SuNJATA
the flood
Nate’s probably going to kick his ass for being here. But here he is, anyway.
Especially when he hears the booming voice of a stranger, one that he thinks he may have vaguely heard before at the start of Flowerbirth. Regardless, the Flood arrives, with no humor and no understanding revealed on his face. All that’s there is a quiet twitch of the scarred half of his lips, edging toward a frown, edging toward a sneer as the man continues and Sunjata brushes past Nate with his shoulder, a slight edge of an apology glanced over toward him before his focus is entirely on Gideon.
He looks pretty shitty in comparison, yellow bruising haloing the worst of the injuries as they begin to heal, hair grown longer and pulled back, a sleeveless shirt with arms that are crossed while he listens after Nate’s outburst, watching as Mabel from the edge throws stones, watches as Raza defends the people of Torchline and it goes wide.
It’s the spirit, though.
“An Ascended is working in our government as a healer. I suggest you get your facts straight.” He calls out at first, his voice hoarse and a touch painful with his recovery from inhaling the Prince’s acidic gas. But he steps forward, steel gaze focused sharply on the Priest, step after step until he peers up at the wall that the man stands upon. “Also, if there was an attack on Torchline’s soil, I’d prefer to have heard about it rather than have you spew your bullshit, penalizing an entire race based on the actions of a few. How do we even know you're telling the truth?” He calls up, shifting into his bat shift until he’s atop the wall as well, shifting back into himself and gets into Gideon’s space – recognizing him yet still not recognizing that this was the Gideon he’d heard so much about.
“Be a smart man and get the fuck out of Torchline before I make you leave.”
Especially when he hears the booming voice of a stranger, one that he thinks he may have vaguely heard before at the start of Flowerbirth. Regardless, the Flood arrives, with no humor and no understanding revealed on his face. All that’s there is a quiet twitch of the scarred half of his lips, edging toward a frown, edging toward a sneer as the man continues and Sunjata brushes past Nate with his shoulder, a slight edge of an apology glanced over toward him before his focus is entirely on Gideon.
He looks pretty shitty in comparison, yellow bruising haloing the worst of the injuries as they begin to heal, hair grown longer and pulled back, a sleeveless shirt with arms that are crossed while he listens after Nate’s outburst, watching as Mabel from the edge throws stones, watches as Raza defends the people of Torchline and it goes wide.
It’s the spirit, though.
“An Ascended is working in our government as a healer. I suggest you get your facts straight.” He calls out at first, his voice hoarse and a touch painful with his recovery from inhaling the Prince’s acidic gas. But he steps forward, steel gaze focused sharply on the Priest, step after step until he peers up at the wall that the man stands upon. “Also, if there was an attack on Torchline’s soil, I’d prefer to have heard about it rather than have you spew your bullshit, penalizing an entire race based on the actions of a few. How do we even know you're telling the truth?” He calls up, shifting into his bat shift until he’s atop the wall as well, shifting back into himself and gets into Gideon’s space – recognizing him yet still not recognizing that this was the Gideon he’d heard so much about.
“Be a smart man and get the fuck out of Torchline before I make you leave.”
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.
