SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
Bastien’s smile back toward the Flood has his own growing a bit wider — lasting only a moment longer before it vanishes with the realization that Raza has now found another one. And with the teamwork of the two of them, they had that handled. And so he continues to walk, hands hovering nearby his hips where the daggers sit again, gaze a slit steel as he scans toward the end of the tunnel.
He doesn’t see anything, but while Deimos mentions that the tunnels should end soon, Sunjata can hear the rustling of wings, the sound too distracting to ignore. So he keeps the armored plates along his arms and his throat, halfway creeping up his neck, and he focuses on angling himself toward the sound, to follow down it.
Glancing back at the group, he nods his head down the way he’s picked. “I hear some… birds I think, down this way.” He rumbles to them, turning his attention back to where the sounds are coming from.
Sunjata keeps himself mostly partially shifted for the armor aspect and follows the sound to investigate.
He doesn’t see anything, but while Deimos mentions that the tunnels should end soon, Sunjata can hear the rustling of wings, the sound too distracting to ignore. So he keeps the armored plates along his arms and his throat, halfway creeping up his neck, and he focuses on angling himself toward the sound, to follow down it.
Glancing back at the group, he nods his head down the way he’s picked. “I hear some… birds I think, down this way.” He rumbles to them, turning his attention back to where the sounds are coming from.
Sunjata keeps himself mostly partially shifted for the armor aspect and follows the sound to investigate.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
