Drunken adventures that Soyata.... will not remember!(Open)

Soyata was standing in the courtyard downing what looked to be an alcoholic beverage in the middle of the courtyard. It was indeed alcohol, and if you'd look to the nearest tree, you'd see about eight bottles fully drank behind it, and then one added as soon as he downed the final one. He yawned. The scene was quite the scene. A man in black pants, shirtless, with his staff. It's just something you don't see everyday.

He looked up to the sky. A full moon. Wonderfully beautiful, and wonderful as the sky was clear and he had no reason to worry about rain. Rain sucked. well. It fell, but it still sucked!

"I wonder if anyone would be up for a duel at this time of night!"

More a challenge then a question, he leaned on his staff for support. He had fought drunk before, but he had not fought hunters drunk before. Hunters were a whole new ball game to fight drunk and that excited a drunk Soyata.

"OtherwiseImightget bored." Most of those words came out right after another, the curse of being moderately drunk after about eight bottles of alcohol.

He had to wonder who would come.

"Oi. I hear you complaingwhydon'tyoucomeovere'ereandcomplainmissy." So obviously drunk Soyata was, he himself would think it pitiful. Not that he'd remember. He sat down, his staff supporting his weight. He was honestly willing to lean a helping hand, but there was also the fact that drunk Soyata knew no bounds, and was bound to accidentally say something super offensive.

His words often cut much deeper then he wanted them to, but hey, it's the cost of having a silver tongue. It was a blessing and a curse. It was ruff. He couldn't be known to not cut people down with words because of the fact that he held his gift so elegantly. It also helped that if words did not work, it'd make him seem like a brute when he resorted to using brute force and beating you with his staff, also known as an over-sized stick but he liked his life and couldn't complain about it.