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.

Comments

[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.