right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
He isn’t surprised when a voice calls out to him, but he is surprised at the attempt at stalking toward him, as if it would intimidate him in the least. He sets the jewelry down, drawing up to his full height again and turns to face the young Ascended with the raise of a brow, casting a glance along him before he looks back down the street toward the VlamVloed. This kid must be new.
“Sunjata.” He replies, head tilting a fraction – as much as the bandages will allow, that is. “Who are you?” His words are thickly accented, and he waits for Nikolai’s response. Perhaps the kid’s heard of him – most people have by now, whether good or bad. But regardless, if nothing else, he is the one that made the VlamVloed, the one that owned it for quite a time before Torchline called him to her.
And he’s also the Flood.
“Sunjata.” He replies, head tilting a fraction – as much as the bandages will allow, that is. “Who are you?” His words are thickly accented, and he waits for Nikolai’s response. Perhaps the kid’s heard of him – most people have by now, whether good or bad. But regardless, if nothing else, he is the one that made the VlamVloed, the one that owned it for quite a time before Torchline called him to her.
And he’s also the Flood.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
