SUNJATA
the flood
Perhaps he has an in with the Voice due to his marriage or the shifts he’s given to the Ascended over the years. Either way, it’s been with caution that he’s always approached the Voice, uncertainty but trust because his husband trusted her. And if that led him astray, well, then so be it. “Hm. Fair enough.” He murmurs over the unpleasantness of the conversation, lifting the cocoa to his lips to take a sip as Darkeye continues.
He, too, waits until Darkeye is done, brows pinching together as muscles continue to feather in his jaw at the switch from suggestions and advice into Maea. But he takes a long deep breath and makes no point to mention the navy feathers that appear through the short hair at the base if his neck and travel down beneath his scarf. “I trust Frey to protect us the same as they said they would protect me.” He murmurs, starting at the top and working his way down. “As for taking care of people, I was the Governor of Torchline for a time and in the world I came from I was an officer and a leader of a resistance that formed to take down an oppressive government.” He pauses, unsure how much information to offer on that topic but sure that Darkeye would ask for specifics if he wanted them.
He does lean forward to look at the book, though, scanning all the information laid out, before his steel gaze lifts toward Darkeye again. “I can ask Frey but I’m unsure if I can adjust my deal with them again.” But he would try, solely for the sake that he said he had. “The issue is that the safe haven will be hidden. From everyone. Quite literally in hiding from it and if Frey’s word is true, then nothing should be able to get to us.” At least that covers it as far as Ronin and Remi are concerned, in his eyes.
“I know Ronin and Remi. I also know that Ronin wouldn’t allow retribution to be taken on innocents.” And as for Remi? Well, Sunjata wasn’t sure. It may have been a dream, but the Lullaby had still killed him. Had made it feel real. Had been part of the reason that the Flood wasn’t quite right in the head.
As for Maea? He drains the rest of his cocoa and leans back, working his jaw. “Maea and I were in a relationship a while ago. We… Got into an argument about our compatibility I guess. I pushed her away because I knew that she wasn’t going to be happy with me or the things I wanted. And then she died, shortly after, in a ghost whale hunt.” He levels his steel gaze with Darkeye. “I regretted it, of course. But what was done was done and the one person that took me off that ledge was Nate. He… saved my life more times than I can count. And when Maea came back she just expected everything to go back to normal between us and it wasn’t. I was already married to Nate at that point. I’d gotten past what had happened between her and I.” He shrugs a shoulder, shakes his head. “I don’t… Really know the full extent of the issues between her and Nate but I do know that Maea was the one who attempted to burn down his clinic when we lived in Torchline. It’s part of the reason I stepped down from governing and part of the reason why we left.” He doesn’t know how much Darkeye knows, but he does lean forward, face carefully schooled into his old mask, waiting for him to speak more.
He, too, waits until Darkeye is done, brows pinching together as muscles continue to feather in his jaw at the switch from suggestions and advice into Maea. But he takes a long deep breath and makes no point to mention the navy feathers that appear through the short hair at the base if his neck and travel down beneath his scarf. “I trust Frey to protect us the same as they said they would protect me.” He murmurs, starting at the top and working his way down. “As for taking care of people, I was the Governor of Torchline for a time and in the world I came from I was an officer and a leader of a resistance that formed to take down an oppressive government.” He pauses, unsure how much information to offer on that topic but sure that Darkeye would ask for specifics if he wanted them.
He does lean forward to look at the book, though, scanning all the information laid out, before his steel gaze lifts toward Darkeye again. “I can ask Frey but I’m unsure if I can adjust my deal with them again.” But he would try, solely for the sake that he said he had. “The issue is that the safe haven will be hidden. From everyone. Quite literally in hiding from it and if Frey’s word is true, then nothing should be able to get to us.” At least that covers it as far as Ronin and Remi are concerned, in his eyes.
“I know Ronin and Remi. I also know that Ronin wouldn’t allow retribution to be taken on innocents.” And as for Remi? Well, Sunjata wasn’t sure. It may have been a dream, but the Lullaby had still killed him. Had made it feel real. Had been part of the reason that the Flood wasn’t quite right in the head.
As for Maea? He drains the rest of his cocoa and leans back, working his jaw. “Maea and I were in a relationship a while ago. We… Got into an argument about our compatibility I guess. I pushed her away because I knew that she wasn’t going to be happy with me or the things I wanted. And then she died, shortly after, in a ghost whale hunt.” He levels his steel gaze with Darkeye. “I regretted it, of course. But what was done was done and the one person that took me off that ledge was Nate. He… saved my life more times than I can count. And when Maea came back she just expected everything to go back to normal between us and it wasn’t. I was already married to Nate at that point. I’d gotten past what had happened between her and I.” He shrugs a shoulder, shakes his head. “I don’t… Really know the full extent of the issues between her and Nate but I do know that Maea was the one who attempted to burn down his clinic when we lived in Torchline. It’s part of the reason I stepped down from governing and part of the reason why we left.” He doesn’t know how much Darkeye knows, but he does lean forward, face carefully schooled into his old mask, waiting for him to speak more.
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.
