i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
He pulls out his bag of holding, drawing out a bite to eat and an empty cup that he fills with his own water magic, creating it from essentially thin air as he ‘pours’ it into the cup. He lifts it to his lips, taking down the entirety of it, and reaches back in the bag for a pack of cigarettes and matches, lighting it and taking a deep inhale, before the demigod stands amongst the water lined ‘sea’ squinting against the reflection trying to pinpoint exactly where to go.
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.