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[charming_jerk]

i have some questions

1. how many people out there are musicians

2. would anyone be interested in playing in a band

3. is there even enough good instruments in this hellhole for us to form a real rock band

All i got is my acoustic guitar. I'd sell a kidney for a good working electric guitar and amp, but i can live with this. i can sing too, depending on the music. i don't write it b/c i'm shitty with lyrics and stuff but i know enough other songs it'll make your head spin. i'm the king of cover songs. but if the instruments are out there and you're interested get back to me. my name's johnny. idk it might be a stupid idea but i'm bored here a lot and didn't really know any other musicians back home so it might be cool to chill with some here. collaborate. stuff like that. we might even be able to get some gigs around town. i play at Nora Cafe and a few other places if you're interested in hearing what i can do, first.

but yeah get back to me i guess

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[This is a thing he's strangely insecure asking about. Don't mind him. But, if you do want to come hear him play, and talk in person rather than text him back? Stop by the NORA cafe or one of the bars in town some night when he's playing. He's actually pretty good! He's a fiercely fast player, and his voice is best suited to the hard rock and punk covers he sings - low and gravelly. Once he's done his set, he stops to grab a drink. Care to join?]

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[charming_jerk]

Good. Don't join those dickbags. Half of 'em ain't even real cops, just people they recruited who now got a swelled head about bein' a "cop". [He's had enough run-ins with them now, too, that he'd rather not be friends with any of them.] And your teachers sounded like some real dickbags, too.

[demonbloodblade]

Not really my place, no. I might find myself fighting some of them for their actions, if it was bad enough. Some of the barristers they have seem to have an opinion of how wonderful they are enough for seven people and a dog.

[She thinks, a moment.] The teachers tended to be cloistered, spending their lives inside the churches and the cathedrals, more reading and teaching than seeing the outside world. They didn't understand that liturgy and writ give direction, but that the world was more complex than that. So I was a troublemaker and a rabblerouser, and meanwhile half the people I grew up with became paladins. And most of them were known for their mercy instead of their rigid nature, so... [She shrugs.]

Mercy's harder than judgement. Forgiveness is harder than anger. And I'm just a fighter, sitting in a bar with a friend while he's between sets, enjoying the company.

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny grins, and raises up his beer mug. Cheers!]

I hear that. A toast to the rabblerousers.