this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Maybe," Niki repeats in an exaggerated (and very poor) attempt at Sunjata, the necromancer left laughing at his own attempts as the lounge slips away for good and semi-familiar flooring and hallways appear. "D'you not get dizzy all the way up here?" he wonders. Granted, Niki's view is absolutely skewed by the positioning right now, but the point remains - does Sunjata not suffer from regular nosebleeds at this altitude?
"Well good job," he says, patting the other man's back again at the confirmation that he tries his best to smell good. "The whisky an' smoke I expected, but the sandalwood's a nice touch."
As for wherever they might be and how his legs are, at first Niki replies with a bright thumbs up that the other man won't see due to their positioning. He follows it, cryptically, with a cheerful, "What legs?" Which should tell Sunjata everything he needs to about the necromancer's current state.
"Well good job," he says, patting the other man's back again at the confirmation that he tries his best to smell good. "The whisky an' smoke I expected, but the sandalwood's a nice touch."
As for wherever they might be and how his legs are, at first Niki replies with a bright thumbs up that the other man won't see due to their positioning. He follows it, cryptically, with a cheerful, "What legs?" Which should tell Sunjata everything he needs to about the necromancer's current state.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
