you were forged in fire // and you rose from the ashes
murder and mercy rolled into one
The peace to the midnight air is fine enough, a gentle sort of warmth that radiates and almost seems to vibrate against the feeling and quiet roar of the waves hitting the docks. That is, until there’s that shriek, that shrill sound that he does hear – whether it’s because the doors are open to alleviate the heat from earlier or the fact of the earring in his ear, it’s hard to tell. All he knows is that there’s a sound of someone screaming, and it’s his job to investigate.
And investigate he does.
He finds the source of the sound, a hand at his side and hovering over the daggers, unsure of what he’s about to find. Some sort of instinct comes over from his days in Korofi, focused too heavily on the fact that he has daggers instead of guns to peer into the buildings with, but the motions remain the same. He hovers on the outside of the window, peering in briefly to spy all that he’s dealing with.
All he can see so far is about four people within, holding one at knife point while the others continue to try and pilfer things. They’re not ones he recognizes, not ones he’s seen off and on hanging around Jack and the rest of them. It seems… Out of the blue, and on a night like this nonetheless? Quietly, at least as quietly as he can, he dips into the open door, lingering toward the shadows and trying his best to remain unseen.
And investigate he does.
He finds the source of the sound, a hand at his side and hovering over the daggers, unsure of what he’s about to find. Some sort of instinct comes over from his days in Korofi, focused too heavily on the fact that he has daggers instead of guns to peer into the buildings with, but the motions remain the same. He hovers on the outside of the window, peering in briefly to spy all that he’s dealing with.
All he can see so far is about four people within, holding one at knife point while the others continue to try and pilfer things. They’re not ones he recognizes, not ones he’s seen off and on hanging around Jack and the rest of them. It seems… Out of the blue, and on a night like this nonetheless? Quietly, at least as quietly as he can, he dips into the open door, lingering toward the shadows and trying his best to remain unseen.
which way is up?
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.
