SUNJATA
the flood
Sunjata knows absolutely nothing of what’s happened between Neron and whatever other attack – too engrossed in the task he’s been given by Frey and figuring out a life in the Grounds for the time being. He can’t comment on it without knowing what had occurred or what had supposedly occurred. Yet, he’s taken by surprise at the mention of Darkeye not liking Maeve, the idea of it sparking a soft laugh to break the tension. “Ah.” He hums unhelpfully, lips twisting into a small amused smile. “Her and I have spent some time together.” Maeve had been in love with him at a point in their history, but that’s neither here nor there.
He does believe Darkeye’s right in the fact he’d have faced the same fate as Nate. Only, the Flood wasn’t immortal like the Lone Ranger was. He’d have fully been gone at that point.
“I was hoping to get your help in creating part of it. It’s going to take time but I need to get a group together to start preparing the land for living there without any magic or anything.” He says with a soft huff, all the air slipping out of his sails from the frustration, the conversation shifting easily.
As for Maea, he takes a long slow inhale, exhales it out through his nose as he draws up his posture a bit. “I will seek her out, then, when we’re done here. I was hoping to ask her to help with the safe haven as well anyway…” His steel gaze flickers over Darkeye’s face, wondering if that would be a peace treaty between them on the subject of the Ascended woman.
He does believe Darkeye’s right in the fact he’d have faced the same fate as Nate. Only, the Flood wasn’t immortal like the Lone Ranger was. He’d have fully been gone at that point.
“I was hoping to get your help in creating part of it. It’s going to take time but I need to get a group together to start preparing the land for living there without any magic or anything.” He says with a soft huff, all the air slipping out of his sails from the frustration, the conversation shifting easily.
As for Maea, he takes a long slow inhale, exhales it out through his nose as he draws up his posture a bit. “I will seek her out, then, when we’re done here. I was hoping to ask her to help with the safe haven as well anyway…” His steel gaze flickers over Darkeye’s face, wondering if that would be a peace treaty between them on the subject of the Ascended woman.
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.
