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
The call from outside the door has Sunjata remaining in place, the picture perfect image of ease and calm despite that predatory edge that underlines everything. Armor plated scales remain along his neck and his shoulders, but his arms remain free, Safrin’s tattoos still on display.
He idly drags on the cigarette as Neos returns, Sunjata eventually leaning forward to flick some ash into the ashtray on his desk as he regards the other attuned, watching Neos’ bowed head. He plants his elbows on the desk as he leans forward, wings flaring along the edges of the chair with the movement. “That’s a common thing here.” He offers with a shrug, flicking a bit more ash into the ashtray.
“If that’s all you’ve come to talk to me about then I imagine our business is done?” His gaze remains trained on Neos, a dark brow raising slightly to see if it was all there was.
He idly drags on the cigarette as Neos returns, Sunjata eventually leaning forward to flick some ash into the ashtray on his desk as he regards the other attuned, watching Neos’ bowed head. He plants his elbows on the desk as he leans forward, wings flaring along the edges of the chair with the movement. “That’s a common thing here.” He offers with a shrug, flicking a bit more ash into the ashtray.
“If that’s all you’ve come to talk to me about then I imagine our business is done?” His gaze remains trained on Neos, a dark brow raising slightly to see if it was all there was.
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.
