Cotl had celebrated it before, with his brother and his friends, and had a big party within Cotl's den before the master came in and broke it up, getting mad about the amount of smoke and weed that was in the den and forcing every one out. Cotl hated master for ruining his 4/20 but this year, this year it was going to be much different. Cotl had started early, his jar broken out at about sunrise and him smoking out of his mushroom bong and fogging out the stables to share with his steed. It wasn't like Cotl hadn't done it a million times before. Today had he fogged it out twice or so before he got on the steed's back and left the stable.
Cotl laid on his steed's back, guitar in hand, his face in his gas mask, lighter in his wrist band so he wouldn't lose the damn thing while he played his guitar. The steed had been going at a brisk trot for the majority of the trip, making it go a lot faster that it would have been if they were leisurely walking along. The ivory fingers had been dancing along the strings of the guitar, skill obviously being able to be seen. The male was an artist, he was good at things like this. He hadn't played his guitar in some time, since his left hand had been injured, and since he had been preoccupied with the war. The black guitar with the painted skull (that he painted himself might I add, since he had this guitar since he was in Germany) had collected dust in it's corner, Cotl sometimes moving it and figiting with it because he would have the urge to play but his hand would tell him that it was too hard, or business called and he would need to depart from the mansion or whatever his stupid excuses were.
Cotl was stringing on his guitar, picking it rather quickly, in the manner he had heard on some metal CDs that him and Kansas had picked out. Kanny had also given him the CD player in exchange for a piercing. He didn't have the same strings on the guitar he had though. He wondered how they got the strength behind the music sometimes. He knew it had something to do with machines. He just didn't know how to make it like that. Cassius probably knew. Before long, Cotl was riding into Halifax, the clopping of the steed's hooves littering the abandoned streets as they rode on. Maschine let out a small nicked as Cotl had bounced up for a second, seeing someone out of the corner of his eye down one of the streets.
NYEH. the sound came from his throat as he had quickly grabbed the reigns and turned the horse around and then down the street that they had passed. Cotl had gotten the steed to come to a brisk trot down the street when the Imaginifer noticed that he did know one of the fellows that were in the middle of the street on some couches. He pulled the reigns back to come to a halt before the men and he smiled from under his gas mask. He unclipped the mask and removed it from his face. He shot a nod to Anselm. Happy 4/20, Anselm, -Mann. Ich kann see dat you are celebrating as vell. Care to add ein third? he addressed the male he did not know as mann, the German word for man. Cotl dismounted from his steed and he had jumped over onto one of the couches.
De namen ist Cotl Ulrich. Inferni Imaginifer. he spoke to the other male as he twitched his shoulder before nodded to the grey male in a greeting.