"...Yeah, that was real weird," Navaan said, looking at the goo in fascination.
One of the chickens from the kickline drew closer. "Was that not what you expected to happen?"
Navaan shook her head. "Nope! I figured, that by throwing a fake death at a fake necromancer, it would act like a real death, and kill her."
"But wait," the chicken said. "Wouldn't the fake necromancer be able to control the fake death because it would be a real death?" She looked confused, counting on her wing feathers while she did complex math in her head.
"Okay, I actually didn't think about it that hard," Navaan confessed. "I just wanted to see what she'd look like naked." The chicken appeared nonplussed by this explanation. Navaan appeared nonchalant. "Let's go rejoin the kickline."
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One of the chickens from the kickline drew closer. "Was that not what you expected to happen?"
Navaan shook her head. "Nope! I figured, that by throwing a fake death at a fake necromancer, it would act like a real death, and kill her."
"But wait," the chicken said. "Wouldn't the fake necromancer be able to control the fake death because it would be a real death?" She looked confused, counting on her wing feathers while she did complex math in her head.
"Okay, I actually didn't think about it that hard," Navaan confessed. "I just wanted to see what she'd look like naked." The chicken appeared nonplussed by this explanation. Navaan appeared nonchalant. "Let's go rejoin the kickline."
Finally. Something they could both agree one.
"One...two...three...KICK!"