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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
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#1
please remain calm, the end has arrived. we cannot save you, enjoy the ride.
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
They had picked the cliffs for good reason. Resilient enough, far enough away from the sea to cause too much flood damage, far enough away from Haulani and the Port to not be directly involved, far enough to be close and yet far enough away to be themselves. The task now was to decide where within the cliffs. It’s closer to dusk by the time they crest the hill leading up, the lighthouse in the distance shining a glimmering light, but Sunjata doesn’t look to it – doesn’t follow the familiar footpath toward their old home. No, they swing to the left a bit, closer to Haulani where cliffs jut out from the city that meld into the ones that watch over the sea.

Haai runs off ahead, yipping her playfulness as she bounds about. Sunjata meanwhile, tenderly pokes at the edge of his eye where the black eye Ronin had given him had become particularly tender. At least the swelling was down? Casting a quick glance toward Nate, the hand dropping from his eye, reaches to grab Nate’s and interlock his fingers with the Ascended’s. “In a cliff, huh?” He repeats, recalling the conversations they’d had over what to make. “I guess we just need to find which cliff looks particularly more like home?” He can’t help the glitter of amusement in his eyes, the way his tone is playful and excited, the way it edges in a slight smirk.
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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.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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#2
I know that Most feelings are fleeting, but I could make a home from this one
Enough of this walk is muscle memory that Nate can let his gaze wander as they move, shifting from the sea on one side of them to the cliffs on the other, his eyes sometimes finding Sunjata. His eye had finally started going down, but that didn’t mean Nate could avoid the pang of sympathy that thrummed through him every time he looks at his husband. Pemota races along above Haai, deceptively quick in her weightless dance, a stream of light and whistles trailing along behind her. A smiles been clinging to Nate’s face since they set out, warm, content, and it only settles deeper on his face as his eyes follow their companions playful route, racing along a path that straddles both well known and brand new.

He doesn’t even need to turn his head to notice Sunjata’s hand rising, it’s destination obvious. Much in the same way that doesn’t need to look when he lifts his own arm, elbowing the attuned’s side in an effort to get him to stop fucking with it. Nate does glance over when their fingers tangle together, his hand all but dropping into his husbands.

Managing to only barely stifle an endlessly fond sigh, Nate smiles as he repeats himself again. ”In a cliff, yea.” Some cheeky part of him considers just leaving it there, and refusing to go further, but another, far more eager part of him is excited to start planning. ”One where it curves, kind of. The less we have to change it, the better.” Sure, the point of this was to build something together, a place that could be a home, a place where they could grow together, even more than they already have, but that didn’t mean it had to be a chore to build. That was why location was so important, why Nate keeps his focus dancing ahead of them, instead of letting it be sucked into into the attuned.
NATE
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 79 - Int: 3
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#3
please remain calm, the end has arrived. we cannot save you, enjoy the ride.
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
The elbow from Nate jostles Sunjata’s fingers as they press against the edge of his shiner, hissing when the fingers press a bit too hard with the movement given. He’d asked for it, though, and he casts an innocent glance over toward Nate as he seeks out his husband’s hand. The question is aired, Nate’s confirmation a welcome distraction from the idle need to do something with his hands.

He squeezes the Ascended’s hand, watching their companions and their playful dance that edges closer toward the cliffs. “Like a V?” He asks, head tilting slightly, arm tugging Nate a bit closer. “A wing for business and a wing for pleasure?” The question comes out with some bit of truth to it, some idea forming in his mind, unable to keep the light teasing and playful tones, words drifting from his lips in a playful purr. “I like it.” He adds on, more serious now, gaze scanning the cliff edge. There’s a space where it dips that he guides them toward, stepping over the crunching of dry grasses.

How much will we need to dig it out?” His attention fully turning toward Nate now, soft steel scanning over his husbands face.
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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.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
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#4
I know that Most feelings are fleeting, but I could make a home from this one
"Exactly like a V." Nate hums, his hips pressing in against his husband. Lifting their clasped hands out in front of them and reaching out with his free hand, the ascended lifting Sunjata's first finger. "Business," then the middle one, "pleasure." Barking out a soft laugh, Nate wiggles the finger poking out between the two he's lifted. "And a spot just for us, right in the middle of it." The soft laugh grows and grows, their hands dropping so Nate can instead pull Sunjata close, mindful of the bruises on his face when he picks a spot to press a quick kiss against.

As they follow the dip of the earth, creeping closer to their companions, Nate's laugh tapers off. This is a nice place., he thinks, We have good taste. A picture forms before his eyes, a home rising from the flat, warm and well built and utterly theirs. Some impossible to deny focus already has him looking at the spot with a more and more critical eye, and it comes to a head when Sunjata questions how far they'll have to dig. The ascended pulls himself away from his husband and steps around the space, looking up at the cliff rising above them, down towards the ocean drop off. Crouching, he squints, holds his thumb out as if he's taking some kind of measurements.

When he finally finishes with whatever mental calculations had been occupying him for nearly ten minutes now, his words roll off his tongue in the thickest version of his accent he can manage, completed by a self-satisfied smirk. "A coupla' feet. Maybe" his fingers point out towards Sunjata, emphasizing the guess involved, "maybe a yard." Surprising even himself, Nate manages to hold it; the crouch and the narrowed eyes and the emphasizing fingers.

The payoff comes when he finally laughs, helpless and nasally at first, before it blooms into something loud enough to echo around the cliffs, boisterous enough to knock him off balance and onto his ass. It takes him a long moment to get a hold of himself, to aim his grin and his gaze both at his husband. "This is gonna be great." He beams, face utterly radiant.
NATE
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 79 - Int: 3
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#5
please remain calm, the end has arrived. we cannot save you, enjoy the ride.
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
Nate’s laugh has always had a sort of… Infectiousness with it. He can’t help the edge of his smile that lifts with it, steel gaze watching as Nate lifts fingers and explains, softening only when he mentions a space just for them right in the middle. As it should be, as it needed to be, as they deserved it to be. He nudges his hip against Nate’s a bit playfully, eyes shutting only when Nate leans in and presses a quick kiss somewhere there, Sunjata paying little to no attention if it lands on a bruise or hurts.

It was worth every second of it.

Reluctantly, he lets Nate go to inspect the dip of the earth and the cliffs, Sunjata following a bit slower behind, letting his gaze try to focus through the dark to gain some sort of idea of what Nate had planned. He can hear the ocean in the distance, the crashing and roaring of waves lapping against the cliffs and the small beach down there. His gaze focuses on Nate again when he speaks, the accent thick. It’s thick enough Sunjata can’t help but to flush a bit, moving to crouch beside his husband, steel gaze drifting out toward the expanse of cliffs. “Oh? That’s all?” He asks, a breathy hum of a laugh leaving him, not believing the Ascended at all, though a bit of him starts to give in with the narrowed eyes and the crouch, a dark brow raising in quiet consideration until Nate’s laughing. Hard. A smirk crosses his face as he moves to stand, peering down from above his husband and meeting those mismatched eyes.

He shifts to kneel beside Nate, sitting back on his heels while Haai yips at Pemota closer to the cliff face. “You okay?” He murmurs, laughter racking its way out of him to join Nate’s own loud laughs. “For what it's worth, it will be great.” He grins, glancing back up at the cliffs, looking past a palm in the distance with a sudden vision of long blonde hair. His amusement fades, heart thundering, stock-still as he stares at the palm.
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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.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
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#6
I know that Most feelings are fleeting, but I could make a home from this one
The edges of the smirk only grow wider, Nate's tongue moving to wet his lips while his eyes followed Sunjata's approach, neck craned back far to keep the attuned in proper view. "Yea. That should be enough to do it." The true shame is his act breaking before he gets the chance to elaborate on what it is supposed to be.

"I'm fine sonskyn, just perfect." How could he be anything else, out this beautiful evening with his husband, with his family. "Of course it'll be great."  It's a wonder Nate manages to speak at all, hiccuping the words out between laughter. A hand comes up, finding Sunjata's again and squeezing tightly. "It'll be ours." That, more than anything else, is the draw, the reason for this. They could simply find another forgotten shell, could fill it with all the things to make it a home, and it still wouldn't be quite the same as something built for themselves.

It takes far too long for Nate to notice when Sunjata's mirth has dried up, and longer still to notice that there seems to be a cause to it, a hunter's stillness to the attuned as he stares off into the distance. The question bubbling up to Nate's lips never manages to make it past them, as he turns his mismatched eyes in the same direction, searching for, and finding, what it is that's paralyzed his husband so easily. A shape he recognizes even from this distance, a curtain of blonde hair waving in the sea breeze, as the body walks away, already small but shrinking.

Nate is on his feet in an instant, half climbing up Sunjata to manage it, the apology coming in the form of his hands offering the same supports so the attuned can rise as well. "Hey... Hey!" A glance is thrown towards his husband, the silent confirmation of we're following her?  Though it's useless, considering he's already tugging them after the apparition.

Pemota stops her play for a moment, to simply rise, and stare in the direction they begin to head in as if she's considering following for a moment. She doesn't, her attention returning to Haai, to whatever game they're playing. If nothing else, they'll serve as a marker for the spot chosen, a place to wander back towards, after whatever it is they find, or don't find.
NATE
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 79 - Int: 3
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#7
please remain calm, the end has arrived. we cannot save you, enjoy the ride.
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
He’s can’t help the amused smile that finds its way quirking his lips, not understanding nor believing his husband in what he says, unsure what the ‘it’ is that has Nate so sure. But he feigns his understanding anyway, sinking for a moment lower into the grasses beside Nate, the Ascended’s laughter blossoming and infecting Sunjata as he squints his gaze searching for the lie in Nate’s ‘fine’. He doesn’t find it, not through the hiccuped laughter and subsequent words. His hand is squeezed, the agreement made that it would be theirs, entirely, wholly, theirs.

He moves to stand and doesn’t succeed, spying a shock of blonde hair through the dark, stilling as if he’s seen a ghost — heart pounding and brows furrowing. It isn’t until Nate sees it too that he finally becomes unstuck, Nate clamoring up him to stand while Sunjata remembers he can breathe, before he’s getting pulled up next, any thoughts of an apology or a playful ‘hey’ disappearing on his tongue. He’s tugged along, feet moving, to try and follow the figure that begins to dip through the grasses, lower and lower until he can’t see whether she’s gone straight or changed course.

He picks up speed, while Haai stays behind and paws at Pemota, almost as if she’s rolling her eyes at the pair. But Sunjata has to find out. “Come back!” He calls out into the dark, hoping it’s enough to turn her around.
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
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#8
I know that Most feelings are fleeting, but I could make a home from this one
Their frantic calls aren't enough to do anything it seems, the figure that has to be Ru still running from them. Though, she's not running, it's the only way to describe it that makes sense. How else would they be unable to catch up with her, would she be able to simply slip from their view like a ghost? It made sense while they were sick, in the kind of way that twisted Nate's stomach into knots when he thought about it too long, but this... it's different.

Nate stumbles as they run, Sunjata's voice echoing in his ears when he loses his footing on a clump of grass and goes toppling into a small ravine, an almost dry trickle funnelling water from the jungle to the sea. This tumble doesn't have him laughing, though he's just as unhurt, sitting at the bottom of the shallow dip and waiting for his husband's face to appear to him.

"That... that was her, right?"
NATE
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 79 - Int: 3
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#9
please remain calm, the end has arrived. we cannot save you, enjoy the ride.
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
The figure flickers and disappears and something clenches in Sunjata’s throat, a tightness. Maybe she didn’t want to be tied down? Maybe she did get cold feet and ran off? It’s hard to say. All Sunjata knows is that she doesn’t come to the call and when he continues to rush forward he loses Nate in a small trench of water so it seems. So his steps slow, stilling in the grasses a bit away from Nate, watching the figure disappear before his eyes, when he finally turns back to Nate with confusion across his brow. “I’m positive it was.” He rumbles, debating between flying up and scouting more or returning to Nate.

But in the end he always picks Nate.

So he turns back, away from the space the figure had disappeared, moving toward his husband as he approaches him with a hand outstretched to pull the Ascended up. “Maybe she just didn’t want to talk.” He suggests, quietly, interlacing his fingers with Nate’s to move back toward the point where Pemota and Haai still play. “Lets go back and see that space again, huh?” He asks, trying to offer a small smile toward Nate, even if his emotions are suddenly now tumultuous at best. The space is figured out, marked with a small makeshift flag and an X of sorts etched into the space with a bit of charcoal and ash, a marker so they wouldn’t lose it when they return to it.

And after that, it’s simply just brainstorming the plan, the wings of the building and what would go inside them, what kind of protections the home would have within it, how gaudy Sunjata and Nate could make it without being overbearing or memory inducing.

— FIN <3
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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.


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