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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[Well, time to run again, through the mud and the grass and the rain towards the other side of the house while rubbing at the bump on his head.]

We're not talking until you calm down!

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[ferventknight]

[He's running that same path you did, not even caring if he slips here or there in the mud.

WHO NEEDS SHOES? NOT ELLIOT NIGHTRAY.]

Well, I'm not calming down until we talk!

[And he's throwing another rock he had in his hand. His last one, anyway. You're not safe until you're face first on the ground.

And not even then.]

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[OWOWOWOWOWOW! WHAT'S WITH THE ROCKS THAT'S TOO PAINFUL!]

Damn it! STOP THROWING ROCKS AT ME--!

[...And this is the point where he makes too sharp of a turn around the corner of the building, slips on a wet patch of grass, and his feet fly up over his head so that he can land face-first down in the mud. Secretly, he knows he deserves this.]

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[ferventknight]

[And when that happens, the next thing Gilbert might see is Elliot Nightray flying through the air for pretty much a full body tackle onto his brother.

And grabbing his hair and shoving his face right into the mud.]

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Mmm-mmph?!

[That would be Gilbert pleading for Elliot to get off of him. Brother, he's had enough. >':]

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[ferventknight]

[He doesn't think you've had enough. Ever.

But he'll let go of your head before you pass out or something.]

Explain yourself, Gilbert!

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Mpphpaah!

[OH THANK GOD A DEEP BREATH OF AIR AND NOT MUD.]

W-what else is there to explain?!

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[ferventknight]

How could you let him do such a thing!?

[CAN WE SAY HEAD-LOCK ANYONE]

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[NO NOT A HEAD-LOCK. CHOKING AGAIN.]

I-I-I-I didn't mean for it to happen! Vincent caught me by surprise!

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[ferventknight]

[He is not letting go. DO YOU WANT THIS OR MUD?]

You're pathetic, you know that?! How have you survived this long in life, Gilbert?! I would really like to know!

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[...Okay, you're right, this is still better than mud.]

Elliot can you please let me go....?! I'm sorry!

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[ferventknight]

[After a few more second, he'll let go and move off of Gilbert.

He's still so very mad though.]

Sorry won't cut it, Gilbert!

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[Coughsputtercough!

He sits up and slumps back down in the mud, soaked hair falling into his eyes.]

Elliot, I was...

[No, he can't make excuses for himself, nor is he willing to make excuses for Vincent on Leo's behalf. He was only acting as the servant to 'Glen Baskerville'.]

Look...I got a new mirror. I can re-contract now.