SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
“Mmm, well, I do try.” Sunjata remarks easily in regards to giving as good as he gets in the boxing ring. “Should drop by some time, I think you might enjoy it.” He offers her with another playfully roguish smirk. Little would he know that it would be taking a back seat in the future – with more scars and far more pain and worry than what Sunjata could imagine. But when he was back on his feet again? He’s unsure what could stop him from the boxing ring again.
As it was now, however, he reaches into himself for that attunedness, to compel the bees away from them as Sunjata remains standing nearby, peering at the hive, trying to ensure he’d distracted them enough. All it really took was finding the queen and getting her to take a quick little vacation. They could come back to it, he doesn’t care, but for the moment it’ll keep the bees settled enough to not start stinging the ever living shit out of them.
He remains idly by, shoving his hands into his pockets, peering at Iris while her assistant worked. His steel gaze lingers on her, a huff of a laugh leaving him as she details out the things he could possibly do. “I could. Though for some reason I haven’t done it yet.” His shoulders shrug, his amusement shifting to something more mischievous. “I got a few encantados to summon a storm to attack the sea panther recently.” Though he doesn’t admit that the endeavor with that lead to the lightning scars on his body.
As it was now, however, he reaches into himself for that attunedness, to compel the bees away from them as Sunjata remains standing nearby, peering at the hive, trying to ensure he’d distracted them enough. All it really took was finding the queen and getting her to take a quick little vacation. They could come back to it, he doesn’t care, but for the moment it’ll keep the bees settled enough to not start stinging the ever living shit out of them.
He remains idly by, shoving his hands into his pockets, peering at Iris while her assistant worked. His steel gaze lingers on her, a huff of a laugh leaving him as she details out the things he could possibly do. “I could. Though for some reason I haven’t done it yet.” His shoulders shrug, his amusement shifting to something more mischievous. “I got a few encantados to summon a storm to attack the sea panther recently.” Though he doesn’t admit that the endeavor with that lead to the lightning scars on his body.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
