SUNJATA
the flood
He nods as she says he’d probably see her there in Torchline, Sunjata sitting back in the chair puffing on a smoke and letting the smoke curl around his nose and his lips before he fully exhales again. “I don’t have a bar there but I do have a boxing ring.” Flashing her a small grin, he shrugs his shoulders. “The Hanged Man is pretty good though, for what it’s worth.” So what if he was partial to his own bars? He had two of them, after all.
As for Halo, though, he can’t help but to let a quiet laugh rumble through him. “I do have a bar in Halo like this one though. It’s called the Kraai. So if you do venture to Halo I suppose there’s still a piece of home.” Offering a wink, he downs the rest of his glass before taking another drag from the cigarette, letting it hang in his lips as he leans forward. “Do you want another?”
As for Halo, though, he can’t help but to let a quiet laugh rumble through him. “I do have a bar in Halo like this one though. It’s called the Kraai. So if you do venture to Halo I suppose there’s still a piece of home.” Offering a wink, he downs the rest of his glass before taking another drag from the cigarette, letting it hang in his lips as he leans forward. “Do you want another?”
i can tell just what you want // you don't want to be alone
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.
