SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
“They do.” He replies, head tilting a bit as he watches her hold her head in her hands. Smoke filters up from the ashtray from the discarded cigarette, he remains leaned back in his chair, eventually tearing his gaze away to look out the window at the passing sun, fiddling idly with the ring of a crescent moon sat upon his finger. He spins it a few times, letting the silence flood the room, listening as she chuckles quietly to herself, the weight of it all settling. And when he meets her eyes, he knows the feeling all too well.
At her request, however, he pulls two cigarettes out – one for her and another for him. He lights his own, before handing her the fiery match so she might light her own. And while she does, he reaches into a drawer, grabbing two empty glasses and a bottle of smoky whiskey he’d stashed away. He pours a bit into both, sliding a glass her way, a knowing look sent her way as he leans back once more and takes a sip of the alcohol.
“The Old God heralds are the ones you’re more likely to meet. There’s Frey, the herald of Rae, focuses on nature and reproduction and the like, followed by Ludo who is the herald of Mort, it guides souls. And then there’s Safrin, the herald of Vi, the god of life.” He pauses, unsure how to even describe his chosen goddess. “She’s brilliant, magnificent.” He takes a second to bite down on the inside of his cheek, casting his gaze back to her. “Extremely rewarding should she task you with something. She attuned me not too long after I arrived.” He begins, flashing her an easy smile. “Attuned are… Shape shifters, I suppose. We can turn into animals. Then there’s the Abandoned, ones gifted with magic. Accepted, which is how I arrived – closest to the gods, nothing particularly special in terms of abilities aside from that. Then there are the Ascended – those connected to the Voice and the New Gods. Far more advanced technology, but they can siphon abilities from others with quite a pleasing bite.” It’s an information dump, but he cocks his head a bit avianlike as he keeps his gaze on her, perhaps some connection to the latter Ascended information and the silvery sheen of scars that circle his neck that appear to have come from fangs.
At her request, however, he pulls two cigarettes out – one for her and another for him. He lights his own, before handing her the fiery match so she might light her own. And while she does, he reaches into a drawer, grabbing two empty glasses and a bottle of smoky whiskey he’d stashed away. He pours a bit into both, sliding a glass her way, a knowing look sent her way as he leans back once more and takes a sip of the alcohol.
“The Old God heralds are the ones you’re more likely to meet. There’s Frey, the herald of Rae, focuses on nature and reproduction and the like, followed by Ludo who is the herald of Mort, it guides souls. And then there’s Safrin, the herald of Vi, the god of life.” He pauses, unsure how to even describe his chosen goddess. “She’s brilliant, magnificent.” He takes a second to bite down on the inside of his cheek, casting his gaze back to her. “Extremely rewarding should she task you with something. She attuned me not too long after I arrived.” He begins, flashing her an easy smile. “Attuned are… Shape shifters, I suppose. We can turn into animals. Then there’s the Abandoned, ones gifted with magic. Accepted, which is how I arrived – closest to the gods, nothing particularly special in terms of abilities aside from that. Then there are the Ascended – those connected to the Voice and the New Gods. Far more advanced technology, but they can siphon abilities from others with quite a pleasing bite.” It’s an information dump, but he cocks his head a bit avianlike as he keeps his gaze on her, perhaps some connection to the latter Ascended information and the silvery sheen of scars that circle his neck that appear to have come from fangs.
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.
