SuNjATA
the flood
Her suggestion, followed by a laugh, is mirrored by a quiet hum of a chuckle of his own, a shrug of his shoulders, the dip of his head. “I’ve got quite the array, not sure how I can go about preparing another one.” He offers a bit unhelpfully, hands clenching and unclenching in small fists as he keeps himself warmed up, keeps the blood pumping through his fingers. “I mostly meant the shitty punching bag.” But he supposes her idea is a good one too, one that he tries not to delve too much on given his current one sided drama with his goddess.
Regardless, he asks how long she’s been waiting and she informs him it’s been three and a half shifts long and he thinks back to all the shifts he’d used, fully on display for her to view without realizing it. He hums, a sort of ‘ah, I see’ kind of sound, before the question and awe seeps into her voice and he takes up a position to strike the makeshift punching bag of a tree again, still in his human form. “Honestly? It feels powerful.” But it also felt weak in a way that he knows he relies on them so heavily. “Each shift having their own perks, their own temperaments, their own cons.” He strikes twice at the tree, before stepping back to cast a glance back at the stranger.
“Are you Attuned?” He asks curiously, unable to help himself from asking the question.
Regardless, he asks how long she’s been waiting and she informs him it’s been three and a half shifts long and he thinks back to all the shifts he’d used, fully on display for her to view without realizing it. He hums, a sort of ‘ah, I see’ kind of sound, before the question and awe seeps into her voice and he takes up a position to strike the makeshift punching bag of a tree again, still in his human form. “Honestly? It feels powerful.” But it also felt weak in a way that he knows he relies on them so heavily. “Each shift having their own perks, their own temperaments, their own cons.” He strikes twice at the tree, before stepping back to cast a glance back at the stranger.
“Are you Attuned?” He asks curiously, unable to help himself from asking the question.
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
