SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
His gaze focuses on their back as they retreat back toward their shrine, the mist enveloping the space between the two of them in a way that he can still see them through yet also obscures the distance ever so slightly. Enough that he can’t make out what it is they’re doing with the trinkets they’ve left on the bank, but he doesn’t focus on it all that much when they begin to speak.
Of course, he can’t help the snort that leaves him, the way his lips twitch in a crooked smile. “Of course. Just helping doesn’t conscript you into entering the haven.” He says with ease – shoulders relaxing a fraction as he moves to sit on the edge of the bank now, to dangle that one scarred and healed wing into the healing waters of Frey’s ever so slightly more, the pinch in his brow smoothing with the relief it brings.
He finds his gaze focusing on the mist now, rather than them, when the question is aired and it gives him some time to figure out the response he wants – the Flood having a streak of notoriety with miscommunication. And with as many near death experiences he’s had in the past few years? He hopes it at least somewhat makes sense that he might not be completely right up there. “I don’t have to.” Sunjata offers a hint carefully, tilting his head to the side to cast a glance back toward them. “Frey cares little about the war, only that life continues after. Had I stayed with Safrin I’d be forced onto the battlefield to fight the Ascended.” He lifts his left hand, the silver band on his ring finger glinting with the movement. “My husband is one of the demigod’s of the Voice. So as you can see, fighting in this war to defend the very gods that want my husband dead isn’t exactly what I wanted. Frey gave me the option of removing myself from the playing field.”
Of course, he can’t help the snort that leaves him, the way his lips twitch in a crooked smile. “Of course. Just helping doesn’t conscript you into entering the haven.” He says with ease – shoulders relaxing a fraction as he moves to sit on the edge of the bank now, to dangle that one scarred and healed wing into the healing waters of Frey’s ever so slightly more, the pinch in his brow smoothing with the relief it brings.
He finds his gaze focusing on the mist now, rather than them, when the question is aired and it gives him some time to figure out the response he wants – the Flood having a streak of notoriety with miscommunication. And with as many near death experiences he’s had in the past few years? He hopes it at least somewhat makes sense that he might not be completely right up there. “I don’t have to.” Sunjata offers a hint carefully, tilting his head to the side to cast a glance back toward them. “Frey cares little about the war, only that life continues after. Had I stayed with Safrin I’d be forced onto the battlefield to fight the Ascended.” He lifts his left hand, the silver band on his ring finger glinting with the movement. “My husband is one of the demigod’s of the Voice. So as you can see, fighting in this war to defend the very gods that want my husband dead isn’t exactly what I wanted. Frey gave me the option of removing myself from the playing field.”
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.
