ic contact. elliot nightray!

[ferventknight]

You've reached Elliot Nightray. If you couldn't tell, you're unable to get a hold of me for right now so leave a message and I'll get back to you.

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[action.] you shut your mouth do you need to be disciplined

[goldilocked.livejournal.com]

Probably something stronger.

[He laughs.] I kid, I kid. Halfway.

[action.] sorry old man i'm not into that

[ferventknight.livejournal.com]

What do you mean halfway?!

[action.] I'M NOT OLD /punches

[goldilocked.livejournal.com]

Nothing, nothing.

[Handwave~] When will you be free for it? [It's just a little before noon, so it might be too hot to spar.]

[action.] oh my god rude /punches back

[ferventknight.livejournal.com]

[Yeah whatever. Rolling his eyes now with a sigh.]

I usually have nothing to do, so I'm free whenever you're ready to lose. [smug face is smug.]

[action.] /KICKS AT?!

[goldilocked.livejournal.com]

[Wow he will wipe that smile off your face, tiny.]

We'll see, Sir Nightray. [He pauses thoughtfully.] Meet me here, tomorrow at four o' clock in the afternoon. I'll procure practise swords from somewhere.

[action.] /STRANGLES?!

[ferventknight.livejournal.com]

[He'd like to see you try, okok.]

That sounds find to me. Just don't think I'll go down easily.

[action.] well at least my head's intact (unsure)

[goldilocked.livejournal.com]

We'll see, dear.

[He shoos him off, then, but.]

If you ever do speak to Glen again— please don't think too harshly of him.

[voicemail];

[cadaverdaddy.livejournal.com]

_{heeeheheheee~} Dearest Elliot~ seems you're not here for me to talk to. Such a shame, after all, you do still owe me that piano recital from Christmas~ ^tchsssss~

But I must thank you so completely, Little Sir Nightray, for such fun and interesting guests you have bestowed on me of late~ It is quite the task to keep leakage to a minimum in such a gentlemen as he, but aaaah Such is the beauty of my work~

And such is the beauty of yours~ _tiiihihihii~

Do take care, dear Elliot, and do not hesitate to call for me~

[call back!] IS IT A GOOD IDEA TO CALL BACK

[ferventknight.livejournal.com]

[After this message, Elliot is really on edge.. It took him about ten minutes to even make the call in the first place; Undertaker was near the top of his 'people to avoid' list.

..but the fact that he called him with this confusing statement wasn't helping the Nightray calm his nerves.

..Maybe he should hang up now and ignore it.]

[cadaverdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Undertaker picks up after the first few rings. He knows it's Elliot, and is oh so pleased.]

Yessss~?

[ferventknight.livejournal.com]

[Keep calm, Elliot..

That doesn't calm the chill running down his spine as he hears the voice. He isn't pleased at all.]

What the hell was that voicemail about!?

[cadaverdaddy.livejournal.com]

What do you believe it to be about~? _{haahahahahaaa~}

[ferventknight.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't be asking if I knew, now would I?!

[cadaverdaddy.livejournal.com]

Of course not~ but guessing games are much more fun, don't you think? [A hissing snicker.]

[ferventknight.livejournal.com]

Like hell they are!

[Temper is lost.]

Explain yourself now, you creep!

[cadaverdaddy.livejournal.com]

I was thanking you, in my message~ [Just a small bit of information.]

[ferventknight.livejournal.com]

You have nothing to thank me for!

[cadaverdaddy.livejournal.com]

Of course I do. You've given me some wonderful and challenging guests~

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[Weeeeelp. It's definitely past 8:00. And Gilbert has been gone all morning, visiting the police station without Elliot.

And now he's knocking on his door...

--and then taking at least two steps back just in case Elliot opens it swinging either his fists or a sword.]

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[ferventknight.livejournal.com]

[Oh...

..Now you come. And he's guessing where you went and Elliot isn't happy about it. Hearing the knock, he could only guess who it was.

Cue his brow automatically furrowing in anger. He doesn't even open the door. He'll just walk up to it and respond from there.]

What?

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...Elliot? Ah. Will you come out here and talk to me?

[You can hear the pout in his voice. >:]

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[ferventknight.livejournal.com]

[Since when did Elliot care about that now, okay? He's pissed because you were gone and he knows why.

Ready to hear the scorn in his voice? Welp.]

So now you come to me.

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[Ouch. Scorn burns, man.]

Better...late than never?

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[ferventknight.livejournal.com]

[Those words don't mean anything, okay? But he's opening the door fully, standing with that usual pissed off look in the doorway.

No words. Just staring.]

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[retraced]

[...Gulp.

And, cautiously:]

I...got the kid's name. And learned a little about his family. Can we sit somewhere and discuss it...?

[Without violence? Please? >:]