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[priestoftravel]

There's a dead priest plucking the strings of an acoustic guitar off beside the fireplace.
Nicholas Wolfwood hadn't played for a long time, and he had to kick the dust off that part of his mind. He recalled the last time he really played was for his kids at the orphanage, and it went a little something like...

How did it go again? Hell.

He started

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[underwater_owl]

It's his hit-woman's dead priest boyfriend! He doesn't know this. Right now, he's listening to the guitar with a grin.

"You're good."

[priestoftravel]

"Nah, not so much." Nicholas replied, grinning a bit wryly, "The kids seemed to like it though."

He looked up, "Could get better, now that I've got the time."

[underwater_owl]

"Could indeed. And here are careers to be had in music. I work at a nightclub."

Among other things.

[priestoftravel]

"That's something I don't think I could handle just yet, my largest audience ever was a bunch of kids." He chuckled, "Usually, I just stick to spreading the Good Word and keeping an idiot out of trouble. Well, not the last one anymore, kinda hard to do when he's on one side of the wall, and I'm stuck on this one."

He strummed out a blues riff before pausing and offering a hand, "Nicholas D. Wolfwood." He introduced.