SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
He likely should’ve expected a stark reaction from her – but he doesn’t, and it’s a misstep on his end that has him rooted in place while she drops her cigarette, fumbles for it, snatches it up all while looking a bit like a trapped wild animal. But he doesn’t pull the shifts back in – no, she’d likely see stranger things as her time in Torchline went on. He keeps them as they were, horns heavy and spiraled, feathers navy and smooth against his skin, and the fangs that ironically mimic that of his husband’s on an easy display with the smile he gives her.
“You think so?” He rumbles, half between a joke and half not, before he snorts and fills his glass and offers her own. As she shakes her head, he offers a short dip of his own before placing the bottle back on his side, taking a sip from the glass as she does too. And he falls silent from his other barrage of words, leaning back in his chair.
He can’t help but to nod as his steel gaze scans her face before her own eyes meet his. “It takes some getting used to.” He agrees, a bit softer, aiming to seem a bit less threatening or off. The mention of Jack has a brow raising, however, the easy smile shifting into something of a roguish smirk, playful and amused. “Jack, huh? I’d be careful around him if I were you.” He looks down to the glass before him, face seeming to scream ‘not like he has any experience with it, no ma’am’, when he can starkly recall Jack and his goons beating the shit out of him.
Ah well, his gaze lifts to catch her smirk, to hear the tones of her voice that manage to bring a bark of a laugh from him. Bracing his arms on the desk in front of him, he leans toward her then, that grin of amusement remaining. “You haven’t seen anything yet, Aurelia.” It’s a low rumble of honesty, a wink shot her way before he’s leaning back, smug as a cat. “You’ll find that Torchline isn’t exactly what most people would consider proper. You’ll find that her dealings and going’s on are much the same.” A slippery sort, full of corruption even at the top – someone that the smugglers were supposed to outwit and keep quiet, simply had another dangerous guild in their midst, one that Sunjata owned as well.
“If you want some place that seems more traditional, might I suggest Halo? Though… You’d have to get used to the cold and snow.” A shiver runs down his spine, a sigh purely for dramatics leaving him with a puff of smoke. “Certainly not my taste, but to each their own.”
“You think so?” He rumbles, half between a joke and half not, before he snorts and fills his glass and offers her own. As she shakes her head, he offers a short dip of his own before placing the bottle back on his side, taking a sip from the glass as she does too. And he falls silent from his other barrage of words, leaning back in his chair.
He can’t help but to nod as his steel gaze scans her face before her own eyes meet his. “It takes some getting used to.” He agrees, a bit softer, aiming to seem a bit less threatening or off. The mention of Jack has a brow raising, however, the easy smile shifting into something of a roguish smirk, playful and amused. “Jack, huh? I’d be careful around him if I were you.” He looks down to the glass before him, face seeming to scream ‘not like he has any experience with it, no ma’am’, when he can starkly recall Jack and his goons beating the shit out of him.
Ah well, his gaze lifts to catch her smirk, to hear the tones of her voice that manage to bring a bark of a laugh from him. Bracing his arms on the desk in front of him, he leans toward her then, that grin of amusement remaining. “You haven’t seen anything yet, Aurelia.” It’s a low rumble of honesty, a wink shot her way before he’s leaning back, smug as a cat. “You’ll find that Torchline isn’t exactly what most people would consider proper. You’ll find that her dealings and going’s on are much the same.” A slippery sort, full of corruption even at the top – someone that the smugglers were supposed to outwit and keep quiet, simply had another dangerous guild in their midst, one that Sunjata owned as well.
“If you want some place that seems more traditional, might I suggest Halo? Though… You’d have to get used to the cold and snow.” A shiver runs down his spine, a sigh purely for dramatics leaving him with a puff of smoke. “Certainly not my taste, but to each their own.”
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.
