SUNJATA
He had felt another string attached to those internal parts of him that he reaches for to shift and change, and on this day he’d been at the Slagveld — testing things out, the shifts he’s acquired because there wasn’t anything better to do at the present moment. So when Remi enters the bar, Sunjata’s slunk against one of the posts of the ring, coiled up in black and bronze, forked tongue darting out toward him.
Dark eyes scan over the Alchemist as his name is uttered, slithering closer briefly along the sand, hood flattening. Remi. He rumbles half in greeting, moving to shift to himself — leaning against the boxing ring with only a few traces left of that new shift. “You look like hell.” He offers, though he doesn’t look much better than that.
“What’s up?” He asks, head tilting to the side, wondering what the Governor was looking to do here today.
Dark eyes scan over the Alchemist as his name is uttered, slithering closer briefly along the sand, hood flattening. Remi. He rumbles half in greeting, moving to shift to himself — leaning against the boxing ring with only a few traces left of that new shift. “You look like hell.” He offers, though he doesn’t look much better than that.
“What’s up?” He asks, head tilting to the side, wondering what the Governor was looking to do here today.
we were young, dumb, taking our chance and making romance and breaking our promises
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
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.
