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WARNING This thread contains: strong language and drug usage starting with the 2nd post. Reader discretion is advised.


Figured they could run into each other in the mansion and get to talking about ink. Hope that works. +3


After the fire, it seemed as if Silas was never going to get the smell of burning flora and ash out of his system. Though the fire had not reached the mansion and the coyotes inside didn’t have to relocate, the Russian had been having dreams about the fire licking at the edge of D’Neville. Since the boy had grown up by the ocean, fire had never been a plague he had had to face before. Now that it had been set intentionally to tear the ground out from underneath Inferni, it seemed as if the malicious idea just wouldn’t leave Silas. His nights were troubled by dreams of the fire reaching the second floor, and Silas unable to bring himself to get out of bed and avoid the inferno.

But it was a useless fear and he felt cowardly in mentioning it to anyone for advice. He couldn’t imagine what Rurik would say in response, and didn’t want either Liliya or Anatoliy to know what bothered him. Time, Silas assumed, would be the only cure. Eventually, the smell of smoke would seep away from his nose and his mind would find new things to worry about. Until then, Silas would deal with his irrational fear.

As he came into the mansion, Silas could tell that he wasn’t the only one home. Up above, movement was heard as clawed feet scuffled along the second story floor. Whether or not it was Halo, Silas couldn’t be sure. As he began to climb the stairs, however, the smell of smoke reached him. It wasn’t the same smell of the burning lands from weeks before, yet the sweet smell of cannabis in the air. It reminded him of the pack of cigarettes he had stashed in his room, though he knew it wasn’t the same. Still, Silas couldn’t help the flair of anxiety that rolled in his gut as the fog of smoke seemed to billow from the hallway.


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Totally cool man. It'd be the best place to find him xD ; +5


Cotl had been in his room, smoking out of his gas mask after a day of doing all he needed to. He had checked his traps, taken care of Maschine, and went ahead and did a lap around the western part of the Inferni border. The day had been rather uneventful, him only finding a few rabbits that were trapped within his traps and then finding the borders empty of trespassers, or Dahlian wolves that just couldn't get over the fact that the war was over. He had his back against the wall that his bed leaned against, and his eyes were closed behind the lens' of the gas mask. It was almost like he was meditating. He was just high though. The male let out a NYEH sound though, the urge unbearable and uncontrollable.

The fire of the junkyard had barely affected him. He wasn't worried about how it could have easily been the mansion that set ablaze. When he did think about it, he laughed. Why would he laugh? Well, because the male's room would more than likely explode if there was fire around. The spray paint cans and the papers and other flammable things made Cotl's room like a mine. All it needed was the fire and you have yourself an exploding room. Cotl wasn't afraid of fire, for he had been one of the ones to go out and set ablaze the Dahlian packlands. Cotl had been part of the crew taken over there and he had been the only other one setting shit on fire besides Gabriel. The others, well, they were there to stand there and look pretty he supposed. Cotl gave a high giggle as he thought about that fire engulfing the Dahlian bodies.

He struck the lighter and pulled it to the bowl at the end of the mask and he covered the carb and lit the marijuana that was packed within the bowl. He inhaled deeply, letting the carb and stem fill with smoke before he would let go of the carb and take a second breath in to catch the smoke. He let some of the smoke out from his mouth so he would be able to clear the rest of the mask, and he cleared it before his audits caught the sound of something outside of his door. His head cocked at the door. Who could this be? He knew that Halo wasn't around today, so who would be here? The footsteps were too heavy for Cassius, or Marik as well. He got up from his bed and moved to the door. He opened it and looked out of it. Eyes caught the sight of a beast that he had seen at the meetings, but never knew who he was. Pierced brow cocked and his hand went to the mask and he took it off. Who are you? the male asked, his neck twitching to the right as he looked at the other male. Cotl tried to think if he had even heard the brute talk at any point in time, and he couldn't place a voice at all, so Cotl had been almost completely clueless to who this brute was.

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Sweet. I'm glad Silas is finaly getting to meet some people. :3


He climbed the set of stairs on the opposite side of the mansion from his own room, though it didn’t mean much. Silas hesitated when he came to the top of the stairs, inhaling the scent that had set his stomach turning. That sweet smoke beckoned him and for a moment he thought about wandering further down the hallway to investigate, but then, decided against it. He wasn’t sure exactly who it was that lived on that side of the second floor, but he figured maybe it wasn’t best to impose on someone else’s space. After all, Silas himself seemed to get cranky whenever a foot passed by his room and disturbed his sleep.

Yet, before Silas had the chance to wander away from that hallway and skirt down his own corridor, a door opened and a golden frame peered out. Silas had seen the man before in passing, but had yet to actually meet him. The chance meeting took him a bit by surprise, but the Russian felt comfortable enough within the mansion. "Silas," he replied, studying the gas man that Cotl had removed and now held in his hands. It looked terrifying somehow, yet extremely intriguing. He wondered just what exactly he was using it for. "Agata," he added as an afterthought, letting his gaze travel back to the man’s face. "Vhat’s your name?"



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xD Cotl could use the exposure as well; +


Silas the name rang out. Left ear twitched at the sound of the name hitting his ear. He cocked his head to the sound of the male. Agata he added on. The rust male stepped completely out of the room to face the other. The male's name was interesting enough. He'd heard some weird names, but nothing like the male's own. The other went on to ask what his own name is. Cotl's ears both shot forward at the sound of the male's accent. He was similar to his own, but it did sound somewhat different from the way he would say the sentence. Cotl's tail wagged gently, though his maw showed no change in emotion. Sprechen sie Deutsch?-SCHEISS- the male asked, wondering if the male was perhaps from Germany, or any other German speaking countries that were around. A german obsenity was added at the end, not on purpose of course, just part of him being a twitchy bastard.

Ich bin Cotl Ulrich. Imaginifer auf Inferni. the male introduced himself. Cotl nodded his head lightly but cleared his throat harshly as he had looked back up to the chocolate and coal male that stood in front of him. I saw you at de meetings, but Ich never knew du. It ist nice to meet you. the male spoke, being on his best behavior. Also rather talkative because he was high already. Vant some-FICK- smoke? the male twitched and gave a NYEH sound as he held out the gas mask to the male in offer to smoke out of it.


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The words that came tumbling from the golden male were unfamiliar and for a moment Silas was unsure of what to say. "Не понимаю", he mumbled to himself, raising an eyebrow at the other in search of some clarification. It was obvious that Cotl too had a mother tongue that was not that of the natives here, but it was not the sounds of the Russians that Silas heard. Instead, the words came out harsh and unfamiliar, but most likely some foreign neighbor. Yet the male’s next words were slightly more comprehensible. Picking them apart, Silas concluded that his name was Cotl Ulrich and his rank among the clan was Imaginifer. Not so hard, once he took a second to decipher; unaware his situation must have been much the same for those few unfortunate souls to have spoke with Silas when he had first stepped off the ship.

"Da, I ‘ave seen you around here. Nice to meet you." Ever since Silas had spent more and more time amongst these English speaking hybrids, his speech had improved and his accent had lessened. However, there were still plenty of words and sounds Silas would cling to, but that was only old habits dying hard. His icy gaze traveled to the gas mask as Cotl held it out in offering. A mischievous grin stole his features when he realized it was some sort of smoking mechanism. "How does eet vork?" The boy was all ears, curious to find out more about Cotl and his gas mask just as long as he was willing to share.



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Ew, very short. Sorries >.<


The words that fell from the other's maw made no sense to him, and he shook his head. No. English it ist. him jumping to conclusions on one sentence was dumb, but he wasn't perfect. Plus, he didn't really give a shit at the moment. Too stoned. He gave a curt nod before the NYEH sound came from his throat and his shoulder twitched again. Da, I ‘ave seen you around here. Nice to meet you. the male spoke. Cotl nodded lightly and smiled politely. How does eet vork? the other asked about the gas mask. Cotl giggled lightly. Vell, you put it on your face, und make sure it suctions to your face. he started pausing for a second before continuing, within the pause being the NYEH sound that he had made before, it was not accompanied with a twitch of any sort. De bowl ist out here, and dis hole at de end of de tube would be de carb. the male spoke as he pointed to each of the parts of the mask. It ist just like hitting ein bong. the German spoke to the other male as he offered again.

Ich kann light if for you if you can't hold de carb and light it yourself. the male offered, nodding his stoned head lightly, a big, stupid grin on his face.


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No worries!


Silas had smoked cannabis before, but never from anything like this. It looked supremely intriguing and the young Russian was dying to see just how it worked. Before, Silas had snagged some of his father’s marijuana and smoked it by replacing the tobacco of one of his cigarettes. He was now familiar with the lighter that Razekiel had given him, and the one Cotl held looked very similar. It didn’t seem too hard to grasp.

"I vill try eet," he said, taking the gas mask now and securing it over his face. Through the lenses, Silas looked at Cotl and watched as he explained the various parts of the gasmask contraption. It didn’t seem to be too hard, though it was definitely a whole new experience. Even now, before the boy had lit the contents of the bowl, he felt as if he had drifted off into some other sense of the world. With the gasmask over his face, everything seemed different and new. Already he was loving this thing.

His hand reached out, finger blocking the carb and getting a feel for the contraption. "Da, vill you light eet for me?" The sound of his voice was muffled by the mask, but he was sure his accented words were still comprehensible. The Russian was sure he’d get the hang of using the gasmask after a few tries, but for the first time he figured some guidance couldn’t hurt.



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Sorry for wait. slight pp, hope you don't mind. +3


I vill try eet, the male spoke, taking the mask from Cotl and mounting it on his face. Cotl held a smile on his pierced maw. The look in the eyes of the other male as he looked at Cotl through the lenses was interesting to say the least, but Cotl could not identify the emotion the other was feeling simply by the eyes. He had never been that good at reading emotions, and he never would be. He could red a few looks, but not enough for him to recognize a look without the whole face in the picture. All you could see on this other male at the moment was his eyes.

Da, vill you light eet for me? the male asked. Cotl was happy to comply. -NYEH- Ja. a twitch was accompanied the sound he made as well as the simple German word that sounded like it would be english slang. Cotl held the lighter out to the end of the mask, and waited for the signal that the male was ready. Once that signal was given to the German, the male struck the lighter and held the fire up to the end of the bowl, flames engulfing the dried marijuana leaves, consuming them, and the smoke filtering down at the bottom before entering the mask. Cotl had removed the lighter from the bowl so the male could continue to hit it.

Cotl was stoned enough to be nice to the other male, plus, the male did try to be somewhat kind to the other members of Inferni, the Imaginifer not ever really picking a fight with anyone unless they blatantly disrespected him, or did something he didn't like. Cotl also was small, and even though he knew how to fight, and to fight well, it would be very hard for him to take down many of the other coyotes in the clan. The male in front of him was larger than the stout Imaginifer coy-dog, so he was no exception to this. His cold eyes narrowed on the male for a moment. Something was going on in that head of his. What it was? Random acts of violence.

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All is good. Sorry for the delay. +3


With the mask over his face, Silas felt almost as if he had been carried off to some other secret world. He had never experienced anything like this – nothing had ever obscured so much of his face before and it felt alien. He peered at the golden male through the lenses, grinning when he obliged the Russian. "Okay, vhenever you are ready," he told Cotl, adding a thumbs up – a gesture one of the Russo men in Sobirat'sya had often used. His gaze traveled from the Imaginifer’s face to his hands, as they brought the lighter to the bowl and set flame to the dried leaves. Here we go, Silas thought to himself.

After the bowl was lit, Cotl retracted the flame and the rest was up to Silas. The cherried contents glowed in the bowl as the Russian drew in, filling the contraption with smoke. When ready, the boy let his finger slip away from the carb and he inhaled the smoke filtering in from the bowl.

He couldn’t help himself to think of the other occupants of the mansion. The glowing red had reminded him and a strange swirl of emotion tumbled in his frame. He wasn’t sure why he had been so attracted in the first place. It was different than any times before or after. Something in the fiery red and cooling copper. The Russian just couldn’t find the words to explain himself.

Exhaling, the Russian could already feel the chemicals taking a hold of his body and mind. The release that came with the haze of marijuana was liberating and so the boy felt completely at ease by his new acquaintance. The mask he removed and handed back towards Cotl, knowing the one hit would be enough to give him the slight edge he wanted. After all, Cotl was generous enough to share in the first place – no need to be greedy. "Zhanks man. Eet’s amazing," he told him, grinning. "Vhere do you find eet?" The Russian was smart enough to realize that marijuana, along with his tobacco cigarettes, was a scarce commodity. If Cotl himself grew, Silas was sure he’d find ways to trade with him.




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it's cool. excuse my own wait.


Okay, vhenever you are ready the signal was taken and he lit the end of the bowl, waiting for the flames to engulf the whole bowl before letting the flame drain away from the bowl and retract back into the lighter. The male hit the mask like he had been hitting it forever. Cotl figured that the male had smoked many times before this, and knew how to hold his marijuana. The other inhaled the smoke and only moment later, the mask was being handed back to him. Cotl held it within his hand to a second, because the other had asked something. Zhanks man. Eet's amazing those were his words before he went on and spoke again, this time a question. Vhere do you find eet? the male asked. Cotl cleared his throat violently.

Die Marihuana oder die mask?-NYEH- Cotl asked, a pause before he continued. I got die herb from Anselm in trade for some ink, und die mask, I found in Halifax.-FUCKING SHITHEAD DIPSHIT- I learned about it a bit and modified vat I needed to so it vould be able to smoke out of. the Imaginifer had spoken to the other male. Cotl nodded his head lightly before he had turned back towards his room. Die hallvay ist awkward. Please, Komm mit mich. the male spoke, signaling his hand to the other male to get him to follow into the Imaginifer's graffiti-covered room.

The Imaginifer had moved within eye and ear shot of the other male, waiting for him every few paces as to not be rude and just disappear into his room. While he was walking though, he had mounted the mask back on his face and he had put the lighter to the bowl and lit the herb once again, hand over the carb and him slowly inhaling as he moved along, his audits moved towards his friend so that he could hear what the kid had to say.

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+3


Though Cotl’s appearance and the atmosphere around him seemed somewhat unsettling, it didn’t really put Silas off too much. Sure, his random outbursts of swearing was strange, as was his many piercings and tattoos, but overall Silas found him intriguing more than anything. Especially since Cotl had, so far, been anything but mean to the kid, he assumed he’d develop an actual liking for the guy. "Ehh, both I guess," Silas replied, not having considered where the other male had gotten his mask. Though, now that he had brought it up, it was kind of interesting to know where.

Anselm. Of course. He’d have to track the man down at some point and see if he could make a trade of his own. After all, it seemed what Cotl had was some pretty good shit and Silas didn’t have anyone else to turn to in order to secure his own stash. "Ink?" The word caught Silas' attention and his interest was instantly piqued. "You tattoo?" Silas had seen plently of people with tattoos, his father amongst them, and had been considering getting one himself. His only problem, of course, was finding someone to do it for him and being able to make a fair trade. Maybe if Cotl was willing, the two would be able to work something out.

"Sure." Silas trailed after Cotl, watching for a moment as he placed the mask back over his face. When the golden male went to lighting the bowl, Silas let his icy gaze travel the graffiti covered walls of Cotl’s room. It instantly reminded him of the painting Mati had agreed to do for Silas, and he was reminded that he still needed to pick something out and deliver some supplies to Crimson Dreams. With the war essentially over, it would be safe for her to visit him. "Vould you be eenterest in a trade?" Silas proposed, turning his gaze back onto Cotl whose face was still obscured by the black rubber mask and thick lenses.



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Word Count: 349 late..and short.


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Ink? the kid across from his asked. Cotl took a second too long to answer, his face within the mask and him taking a hit before unstrapping himself and passing the mask back to the other. You tattoo? the male asked while Cotl was passing it back to him. The rust male's neck twitched and he let a smile creep onto his face. Ja. It ist mein specialty-NYEH-. Mein job for Inferni. Imaginifer. the male spoke nodding his head almost aggressively. Ich know I twitch a lot, but mein hands are very steady. the male spoke, again nodding his head and explaining, though not going into detail because he never did like to bring up his problems and lay them out on the table for all to see. He'd rather let them assume what was wrong with him than for him to have to verbally explain what was wrong with himself. Not very many in Nova Scotia had asked him what was wrong though, which had been a relief, because the questions came from nowhere in Leipzig.

Sure. came from the boy as he followed Cotl to the room. When Cotl entered his room, he closed the door behind the other male. He then proceeded to go over to his bed and he sat down on the end of it. Vould you be eenterest in a trade? the other asked, Cotl looked over to the kid and almost lit up at the suggestion. The tattooist nodded his head enthusiastically as he had opened his mouth to speak. Ja! Ja! Vhat kann I do for ya? You have ein design und everyding? the male spoke, cocking his head lightly to the right. Have -FUCK SHIT- anyding to trade for it? the male asked the other, his throat clearing afterward. His eyes were pinned on the other male across from him, the red and blue of his eyes on the solid blue of the other male. Silas seemed to be cool, and since the male wanted to commission him, he was earning more and more cool points as he went along. Hopefully he had something good to trade.




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Silas had not ascended high enough into Inferni’s ranks to gain a rank that had a specific job. Rather, the young Russian was merely a foot soldier until he proved his worth for something greater. However, Silas didn’t really mind too much, as he was still young and trying to figure himself out. Once that happened, maybe then he’d know for sure where he was best suited among Inferni’s ranks. Cotl was handing the mask back to Silas, and the Russian was rather surprised. He didn’t expect the man to share any more with him, but he happily accepted. "Zhanks," he offered as he strapped the black rubber securely over his muzzle. As he lit the contents of the bowl, Silas went to thinking about a possible trade. He really didn’t have much for possessions.

When the smoke was cleared from the gasmask contraption, Silas removed it and handed it back to where Cotl sat situated on his bed. He was pleased to see that Cotl was definitely interested, and Silas finally had hope that maybe he’d be able to get the tattoo he’d been wanting for awhile. The design he had ripped away from some old human book and kept in his room for the right time. Perhaps now was it. The Russian exhaled, letting the smoke billow away from his muzzle to haze the Imaginifer’s room. "Da, een mine room." His cool blue gaze was traveling around Cotl’s room, finding interest in the things he kept there. It seemed as if you could learn a lot about a person just by noting the things they kept close to them. An ear flicked as Cotl spoke again, and Silas finally returned his icy gaze to meet the strange central heterochromia of Cotl’s. "I have zome zhings," Silas started, racking his brain for possessions the golden male would possibly be interested in. "I ‘ave zome Russian vodka, eef you drinker. And I ‘ave many, err, ceegarettes," and he shrugged. Aside from the Russian flag hanging in Silas’ room, the boy didn’t feel as if he had many possessions of significant worth. But perhaps if Cotl wasn’t interested in vodka or cigarettes, Silas would be able to scavenge something else for him in Halifax.




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In Character

His friend hit the mask again, this time taking the lighter for himself. Cotl didn't mind. Not in the slightest. It was just the look that Cotl had on his face that was of anger, or coldness. The male was a strange one, and sometimes he seemed to be angry or whatever and he was simply completely content. Cotl had a hard time expressing his emotions on his face, and only knew the looks of sadness, anger, coldness, and happiness. The happiness was the one he was working on still. The other emotions were the ones he always had back in Germany, and happiness was something that was completely new to the male. He'd first experienced happiness here, in Nova Scotia, when his brother had arrived on that boat. That was the first time he had experienced the happiness that was something that was starting to manifest within his breast. He didn't recognize it, nor did he openly welcome it because of his own issues with not knowing what the emotion was. All he knew was that it was a warm feeling in his chest, but it was different from anger. It was a pleasant warmness.

Once he was done hitting the mask, it was passed back to him, and Cotl proceeded to clean out the bowl that was now all ash, and he repacked it and mounted it on his face again. The other spoke of the trade, offering cigarettes (which Cotl was not interested much in because of the fact that he didn't like the smell that tobacco left on things) and vodka. Now, Vodka was very rare to come by both here and in Germany, and Russian Vodka was much much rarer. Cotl took interest in this, mainly because Cotl would never turn down a chance to get shitface drunk. He actually loved to get drunk and then screw some women. Cotl nodded his head as he lit the end of the bowl and inhaled the hit. He held his finger up to his friend for a second, telling him to hold on a minute while he was taking his hit off of the mask. After he was done, he unstrapped the device and handed it back to his friend. -NYEH- I'll do it for die Vodka. You have ein design? he asked the other male, cocking his head to the right, hand still holding the mask and lighter out to the other kid.

The male also cleared his throat and let the rest of the smoke flood from his lungs before he spoke again. -FUCKING COCK MONKEY BASTARDS- Vhen do you vant to have it done? he went on to ask the other male.



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As Cotl went about clearing the ash from the gasmask, Silas let his cool gaze wander the room some more. He studied the graffiti on the wall for some time, even as Cotl repacked the bowl and took another hit. Turning to face him, Silas noticed Cotl’s rasied finger and waited for the male to finish. When he was done and handed the gasmask back to Silas, the boy accepted with a grin. "Vonderful," he chimed, taking both the gasmask and lighter from Cotl’s palms. "Een mine room," he told Cotl, before strapping the mask over his own muzzle. He lit the contents of the bowl, inhaling the smoke that filtered into the rubber mask. When he was finished, he removed the mask and handed it back to Cotl, making sure he didn’t forget to pass the lighter back as well.

Moving towards the door, Silas leaned into the frame and turned to look back at Cotl. "Vhenever you can," he told the other male, the smoke billowing from his mouth and nose as he spoke. "I can go get eet from mine room and show you," he opened the door to leave, holding up one finger just as Cotl had done. "Be right back."

When the young Russian made it back to his room, he knew right where to go. Removing the torn page, he unfolded it and smoothed the creases in the paper. The image was something Silas couldn’t get enough of and he hoped the Cotl would be able to replicate it. Before heading back to Cotl’s room, Silas grabbed two bottles of Russian vodka. After the Imaginer was finished with his job, Silas figured he’d even give the man another bottle. Yet for now, he’d conserve what he had left. The third would be an incentive to finish the tattoo, he figured.

When he reentered Cotl’s room, Silas handed Cotl the page with his tattoo design. The bottles he set gently on the ground near Cotl’s bed, smiling as he took a seat on the floor. "Vhat do you zhink?" He asked, referring to the design.



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Table © Alaine
OOC: nyeh sorry for the wait. +5


The male told Cotl that him that he had the objects of question in his room. Of course. Cotl gladly handed the mask back to the other male, his neck not failing to twitch as he did so. The other strapped it over his muzzle and took a hit and again, handed it back to Cotl. Ivory mitt grabbed the mask and lighter before he noticed the other male going towards the door. He noticed the other leaning on the door. Cotl put the mask on his face again, the other explaining that he was going to go to his room to go get the design. Cotl had looked to the chair that was next to the bed. Him and Silas would have to trade spots. Cotl had done so, getting up from his seat and going over to the chair, positioning it to where he'd be able to comfortably work on the tattoo that he was just about to get to do. The male got a little excited since he was going to be able to do another clan member's tattoo. It'd seem that he was in good business here as well as back in Germany.

While the other male was away, Cotl had the mask on his face, and he walked around the room to get the bed ready for the other male to lay on while he worked on whatever body part he's planning on doing. The male shook his hands out a little bit, trying to get all of the twitches out of his body so he could work without fucking the piece up. He had steady hands normally, you could just say that him getting slightly antsy was just him and his tics. He was weird, an outcast, just overall different from everyone else, and that's what got him through the days. He had gotten his tattoo gun and his ink pallets out. He also got himself his shaving knife that he would use to clear the fur from the male's skin. When he had finished getting his stuff ready for himself and the other male, Silas had walked back in. Cotl rolled his shoulders as he sat down in his seat. Cotl took another hit off of his mask before taking it off and setting it to the side, behind the ink packets that were on the end table next to the bed.

The other male took a seat on the floor, and handed him the design that was on a piece of paper. Cotl looked at the complicated, yet amazing design. Cotl smiled lightly without even realizing it. His throat cleared roughly before he spoke. The other had also asked his opinion on it before Cotl had gone to speak. " It vill take hours to do, but it isn't anydhing dat I can't handle." the Imaginifer spoke to the male. " Vhere you vants it? -NYEH-Und ve kann start now if you like. I don't have anydhing else to do today." the male spoke, shrugging lightly as he spoke. " Ve might have-KRANKES ARSCHLOCH- to take ein few breaks. Die virst starts to hurt after avhile."




" Cotl is talking!"


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Upon reentering the room, Silas noticed that Cotl had taken his time alone to prepare his room for the task they were about to undertake. Seeing the ink and tattoo gun out and ready sent a swirl of emotion turning in Silas’ stomach, mostly a mix of excitement and anxiety. When he took a seat on the floor, he watched as Cotl scrutinized the drawing Silas had passed off to him. He was thrilled to hear that the fellow Infernian would be able to reproduce it.

With a broadening grin, Silas gestured toward his right arm; the tattoo would occupy the space just near his shoulder along his bicep. "I vas zhinking here," he told the man. Silas’ own father had a tattoo of a skull and crossbones, yet his was positioned over his left shoulder; it was where he had drawn the idea. "Now vorks fine, just tell me vhat to do." He rose from the floor, eager to get started, and moved over towards Cot’s bed. He’d wait for instructions on what the first step was, but he could already feel the anticipation building. He wondered how long he’d be able to sit before the pain would beckon them to take a break.

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In Character

It took the other little time to tell him where he wanted it. Silas had pointed to his shoulder. Cotl noticed that the piece seemed like it was made for the sole purpose to be drawn on the shoulder. A stoned grin was on his face as he looked at the design once more and he nodded his head at what the other had spoken to him. Silas then went on to say that them doing the tattoo right now would be fine with him. It would seem that neither of them had anything of other importance to do today, so now would be the most perfect time to do something. Cotl nodded his head again and let out a NYEH sound from his throat. Dat ist fine vith me. the male spoke, looking around the room to make sure everything was in order one last time before the other would stand up, eager it seemed, to get started. Cotl too was eager and he pointed to the bed. Sit. commanded the Imaginifer as he picked up his shaving razor. He looked at the razor in his hand while he waited for the other to sit down. Actually, Lay on your stomach. the male spoke to the other. Once Silas had done so, Cotl had scooted the chair closer to the bed and he took the razor in one hand, and the other male's arm in the other. With a deep breath, Cotl took the razor to his friend's arm and he started to shave the male's shoulder. Du need to makes sure you keep dis as clean as du kann,-BITCHFACE- you hear? the male asked, his neck twitching(his arms still when it happened) and he cleared his throat.

And with these words, Cotl began to shave the male's arm, once finished, he cleaned the skin with some rubbing alcohol and then he started to tattoo.


ENDING: Cotl finishes the tattoo after four or five smoke breaks and whatnot and within a 5 hour period. When Cotl finishes, he and Silas talk for a little bit and then part ways after Silas gives Cotl his last bottle of vodka.


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