SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
Her discomfort isn’t lost on him, but there’s no way that the Flood can try and ease it. It had taken him months to grow comfortable within Caido, and even then there were times where he still was out of his element. Here in Torchline, however, this was his home now. This was where he was the most comfortable, even if people tried to throw him off balance. And now that he’s no longer sick, he can settle into the role with ease, practicing a mix of his own rebellious self and that of what his father had wished him to become – as much as he hated the latter.
He drags off the cigarette while she speaks, focusing on her face and the questions, the information she’s laid out. None of it makes sense, but there is a kinship there – an understanding. He’d come from similar, he’d arrived from a place not so unlike her own it seemed. And the answer to her question of getting back, well, surprisingly he has an answer for that – though it isn’t particularly one she’ll enjoy.
Haai decides that Aurelia isn’t a threat and the griffin rolls over, closing her eyes to doze off while Sunjata figures out where to even start. One more drag off the cigarette with the curling smoke, he flicks the ash into an ashtray and leans back in his chair. “A bounty hunter would fit in well here. That’s what I told people I did when I arrived.” It was easier than explaining everything else – prince turned rebel, turned enemy.
“To start, well, they’re right. There isn’t a way to get back. But, if it helps, you weren’t exactly… Plucked here with nothing to remain.” The cigarette rolls in between his fingers as he recalls what Maea had once told him. “There’s a version of you still there, just as there is one of me back where I’m from.” But for the first time, perhaps, Aurelia would find a frown gracing his mouth. “I came from a place called Korofi. We didn’t have magic or shifters or anything. And one day I was crossing the threshold of the place I was staying at and ended up here. No rhyme, no reason. Left my sister behind, too. I just hope that the version of me is taking care of her.” Shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, another drag from the cigarette.
“But it was the Voice that had brought you here just as she brought me here, no way to get back that anyone has found.”
Aurelia
He drags off the cigarette while she speaks, focusing on her face and the questions, the information she’s laid out. None of it makes sense, but there is a kinship there – an understanding. He’d come from similar, he’d arrived from a place not so unlike her own it seemed. And the answer to her question of getting back, well, surprisingly he has an answer for that – though it isn’t particularly one she’ll enjoy.
Haai decides that Aurelia isn’t a threat and the griffin rolls over, closing her eyes to doze off while Sunjata figures out where to even start. One more drag off the cigarette with the curling smoke, he flicks the ash into an ashtray and leans back in his chair. “A bounty hunter would fit in well here. That’s what I told people I did when I arrived.” It was easier than explaining everything else – prince turned rebel, turned enemy.
“To start, well, they’re right. There isn’t a way to get back. But, if it helps, you weren’t exactly… Plucked here with nothing to remain.” The cigarette rolls in between his fingers as he recalls what Maea had once told him. “There’s a version of you still there, just as there is one of me back where I’m from.” But for the first time, perhaps, Aurelia would find a frown gracing his mouth. “I came from a place called Korofi. We didn’t have magic or shifters or anything. And one day I was crossing the threshold of the place I was staying at and ended up here. No rhyme, no reason. Left my sister behind, too. I just hope that the version of me is taking care of her.” Shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, another drag from the cigarette.
“But it was the Voice that had brought you here just as she brought me here, no way to get back that anyone has found.”
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.
