Elliot Nightray (
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[action.] sorry old man i'm not into that
ferventknight.livejournal.com
2011-03-28 02:55 pm (UTC)
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What do you mean
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[action.] I'M NOT OLD /punches
goldilocked.livejournal.com
2011-03-28 02:59 pm (UTC)
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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
2011-03-28 03:02 pm (UTC)
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[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
2011-03-28 03:05 pm (UTC)
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[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
2011-03-28 03:14 pm (UTC)
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[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
2011-03-28 03:18 pm (UTC)
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We'll
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[He shoos him off, then, but.]
If you ever do speak to Glen again— please don't think too harshly of him.
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[action.] sorry old man i'm not into that
[action.] I'M NOT OLD /punches
[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
I usually have nothing to do, so I'm free whenever you're ready to lose. [smug face is smug.]
[action.] /KICKS AT?!
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?!
That sounds find to me. Just don't think I'll go down easily.
[action.] well at least my head's intact (unsure)
[He shoos him off, then, but.]
If you ever do speak to Glen again— please don't think too harshly of him.