the sea speaks a little more honestly
He is quite lucky, all things considered, that the sitter had decided to give him time to binge. It made sense in Torchline, after all, and with his job done with checking on the Slagveld and the clinic, with his time with Maeve over, he debates whether or not he plans to actually leave and go spend a bit of time among the monsoons, to feel the storm a bit more intensely. But there’s another nagging thought at the idea of him actually seeing what the Halenani had to offer, given the fact he was no longer barred from it.
So why not indulge a bit longer, then? He finds the bar and nabs a few drinks, downing them with ease until he feels lighter than he has in what feels like weeks. There’s a buzzing in his veins from the alcohol and Sunjata can’t help but to let a bit of his partial shift loose — comfortable if not a bit unprepared for the rain that awaits outside, so armor plates begin to latch themselves along his shoulders, up his neck, heading through the airy room toward the entrance (so he thinks, he truly doesn’t know where he’s going), but he scans the room anyway as he walks through it, spies a few of the workers throughout, gaze lingering on a couple of them until he spies Thomas on the couch. His gaze lingers a fraction longer before he focuses on the slow, slightly drunk walk he takes back toward the opposite entrance to indulge in the storms.
So why not indulge a bit longer, then? He finds the bar and nabs a few drinks, downing them with ease until he feels lighter than he has in what feels like weeks. There’s a buzzing in his veins from the alcohol and Sunjata can’t help but to let a bit of his partial shift loose — comfortable if not a bit unprepared for the rain that awaits outside, so armor plates begin to latch themselves along his shoulders, up his neck, heading through the airy room toward the entrance (so he thinks, he truly doesn’t know where he’s going), but he scans the room anyway as he walks through it, spies a few of the workers throughout, gaze lingering on a couple of them until he spies Thomas on the couch. His gaze lingers a fraction longer before he focuses on the slow, slightly drunk walk he takes back toward the opposite entrance to indulge in the storms.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
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.
