SUNJATA
the flood
“I apologize for the misinterpretation.” Sunjata responds swiftly, realizing the error a few moments after that Darkeye’s plan was far more steadfast than he had originally imagined. However, when it comes to how Darkeye knows that Sunjata was there for the Stormbreak attack, the Flood can’t do much more other than snort, a soft sound leaving his lips as he shakes his head. “The Ascended can take shifts and use them whenever, even share the shifts amongst themselves.” A shoulder rises and falls. “I was in Torchline. You can ask the Queen there.” As for Sunjata becoming Nate’s shadow, well, it does amuse him a fair amount. “If I were there, I wouldn’t have let Ronin keep Nate’s body.” He hadn’t even known Nate didn’t make it out until a week later.
A torturous week, truthfully.
The shift toward Safrin has him shaking his head again, though, something a bit more somber crossing his face, lips twitching at the insinuation. “I doubt she would try again. She made her point.” And as far as Sunjata’s concerned, that was really what Safrin was about. Making points, manipulating, but never quite giving in completely. “The people who come with me will be protected by Frey. I would imagine if Safrin chose to attack us that Frey would ensure our safety.” After all, Frey had been the one that convinced Sunjata to betray Safrin anyway.
Frustration does continue to bubble, though, the edge of scales forming on his skin that peek out from under his collar, hands twisting in the fabric of the scarf a bit more as he lets his gaze linger on Darkeye. “I cannot be everywhere. Nor am I the kind of leader that has my hands in everything at every given waking moment. In Torchline, if an issue was raised to me then I dealt with it. Until then? It was between the parties affected. In this case, it’s between Nate and Maea. I don’t see how I’m involved in it aside from the fact I know both of them.” Because again, he doesn’t understand what had happened. He doesn’t know the reason for the argument they’d had that evidently Maea had complaints with.
“Again, Darkeye, I am not my husband’s keeper. You can warn him if you like. And if Maea has an issue she can come and speak to me about it herself. But the last I heard from her we had agreed to try and start over.” His hands loosen in the fabric of the scarf, smoothing it out with a lightning scarred thumb, steel gaze scanning Darkeye’s face before drifting away to a few people who walk by.
A torturous week, truthfully.
The shift toward Safrin has him shaking his head again, though, something a bit more somber crossing his face, lips twitching at the insinuation. “I doubt she would try again. She made her point.” And as far as Sunjata’s concerned, that was really what Safrin was about. Making points, manipulating, but never quite giving in completely. “The people who come with me will be protected by Frey. I would imagine if Safrin chose to attack us that Frey would ensure our safety.” After all, Frey had been the one that convinced Sunjata to betray Safrin anyway.
Frustration does continue to bubble, though, the edge of scales forming on his skin that peek out from under his collar, hands twisting in the fabric of the scarf a bit more as he lets his gaze linger on Darkeye. “I cannot be everywhere. Nor am I the kind of leader that has my hands in everything at every given waking moment. In Torchline, if an issue was raised to me then I dealt with it. Until then? It was between the parties affected. In this case, it’s between Nate and Maea. I don’t see how I’m involved in it aside from the fact I know both of them.” Because again, he doesn’t understand what had happened. He doesn’t know the reason for the argument they’d had that evidently Maea had complaints with.
“Again, Darkeye, I am not my husband’s keeper. You can warn him if you like. And if Maea has an issue she can come and speak to me about it herself. But the last I heard from her we had agreed to try and start over.” His hands loosen in the fabric of the scarf, smoothing it out with a lightning scarred thumb, steel gaze scanning Darkeye’s face before drifting away to a few people who walk by.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
