Post by Elpharae on May 7, 2016 22:17:34 GMT
Elpharae tied his hair back in a high, sleek ponytail, his current favorite way to keep his hair up, and tapped out a message to all the members of Elysian, inviting them to join him in a hunting party in the Timberline. His fingers flew over the holographic keyboard hovering in front of him as he typed, his fingers pausing before pressing on each key. He stepped as he walked, wearing his armor, his other hand on his rapier as he broke through the crowds of Port Noir.
Good morning.
This is Elpharae. I was wondering whether you would be willing to join me in a guild hunting party in the Timberline. I will be waiting on the edges of the Timberline if any of you are interested.
-Elpharae-
He sighed. He had sounded so formal in the message, but it didn't seem like he could do anything about it. The brunet merely sent off the message and walked on, his barefoot feet sliding against the cobblestone of the streets. There was no need to be in a rush, after all. The crossdressing boy then headed to the Timberline, sighing as he massaged his temple with his fingers to ward off an unexpected headache. When he had reached the Timberline at long last, he took a seat on a handy rock.
The brunet sat on the rock, swinging his legs lightly as he waited for the others to appear. He would give them...fifteen minutes, give or take. He hummed in his throat, and waited for anyone to appear, a hand on his rapier as he unsheathed it and inspected the blade in his boredom. Waiting was one of the things he had never been good at. The boy sighed and stood on his feet once he spotted a figure in the distance, which was almost certainly one of his guild mates.
Good morning.
This is Elpharae. I was wondering whether you would be willing to join me in a guild hunting party in the Timberline. I will be waiting on the edges of the Timberline if any of you are interested.
-Elpharae-
He sighed. He had sounded so formal in the message, but it didn't seem like he could do anything about it. The brunet merely sent off the message and walked on, his barefoot feet sliding against the cobblestone of the streets. There was no need to be in a rush, after all. The crossdressing boy then headed to the Timberline, sighing as he massaged his temple with his fingers to ward off an unexpected headache. When he had reached the Timberline at long last, he took a seat on a handy rock.
The brunet sat on the rock, swinging his legs lightly as he waited for the others to appear. He would give them...fifteen minutes, give or take. He hummed in his throat, and waited for anyone to appear, a hand on his rapier as he unsheathed it and inspected the blade in his boredom. Waiting was one of the things he had never been good at. The boy sighed and stood on his feet once he spotted a figure in the distance, which was almost certainly one of his guild mates.