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Momo had spent most of her day slacking off. Well, slacking off from Hunter stuff really. Fixing up her drab room wasn't slacking off to her. But now she needed a bit of fresh air.

So she slipped on her Misfits hoodie and decided to head outside for a bit.

Letting her boots take here wherever. There was no particular place that she had taken an interest in exploring at that present time. As a breeze passed her by, she flipped the hood up on her jacket and slipped her hands into the front pockets. As she walked, she hummed. Tapping out random guitar finger placements out on her studded belt through the cloth of her jacket.

The sound of a guitar thought caught her attention and snapped her out of whatever thoughts she had dived into in her head. Stopping for a second, she looked about for the source of the guitar music. Violet eyes finally landing a rather tall looking guy sitting off by himself. Though for a second in the back of her mind she got this serious douchy college guy feel. But hey, if he could play guitar she might as well investigate.

"That's a pretty lady you got there. You a fan of Zeppelin?"

She had to admit she was kind of jealous of his guitar. That and she missed fiddling around on one. It made it a bit harder to write songs without having any means to add a tune to it. Maybe once her first paycheck went through she'd take some time off island and go scope out for a new guitar. Her old one had been left behind during the transition from real world to Deus.

Without an invitation, Momo plopped herself down in the grass in front of him. Leaning her elbows on her knees. "You know any Dead Kennedys or Iggy and the Stooges? Distillers?"

"Nothing wrong with old school. If its good it holds up." She grinned. "Of course he still takes his shirt off and yes they still tour. s**t, Betty White is in her 90s and she still acts." Not that Momo had a Golden Girls obsession, no.

She slipped her hands back into the pockets of her hoodie, leaning back just a bit as she considered the sky visually for a moment. "Holy s**t, if that's the only song you know you are seriously deprived." She couldn't help but grin when he spoke of the Rock Band game. Momo had played it quite a bit herself, it was a really fun game. But there had been quite a few times where she had gotten in arguments with dudes who played and thought they could instantly play the guitar afterwards.

"Beatles is more old school than Iggy. Though I'm glad you didn't suggest the Eagles." She looked back at him with a grin. "They sure were fun games. Though they were detrimental in creating a whole group of douche bags who thought they could play guitar just because they got high scores in the game."

Momo laughed. "I'm sure if you asked her to she wouldn't have any qualms about it." She shook her head. "Yea well, some people just don't know good music these days."

"Wow, really? I would've payed for tickets to see that live and in person." It wouldn't have been the first time she'd seen that kind of thing, but Momo certainly did enjoy them. Especially when they failed epicly. "Hey, you're better than most people I'm sure." Most people. Until she heard him actually play all legit like she couldn't really make a big judgement of his skills. "Makes me miss my band."

Ah right. Introductions. Momo was bad about that half the time. She'd go off chit chatting before even giving the other her name. "Mo Hayashi. And you?"

"Yea, Mo." Only her close friends were allowed to call her Momo. Taking his hand, she gave it a shake before slipping her hand back into the pockets of her hoodie. "Former lead guitar and full time vocalist of Screaming Witch. Mist Division."

She eyed Barbra briefly, she was a beauty. "I'm going to have to get myself a new guitar next time I get payed. Wasn't able to bring it along." Momo nodded. "Yea, Screaming Witch. Hardcore punk, but I can appreciate other genres of music too. That's just what we specifically specialized in. Mainly original songs, though we covered a couple here and there. Didn't make it very far sad to say, it had promise. I don't think our music even made it out of the Chicago underground."

Momo gave a whistful sigh. "But s**t went down at a bar one night and plans changed." The girl gave a slight shrug. Didn't really effect her. There were always other bands.

"Yea its where I grew up." She couldn't help the grin. Momo was pretty prideful about her looks. It took a lot of soul searching to perfect it, at least by her standards. But once she had stopped giving a ******** about what people thought it was easy enough.

Shaking her head, Momo pulled her hood down. Pulling out the long pony tail length of teal colored hair that had begun to make her feel a bit too warm. "No dude, the bar burned to the ground. One of my band mates died and the other two refused to continue on with the band. So we broke up and a few months later Deus approached me. I figured it was time for a change in my life." The death of their band mate had taken a tole on all of them. Momo for the most part had dealt the best with it to say the least. They had all been pretty close.

She narrowed her eyes slightly at him. Barely noticeable but it was there. He was being sarcastic at least it seemed like it. Not that she cared if he cared. She wasn't looking for sympathies anyway. That part of her life was over and she couldn't care less.

"It seems pretty dull to me." Death, maiming, Momo wasn't scared of that. It was the boredom that would probably kill her. "How long have you been here?"