[someone who has no mind for combat or strength training at the moment, that's for sure.
it's a sprawling, flat space covered in yellow and orange flowers, surrounded by the smoky, chilly backdrop of ice-capped mountains. the sights are nice enough, but even in a virtual world things aren't too terribly perfect, so the way Jericho's guitar rings out doesn't quite fit the scene's acoustics.
not that most anybody would know; how many people know what music sounds like at that elevation?
the one who does is trying very hard to not focus on that, and is seated with his back turned to the interloper. notes are plucked pointedly, like someone trying to articulate every syllable to be heard. it makes less of a melody and more of a monologue of the notes; there's a lot in his head he's trying to get out.]
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it's a sprawling, flat space covered in yellow and orange flowers, surrounded by the smoky, chilly backdrop of ice-capped mountains. the sights are nice enough, but even in a virtual world things aren't too terribly perfect, so the way Jericho's guitar rings out doesn't quite fit the scene's acoustics.
not that most anybody would know; how many people know what music sounds like at that elevation?
the one who does is trying very hard to not focus on that, and is seated with his back turned to the interloper. notes are plucked pointedly, like someone trying to articulate every syllable to be heard. it makes less of a melody and more of a monologue of the notes; there's a lot in his head he's trying to get out.]