SuNJATA
the flood
“Oh.” He huffs, lips quirking briefly before his shoulders are rising and falling. His attention remains on Jack, though, and he does cut himself off when the hand raises, drawing silent to listen. And it’s so simple of a response that he can’t help but to internally cringe at how difficult he always seemed to make it be. So he nods slowly, leaning back into the couch with a hand that tears through his hair.
As for handling him? He needs to be able to get over the fear that man instilled in him. At this point, though, with Nate gone (and the following events of the mob at his home) he thinks he could manage it. It’s a heavy breath that slips from his lips before he’s leaning forward and bracing his elbows on his knees. “Yes.” He admits. If not for the sheer strength of himself, he’s got all those shifts in his skin that he knows his father couldn’t prevent. He’d be able to take him down one way or another.
It’s the only way he’d be able to get any sanity back, to be able to repair the destruction to his name his father has caused here in Torchline.
As for handling him? He needs to be able to get over the fear that man instilled in him. At this point, though, with Nate gone (and the following events of the mob at his home) he thinks he could manage it. It’s a heavy breath that slips from his lips before he’s leaning forward and bracing his elbows on his knees. “Yes.” He admits. If not for the sheer strength of himself, he’s got all those shifts in his skin that he knows his father couldn’t prevent. He’d be able to take him down one way or another.
It’s the only way he’d be able to get any sanity back, to be able to repair the destruction to his name his father has caused here in Torchline.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
