Stubborn ass thing...
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In this scene, Mysterious is in his Optime form and is wearing his old worn down denim overalls with nothing underneath and a red bandana tied around his neck.



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Mysterious wasn't in a good mood right now... He stood there in the meadow with the sun sneaking a peek at the scene. He groaned and bribed his steed forward with an old carrot just about ready to lash out on the ass's face. His lips lifted up into a snarl as he growled, "What the hell are you doin'?" and began shaking the carrot rapidly for around three minutes and still having no effect on the donkey, Brutus as he calming just kept standing silently and blinking so slowly... Mysterious grabbed for a bottle of red wine and dumped around half of it into his mouth as he thought,"Why's he being like this now? Damn it!" He took another quick swig of the tangy beverage and threw the bottle out into the horizon.

He sprawled out on the grass and covered his eyes with his hands, anxiety began to pour out of his mouth in a long, low groan and he stretched his legs out a tad. At that moment his aching head began to ease up and his jaw loosened and the small man fell asleep right when the ass decided to take a few small steps toward Mysterious and looked out at the setting sun as if he were actually enjoying the pleasant view.

Mysterious Does "Mysterious speaks." Mysterious thinks.


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This should be interesting Tongue


One thing that Noss wasn't expecting that day was flying liquor. Nope, not even if Strel got piss-drunk, he would expect only flying furniture and needles. That day he was about, playing the impromptu border patrol if not only to familiarize himself further with the territory--which would take, oh, another two or three rounds before he was sure he wouldn't ever get lost--when said bottle crashed about three yards away from the grey warrior, shattering and causing Noss to shield his face with his arms by reflex and crouch low. Well, wouldn't anyone do that if such a thing had happened to them? Opening his eyes and looking in the direction of the projectile, he quirked a brow and, of course, decided to investigate. It would be poor judgement at the highest to just ignore such a thing, even if the direction had been coming from inside the territory to begin with.


He doubted that he was quiet as he approached who he suspected as the culprit, but really, it kinda surprised him. Rarely had Noss seen smaller dog-type luperci, and this one appeared a full two feet shorter than him standing, if not more by inches alone. He didn't appear to have any coyote or wolf blood in him at all by appearance--which was rare in itself--and yet he appeared to be a full-fledged adult, just a year or so under Noss in age, if not less. "Oi," he said gruffly, standing over the small dog, "you ever hear that throwing bottles is dangerous?" In all honesty, Noss wasn't in a particularly bad mood, he just always sounded rough and moody by nature.


Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.



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Mysterious awoke to a man older than himself spitting words that his mind was too lazy to unstand or reply to. He pawed furiously at his eyes trying to make his vision more clear. After a couple of minutes of silence, he finally spit out, "Ahh...Uhhh.. Wha-?" drunkenly and made a few failed attempts to stand up without falling back over. He had had a lot more bottles before his donkey had decided to not cooperate. He crawled over to Brutus and pulled himself onto the ass' back. After he did so, he threw his arms around Brutus, who didn't seem to care.

He looked over at the male who appeared to still be hovering him, waiting for a reply and he mumbled, "What? What are you waiting for, boy!? Can't you see I'm busy?!" carelessly and he held out a bottle of whiskey toward the man and added on, Just take it, I've got too much of it. in a lazier, but more awake tone.

Mysterious Does "Mysterious speaks." Mysterious thinks.


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