SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
“She’s the herald of Vi, the god of life.” He rumbles, considering his words carefully. “I’ve done quite a few things for her.” Rebuilt shrines, an entire temple, did whatever she’d asked and she had rewarded him immensely for it. But as Aurelia questions whether or not he had felt different, he bobs his head in a small nod. “She reached into me, straight through my chest and it felt like she was holding my soul. She changed it, changed me, and when she withdrew her hand I was a bird.” The very same that he’d shown to Aurelia when he had departed to get the drinks.
But he draws silent again, debating between adding more information for her when he notices the tone of her voice, the shift. His brows furrow and his playful smile drops immediately. His memory flickers through what she’d told him, of her past and what she’d dealt with, what she had become from there. And his leg drops from where it’s propped so he can lean forward, elbows sat on his knees as he turns his head toward her. “It feels different. Like… There’s this chamber or a well inside you. That’s how it feels for me.” He shrugs lightly. “The more time that goes on the more that chamber starts to sort of… disappear. The more my shifts change my mood or make me react differently.” He pauses to take a sip from his glass.
“You could always ask a god too, I’m sure they’d know.” He was pretty certain he was Accepted when he’d arrived and nothing had happened, no shifts or magic, so it wasn’t all that surprising to him that he’d been able to attune. But that was different from Aurelia, that similar feeling of nothingness maybe a point to be made, but, it was hard to say how truthful it was without a definitive answer. But it still doesn’t help her downcast tone, her attempts at humor as it falls flat. “It’s okay if you do or you don’t.” It’s unclear if he means asking the gods or whether she has magic or shifts she doesn’t know about.
But he draws silent again, debating between adding more information for her when he notices the tone of her voice, the shift. His brows furrow and his playful smile drops immediately. His memory flickers through what she’d told him, of her past and what she’d dealt with, what she had become from there. And his leg drops from where it’s propped so he can lean forward, elbows sat on his knees as he turns his head toward her. “It feels different. Like… There’s this chamber or a well inside you. That’s how it feels for me.” He shrugs lightly. “The more time that goes on the more that chamber starts to sort of… disappear. The more my shifts change my mood or make me react differently.” He pauses to take a sip from his glass.
“You could always ask a god too, I’m sure they’d know.” He was pretty certain he was Accepted when he’d arrived and nothing had happened, no shifts or magic, so it wasn’t all that surprising to him that he’d been able to attune. But that was different from Aurelia, that similar feeling of nothingness maybe a point to be made, but, it was hard to say how truthful it was without a definitive answer. But it still doesn’t help her downcast tone, her attempts at humor as it falls flat. “It’s okay if you do or you don’t.” It’s unclear if he means asking the gods or whether she has magic or shifts she doesn’t know about.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
