SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
The anger was understandable, really. The Flood doesn’t blame her, especially not with it being so fresh and sudden. A shift that took some getting used to, really. Calmly, he remains sitting back in his chair, gaze following the flailing of her fists, the way her brows thread together, the way the frustration and anger erupts out in the words that leave her lips.
First things first; how could she sit there while someone else lives her life? “Because you can’t go back.” Not yet anyway, but there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to give her false hope. As for the second? Well, he drags from the cigarette again, holding it in a fair amount longer than the previous pulls, before his gaze lands on her again and he abandons the cigarette momentarily in the ashtray. “I’ve been here… Three years now. If I’m being honest, being here is a lot better than home. And there is the chance that they could appear here.” Just as Lusea from Korofi had, before Caido had taken her from him again. “I’ve lost too many people. If I can imagine my sister well taken care of back home, then I’ll cling to it rather than her arriving here.” Tattooed shoulders rise and fall in shrug for that.
As for the Voice? Well, that’s another subject entirely. “There are gods here. The Old gods and the New gods. The Voice is a new god. She was imprisoned in a place called the Hollowed Grounds for a few hundred years before she got out with the help of Outlanders.” He imagines she’s smart enough to connect the dots. “There’s this… Rivalry between the old gods and the new gods. Makes things difficult if you’re in the middle.” He tries to laugh about it, but there’s the edge of awkwardness within it, the starry tattoos on his arms slowing in their shift of orbit.
Gods how it sucked to be stuck in the middle, unsure of the pathway forward that wouldn’t end in more heartbreak.
First things first; how could she sit there while someone else lives her life? “Because you can’t go back.” Not yet anyway, but there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to give her false hope. As for the second? Well, he drags from the cigarette again, holding it in a fair amount longer than the previous pulls, before his gaze lands on her again and he abandons the cigarette momentarily in the ashtray. “I’ve been here… Three years now. If I’m being honest, being here is a lot better than home. And there is the chance that they could appear here.” Just as Lusea from Korofi had, before Caido had taken her from him again. “I’ve lost too many people. If I can imagine my sister well taken care of back home, then I’ll cling to it rather than her arriving here.” Tattooed shoulders rise and fall in shrug for that.
As for the Voice? Well, that’s another subject entirely. “There are gods here. The Old gods and the New gods. The Voice is a new god. She was imprisoned in a place called the Hollowed Grounds for a few hundred years before she got out with the help of Outlanders.” He imagines she’s smart enough to connect the dots. “There’s this… Rivalry between the old gods and the new gods. Makes things difficult if you’re in the middle.” He tries to laugh about it, but there’s the edge of awkwardness within it, the starry tattoos on his arms slowing in their shift of orbit.
Gods how it sucked to be stuck in the middle, unsure of the pathway forward that wouldn’t end in more heartbreak.
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.
