InsaneJournal

Teja had been stalking around Mordhaus all day with a smile on his face that was more teeth than someone sane needed to show. His body language showed that he was this close to biting someone and taking a chunk out. It wasn't because he was in a bad mood. By far the opposite, in fact. He could feel that things were not just regaining their equilibrium, but pushing up the power once again. The arrival of the lead guitarist - not the fatherly, older, more humble version, but the true one at the height of his career - pumped up Mordhaus' energy level on a subtle level that Teja had become used to feeling. But then when he made the press announcement, that shit skyrocketed. Riots ensued, people started throwing themselves off cliffs and buildings, while others set shit on fire, and screamed the band's name. That just made him get on edge and grin.

Skwisgaar, meanwhile, still hated this world beyond words. He'd locked himself in his room and refused to come out until things were "back to normals," which Teja assured would be taken care of as best as possible. The lead guitarist couldn't stay in there for long, though, he was itchy and curious to see what was beyond his four walls. He grabbed his guitar and started down toward the library. Books never changed. It was pretty much the only thing he could be certain was the same. He didn't care if the books weren't the same books, because he wasn't going down there to read, just to get out of his stark white room and somewhere where the acoustics were fucking awesome. That's when he ran into Teja. Okay, he knew this one. Supposedly, this guy was Toki's son, married to that purple-haired chick, and father of the pink haired chick. Name? Name. What the fuck was his name? Oh, right, Toki named him after that dead king guy.
"Oh. Uh. Hey deres, Teja." He muttered, standing there with his guitar, fingers twitching against the neck.

"Skwisgaar, nice to see you out and about," Teja said with a toothy grin, "We've figured out a solution. You can record the guitar parts for the album we released with your older counterpart's tracks, and we'll be releasing them as teasers for the next album. It'll make up for the lack of quality. You're right, he was awful." Teja placated, putting his hand on the taller man's shoulder, subtly redirecting him from the library to the main room, where he had already made sure there was no outside interference.

Skwisgaar didn't even know he was being led, his goldfish memory didn't even pick up on the fact that it wasn't where he was headed, not even when he took a seat. "Ja, dat's am... Make good sort of sense," his brow furrowed, plucking out a tune in double time.

Teja nodded, "That's what we thought. It may be a little more work for you, but if you do that, you'll have groupies before the album release." He had a feeling in the back of his neck that things were about to get a little haywire, so he went to the bar and grabbed the vodka, handing it to Skwisgaar.