SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
He thinks he looks fine enough when he’s put himself together. But here? In the comfort of his own home? He can fall apart as he wishes. And fall apart he does. But all he can do right now is peer at Jack through narrowed steel, letting those protective parts of him lash out and leave small tendrils behind as he starts to deflate, feathers flickering down his neck beneath fading bruises and covering part of his chest to fill out his tattoos. “Of course you do.” He says instead of the multitude of things he wants to say; things like, scouting the world from a ship would do it, being a native torcher would do it, basically being anything but what the Flood is would do it.
But he draws silent instead, picturing how that fight would go, knowing that it wouldn’t end up well on Jack’s end nor on his own either. And he sighs. He drags from the cigarette again, before moving away from the window to put the smoke out and gesture for Jack to follow him into the governing wing. It’s up on the second floor, the room well worked in with books scattered about the desk and notes upon notes written in his sharp, legible handwriting. “You can tell them I’m tired because I’ve been working. I can’t exactly go out there and tell them I’m tired because I’m seeing shit that isn’t there.” His gaze lifts to the captain now as he rounds to the otherside of his desk, taking a seat and pushing papers around. Diagrams of how to go about enacting the quest Safrin had put them on, books and books of monsoon history and beaches and pollination littered about.
“I don’t know what else I can do.” He offers, leaning back in his chair and peering up at Jack, wherever he’s decided to go.
But he draws silent instead, picturing how that fight would go, knowing that it wouldn’t end up well on Jack’s end nor on his own either. And he sighs. He drags from the cigarette again, before moving away from the window to put the smoke out and gesture for Jack to follow him into the governing wing. It’s up on the second floor, the room well worked in with books scattered about the desk and notes upon notes written in his sharp, legible handwriting. “You can tell them I’m tired because I’ve been working. I can’t exactly go out there and tell them I’m tired because I’m seeing shit that isn’t there.” His gaze lifts to the captain now as he rounds to the otherside of his desk, taking a seat and pushing papers around. Diagrams of how to go about enacting the quest Safrin had put them on, books and books of monsoon history and beaches and pollination littered about.
“I don’t know what else I can do.” He offers, leaning back in his chair and peering up at Jack, wherever he’s decided to go.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
