SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
It doesn’t surprise him that she stares – he gets a lot of that, whether it be from height or the scars, either way he’s grown used to it. Born and raised in the limelight as it were, regardless if he wanted it or not. Someone nearly always had an eye on him, until he’d arrived here, that is. She takes a step back and Sunjata remains where he stands, gaze drifting from where the boy had gone back to her, that feline grin plastered to his face.
Brows raise in all that same amusement at her blunder, quickly fixed as a low chuckle leaves him. “There is just the one. Congratulations, Aurelia, you’ve found him. I’m Sunjata.” That smile remains, though it’s paired with a playful half bow before he’s turning away from her briefly to peer through the rest of the Slagveld to see if there’s a quiet space to speak – when there is none, the office just up the stairs would have to do, and he peers back at her while he listens to the rest of her questions. “I can’t say I have answers, but I can certainly try.” It’s worth a shot at least – being an Outlander himself, trying to make a place within the world he found himself in.
It was certainly an adventure, to say the least.
He extends an arm out toward the stairs off to the side, to give her a point to guide herself. “Come with me, it’ll be quieter.” A brief offering to the woman, before he’s moving, slipping through the crowd with ease and practice, hopeful that she follows. And once the stairs are reached, he hangs a left into an office of sorts, a bit messy here and there, but sat upon the side is Haai, the wolfish magpie griffin raising her head to peer at the guest before she settles on her bed again. He gestures for her to take a seat on the other side of the table, while he sits at his usual spot, pulling out a cigarette from a drawer and quickly lighting it up, letting the smoke linger in curls around his nose and the edges of his lips before he exhales a plume toward the door. “So, where would you like to start?” His steel gaze focuses on her again, lingering on the panes of her face as if he’s trying to memorize her.
Aurelia
Brows raise in all that same amusement at her blunder, quickly fixed as a low chuckle leaves him. “There is just the one. Congratulations, Aurelia, you’ve found him. I’m Sunjata.” That smile remains, though it’s paired with a playful half bow before he’s turning away from her briefly to peer through the rest of the Slagveld to see if there’s a quiet space to speak – when there is none, the office just up the stairs would have to do, and he peers back at her while he listens to the rest of her questions. “I can’t say I have answers, but I can certainly try.” It’s worth a shot at least – being an Outlander himself, trying to make a place within the world he found himself in.
It was certainly an adventure, to say the least.
He extends an arm out toward the stairs off to the side, to give her a point to guide herself. “Come with me, it’ll be quieter.” A brief offering to the woman, before he’s moving, slipping through the crowd with ease and practice, hopeful that she follows. And once the stairs are reached, he hangs a left into an office of sorts, a bit messy here and there, but sat upon the side is Haai, the wolfish magpie griffin raising her head to peer at the guest before she settles on her bed again. He gestures for her to take a seat on the other side of the table, while he sits at his usual spot, pulling out a cigarette from a drawer and quickly lighting it up, letting the smoke linger in curls around his nose and the edges of his lips before he exhales a plume toward the door. “So, where would you like to start?” His steel gaze focuses on her again, lingering on the panes of her face as if he’s trying to memorize 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.
