may we dance until it rains, may we drink to hide our shame. we're all pretty when we die
The feline sits and wraps her tail around herself, drawing her posture up higher and Sunjata’s own head and … Sort of torso? Follow suit, lifting to better view the feline and the posture she takes. There’s a hum of amusement sent down the bond toward her at the comment of doing both – figuring that it’s definitely true and perhaps maybe he was trying to cover his ass for being so surprised she was here. Still, the cobra’s head tilts curiously at the mention of her staying here for LongNight. Are you and more Grounders coming? Or just you for a vacation? He sends over with a bit of wry amusement.
But the question of what he’s been up to almost feels loaded in a sense. He’s been up to a lot of things, really. And the cobra’s hood flares a small amount, black scales gleaming in the sunset-light as he considers her, forked tongue poking out once more. Helped save the city from a volcanic eruption, tried to run for governor, became the Arbiter instead. He sends the feeling akin to shoulders shrugging with that before his head tilts toward the lighthouse. I basically enforce the laws. It’s not like it seems so fancy, really, more challenging than anything with the hotheaded lot of the Torchers. And what have you been up to? He asks, returning his attention to her, wondering if she’d managed to turn in Frey’s quest and if the deity had sent her off on another.
But the question of what he’s been up to almost feels loaded in a sense. He’s been up to a lot of things, really. And the cobra’s hood flares a small amount, black scales gleaming in the sunset-light as he considers her, forked tongue poking out once more. Helped save the city from a volcanic eruption, tried to run for governor, became the Arbiter instead. He sends the feeling akin to shoulders shrugging with that before his head tilts toward the lighthouse. I basically enforce the laws. It’s not like it seems so fancy, really, more challenging than anything with the hotheaded lot of the Torchers. And what have you been up to? He asks, returning his attention to her, wondering if she’d managed to turn in Frey’s quest and if the deity had sent her off on another.
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.
