SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
Perhaps he shouldn’t find their words amusing, but the mention of having no place in the war certainly has a small snort leaving the Flood. An agreement of sorts, that he too didn’t have a place in this war. “I had a place once.” He admits, flashing them a wink. “It’s basically how Frey got me to agree to being theirs.” A shoulder (and wing) rise and fall in a shrug, a small crooked smirk of amusement tugs on the twisted scar of his lip.
He notices somewhat the way they seem to peek back at the water now and again, but he makes no mention of telling them that they can get back in if it suits them. Instead, he simply peers up at the masked face, steel gaze scanning the skull over and over as he tries to make himself seem less of a threat. “I’m glad that you agree.” After all, he’d been Attuned long before he was a demigod, having a connection to the wildlife everywhere he went. It’s a sensation he’s nearly forgotten about now, but one that misses so sharply it’s like a sliver in his fingers he can’t pluck out, a stinging sharp pain for a few seconds before he forgets again.
“I need to get a few people together to help me work the land and make it into something that can host all that we require of it. Setting it up, as it were. Perhaps I might be able to speak to this Darkeye and get him to come along with?” Perhaps it would do well to have them both there at the same time.
He notices somewhat the way they seem to peek back at the water now and again, but he makes no mention of telling them that they can get back in if it suits them. Instead, he simply peers up at the masked face, steel gaze scanning the skull over and over as he tries to make himself seem less of a threat. “I’m glad that you agree.” After all, he’d been Attuned long before he was a demigod, having a connection to the wildlife everywhere he went. It’s a sensation he’s nearly forgotten about now, but one that misses so sharply it’s like a sliver in his fingers he can’t pluck out, a stinging sharp pain for a few seconds before he forgets again.
“I need to get a few people together to help me work the land and make it into something that can host all that we require of it. Setting it up, as it were. Perhaps I might be able to speak to this Darkeye and get him to come along with?” Perhaps it would do well to have them both there at the same time.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
