than he was optimistic, a life thrown into fight after fight seemed to make quite a pessimistic person. So all he can do is nod to that, shifting a small amount to look back at Deimos before he walks back to Zuriel to grab his bag and sling it over his shoulder. “I think I’m going to have to dig in.” He admits, tapping his scarred hands fingers along the edge of the bag. “Are you?”
He inclines his head to what Deimos says, mulling it over as he considers what other meanings it might have. Sunjata was far more of a fighter than he was optimistic, a life thrown into fight after fight seemed to make quite a pessimistic person. So all he can do is nod to that, shifting a small amount to look back at Deimos before he walks back to Zuriel to grab his bag and sling it over his shoulder. “I think I’m going to have to dig in.” He admits, tapping his scarred hands fingers along the edge of the bag. “Are you?”
and i'll use you as a focal point
so i don't lose sight of what i want
so i don't lose sight of what i want
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.
