SUNJATA
the flood
holding back the flood,
in this skyscraper town
Keen eyes spy the crossbow that Darkeye reaches for and Sunjata taps into his attuned half of his stillness, waiting until Darkeye registers who it is. Thankfully it doesn’t take long and the smile is reciprocated, Sunjata’s shoulders relaxing as he drifts closer now that that’s out of the way. Still, the more Darkeye mentions Frey as she, the more Sunjata has to remember his god’s abilities, realizing a few heartbeats belatedly who exactly the dwarf is referring to.
“I am one of their demigods, yes.” Sunjata responds easily, shrugging out of the jacket beneath the outer coat he’s worn, revealing a short sleeve shirt, one arm covered in wave tattoos while the other’s covered in pale lightning scars. He leans over the small desk, peering down to see the plans, head cocking to the side as he regards it. “Yeah, I can help. Just tell me what you need from me.” Sunjata was more of a handyman than a professional in any of the tasks he set himself out on, but he honestly prefers it that way.
“I am one of their demigods, yes.” Sunjata responds easily, shrugging out of the jacket beneath the outer coat he’s worn, revealing a short sleeve shirt, one arm covered in wave tattoos while the other’s covered in pale lightning scars. He leans over the small desk, peering down to see the plans, head cocking to the side as he regards it. “Yeah, I can help. Just tell me what you need from me.” Sunjata was more of a handyman than a professional in any of the tasks he set himself out on, but he honestly prefers it that way.
you gave all that sweat and blood,
now you think you're gonna drown
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.
