all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
The gourds that Oliver tries to bowl away do exactly as intended. It collides with three others and topples them down as Sunjata pushes a few more away. But they come drifting in again, a surge and a wave of more — bolstering the already decent amount that begins to filter in. Sighing audibly, Sunjata reaches out to one of the cows used to haul items in, aiming to have it run down the alley and take out as many gourds as it can.
Meanwhile, Oliver’s voice hits him and he turns back, still compelling the cow down the alley. “Mm, well. Feel a bit like it but otherwise okay. How’ve you been?” He asks with a slight raise of his brow, hand coming up to rub against the marks left at his neck and shoulder, absentmindedly. The arm connected to the hand covered in swirling black waves with galaxies within it, tattooed dark against his skin.
Meanwhile, Oliver’s voice hits him and he turns back, still compelling the cow down the alley. “Mm, well. Feel a bit like it but otherwise okay. How’ve you been?” He asks with a slight raise of his brow, hand coming up to rub against the marks left at his neck and shoulder, absentmindedly. The arm connected to the hand covered in swirling black waves with galaxies within it, tattooed dark against his skin.
SUNJATA
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.
