SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
He likely could have used the old Governor’s house for this, but given his own personal experience with the Fae the Slagveld seemed as good a place as any. A bit less professional, but a bit more personal — perhaps a bit of a show that he’s a fighter and it would take a lot to take him down. He had been struck by lightning, after all. But it has its bonus as well, the ability to peer at the Fae that comes to visit, to hear her voice and recall the one that attacked Nate, to see if perhaps there were coincidences.
But the voice he hears is not familiar, nor is the height of the Fae that calls out for him. He appears out of the back, approaching her without much fanfare. He doesn’t particularly look the governor type, not yet anyway, with a sleeveless shirt on, scars criss crossing his body, silvery ascended bite marks almost like a ring around his neck, tattoos of stars and waves that run from feather tattooed shoulders down to his wrist that shift and flicker with the stars.
“Ambassador Dubois.” He greets her, approaching and offering a hand toward the seating area off to the side, a place more private where they’d be able to talk. “Thank you for meeting me here.” He takes a seat across from the chair he’s gestured for her to sit in. “I suppose I’d like to start on where you think the Fae sit with Torchline.” His head tilts, steel gaze lingering on her.
But the voice he hears is not familiar, nor is the height of the Fae that calls out for him. He appears out of the back, approaching her without much fanfare. He doesn’t particularly look the governor type, not yet anyway, with a sleeveless shirt on, scars criss crossing his body, silvery ascended bite marks almost like a ring around his neck, tattoos of stars and waves that run from feather tattooed shoulders down to his wrist that shift and flicker with the stars.
“Ambassador Dubois.” He greets her, approaching and offering a hand toward the seating area off to the side, a place more private where they’d be able to talk. “Thank you for meeting me here.” He takes a seat across from the chair he’s gestured for her to sit in. “I suppose I’d like to start on where you think the Fae sit with Torchline.” His head tilts, steel gaze lingering on her.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
