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[h1]Harmony[/h1]
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[h2][color=fff79a]Hazel[/color] | [color=a187be]Allison[/color] | [color=ff57ff]Siena[/color] | [color=red]Christopher[/color]
[color=B0C4DE]Brent[/color] | [color=662d91]Kusari[/color] | [color=9e0039]Angélique[/color] | [color=00a99d]Ernest[/color][/h2]
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Experimental Unit B had only been in the suite for a few minutes before Hazel Baker made a bee line towards the music room. A small hoard of students seemed to follow the strange girl to the insulated room, only to find that instead of music Hazel had decided to make a horrible amount of noise by slamming her hands against the piano's keys.

Allison Revel had the unfortunate honor of being at the head of the hoard, ears facing the full brunt of the cacophony. Immediately, Allison clamped her hands over her ears and stepped aside to allow the others get a closer look at the music room and its sole inhabitant. She had half a mind to just walk away, but she was oddly curious as to how the childish aberration and her "music" would be dealt with.

Their current living arrangements were closer to what Siena was accustomed to, and it showed in the way she'd carried herself. A far cry from her usual attempt to shrink and make herself seem smaller and less imposing, the brunette had shifted her mannerisms slightly. Back straighter, gait more precise, and most importantly, eyes cast forward, no...[i]over[/i] the faceless masses. Not challenging, but lacking the uncertainty of her typical movements since her arrival in USARILN East. Part of her felt odd, being able to fluidly immerse herself back into that mindset, but...it had only been a few weeks, hadn't it? 

Following after the others despite the faint shifts in her composure, the Arbiter had hoped that she would be able to take some solace in the familiarity of instruments she'd thought long behind her, but instead she heard nothing but dissonant notes. Loud, ear-rending [i]noise[/i] that blew away the comfort, replaced it with an expression of something between confusion and despair.

As she peered into the room, the latter began to win out. 

Hazel. Not that Siena had failed to understand that there were probably reasons for what had happened, but memories of her clothing, her reader, her [i]safety[/i] disappearing in a single sweep made the brunette tense faintly. Made her feel as if it might happen again if she strayed a little too close. Instinctively, the girl took a half-step back. "[color=ff57ff]O-Oh...I suppose it's occupied now.[/color]"

Another move. Chris had hoped that they'd be back in their little pretend school by now. At the very least, the rooms here seemed more expensive then the motel. Those thoughts were immediately replaced, out of an old impulse, from the sound of a piano. The notes were all wrong. There was no rhythm, no reason, for the randomized assault on individual ivory keys. The arbiter moved to the front of the crowd gathered in the music room to discover Hazel as the culprit. He never spoke or talked to her before, but he recalls seeing her when he was spectating flag football. That wasn't important however. He wanted to end the aberrations attempt at a melody. This wasn't because he wanted to spare everyone of the horrible 'tune', but rather for his own desire to play it. It has been a damn long time since he ever touched such an instrument. It was something he had a mild hobby of playing. The highlights of Christmas eve was his family gathered around him to listen to him play Silent Night or Rudolph the Red Nosed reindeer. He regretted that he hadn't cherished those moments as much as he did remembering them.

[color=red]"Excuse me."[/color] He spoke in an unapologetic tone, but tried to refrain from sounding rude as he put a hand on Hazel's shoulder. [color=red]"I'd like a turn on the piano."[/color]

Hazel jerked suddenly, as an unfamiliar hand touched her shoulder.

She did not immediately respond, or move to that question, but stared a while at Chris, and the rest of the people in the room, before moving aside to the other end of the piano's keyboard. She did not relinquish her seat, however, in her mind she was justified in hogging the piano for herself.

Chris looked a bit confused at her silent stare, and only grew ticked off that she didn't give up the seat entirely. He wasn't going to cause a scene though. She at least offered [i]half[/i] of the instrument.  Upon taking his seat, the arbiter stared at the piano. He hit a single key, as if to test it himself for its sound. He paused, as he wasn't sure of what to play. There wasn't a whole lot of songs he knew. A few classicals from Mozart, a few christmas specials sure. None of them however seemed appropriate for what his soul wanted to cry out. There was one song that did come to mind however. The closest he could think of that he knew how to play. It was the song his father taught him when he first started. Though he couldn't remember the singer, he remembered how the song went. So he began to play the intro to Piano Man, and reached over to the other side of the keyboard that Hazel hogged when he needed a key from there.

He ignored the discomfort, playing the song was all too important for him to be bothered by its difficulty thanks to the abberation. To him every note was a piece of his soul crying out his anguish and past tragedy in a beautiful symphony. The melancholy melody spoke his language wonderfully. Though he didn't sing the song himself, within his own mind he recited the lyrics in sync with his performance. 

[color=B0C4DE]"La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum..."[/color]

A voice, slightly off-tune, joined Chris's melancholic notes as Brent walked in the music room as well. It had first been the cacophony that caught his interest, and then the identity of the mysterious pianist that pulled him in deeper. Slightly surprised at how Chris was dueting with Hazel of all people, the amethyst-eyed youth said, [color=B0C4DE]"Didn't know you played, Chris. And Hazel too?"[/color]

He let out a low whistle, taking in the music room with all its high class instruments.

[color=B0C4DE]"Lots of musicians here."[/color]

Could have made a band.

[color=662d91]"I'd hardly call that noise Hazel is making music."[/color] Kusari interjected, walking up to Brent's side. She knew Hazel had issues right now, but she sure as hell wasn't going to listen to that racket for days. She crossed her arms and watch Chris play. [color=662d91]"This is the same guy that needs a change of pants after every mission, right?"[/color] she said. Apparently she was in a bit of a bad mood, what she saw on the TV as they arrived at the hotel had her on edge in particular.

[color=B0C4DE]"Call it abstract art,"[/color] Brent replied to Kusari, [color=B0C4DE]"And that's a bit harsh for the dragon lad."[/color] Gesturing to his own rags, he said, [color=B0C4DE]"Feels like everyone'd need a change of clothes after Factory."[/color]

[color=662d91]"Uh huh..."[/color] Kusari looked at her own ragged clothes, it was a good thing she requested multiple pairs of this outfit. [color=662d91]"A pair of cheap sweatpants would go a long way ya know? Just something to leave at our exit zone so you don't have to flash anyone."[/color]

[color=B0C4DE]"Mhmm,"[/color] Brent nodded, [color=B0C4DE]"Or even just a raincoat. You play anything though, Kusari? Or is your new hobby roasting people?"[/color]

Kusari let out a low groan. [color=662d91]"My art appeals to a different sense, the windows to the soul, so to speak."[/color] She said. Her father often talked like that when the topic of art came up. It was as if he enjoyed playing the pretentious artist.

[color=B0C4DE]The window to the soul?"[/color] Brent laughed good-naturedly. [color=B0C4DE]"Art just as abstract as Hazel banging away?"[/color]

Kusari let out a sardonic chuckle. [color=662d91]"Actually, it's basically at a professional level. Or at least it would be if I still had the will to draw. All the killing and what not isn't exactly inspiring."[/color] 

[color=B0C4DE]"But all you've done was save people, right?"[/color] Brent said, turning his gaze directly on the immortal arbiter. [color=B0C4DE]"Thanks for bailing out Marcus and Emma, by the way. Didn't realize your transformations had become so flexible."[/color]

[color=662d91]"Huh?"[/color] Kusari turned to Brent, she wasn't expecting him to suddenly thank her. She [i]had[/i] saved people, hadn't she? She could let herself feel good about that at least, right? [color=662d91]"You're... Welcome."[/color] The words felt alien and uncomfortable, she wasn't used to it just yet she supposed. She raised her clawed hand up. [color=662d91]"Some limbs are more flexible than others it seems, I wonder what else this body has hidden away. I guess hacking away at myself to find out wouldn't be cool huh?"[/color]

[color=B0C4DE]"It'd definitely be a pain,"[/color] Brent replied, [color=B0C4DE]"But, well..."[/color]

He shrugged. [color=B0C4DE]"Can't imagine a clawed hand being good for holding a paintbrush, considering how it was slicing through concrete like nothing. Maybe get a human hand back before working past the art block? Professional level skill does sound like something worth bearing witness to."[/color]

It's hard to move from the past when there was a constant reminder of it, after all.

Someone that actually wanted to see her art, now this was a nostalgic feeling. She would be lying if she said she didn't care about people enjoying her artwork, but what could she do about it now? She wasn't even sure if she could draw anything of substance. [color=662d91]"I'm ambidextrous, actually."[/color] Curse her inclination to blurt out the truth! She let out an obviously fake cough before turning back to the piano. [color=662d91]"Maybe I can... Draw you or something later. You'll have to provide the art supplies though."[/color]

Ambidextrous? His eyebrows went up, impressed. [color=B0C4DE]"No problem,"[/color] Brent replied airily, [color=B0C4DE]"Not like it's my money anyways. You didn't take Art as an elective though? For the whole school thingy."[/color]

As Chris changed to a different song, however, the arbiter's expression changed, very slightly. A tinge of remembrance, eyes glancing over the two violins. Ah, he can't take this too seriously right now.

So he smiled and joked about it instead. [color=B0C4DE]"Christmas in September? Now that's something novel."[/color]

[color=662d91]"Ugh."[/color] Kusari let out a groan of disgust this time. [color=662d91]"As if I care about what that prison of a school wants to try and teach me."[/color] She knew it was petty, but she wanted to resist the school's influence as much as she could. The fact that they were pretending to treat them like proper students was insufferable enough. 

She frowned at Chris's next song of choice. He wasn't seriously playing Silent Night, was he? She shook her head, it wasn't the worst thing he could do at least, but it was jarring. 

[color=B0C4DE]"Guess you don't need classes if you're pro anyways,"[/color] he said, as the music changed once more. Chris was a rather spontaneous player, wasn't he? Switching so rapidly from one song to the next. And while the tunes were fun for a while, this one in particular...just sounded like it was repeating itself, over and over again.

[color=a187be]"Damn straight."[/color] Kusari said with an indignant huff. Chris had switched songs again, likely realizing the last choice wasn't the best. He seemed pretty alright, though Kusari like her music a bit more... raw. Though she had to admit this entire sight felt strange to her. Looking at them now they all almost seemed like a normal group of kids just messing around. I gave her an uneasy feeling, as if this peace was destined to be destroyed at any moment.

Allison suppressed a chuckle as she approached Siena, looking in on the rediculous scene playing out in the music room. Seeing Chris sit next to Hazel and play despite her presence was rather amusing. The dragon boy was either brave or stupid, though it was pretty obvious to tell it was the latter, this was Chris after all. Still though, Allison was impressed that Chris had any talents at all, given his lackluster showings in combat, and his even more lackluster equipment.

[color=a187be]"So, Chris can actually play the piano? Not bad."[/color] Allison looked towards the rich girl. [color=a187be]"What do you think, Siena?"[/color]

[i]'[color=ff57ff]Ah...[/color]'[/i] How familiar. The song wasn't one that Siena recognized as Chris began to play despite Hazel's presence. Taking in the melody with her eyes shut, the brunette felt herself reminiscing about days long past. When she was too young to play anything other than a few dissonant chords on the piano because it was the most her tiny hands then could muster. A laugh that held something she couldn't identify as fondness or detachment and a pair of hands pulling her away from the pristine ivory keys. One day when she was older. 

Opening her eyes, Siena glanced at Allison, a faint smile forming on her face. "[color=ff57ff]He has some skill. Perhaps a little rusty, but...[/color]" Her eyes returned to the piano. "[color=ff57ff]It makes me want to join in a little.[/color]"

[color=a187be]"Yea, I get what you mean..."[/color] Allison glanced at the harp. She hadn't played one in a very long time, but her mother had given her lessons when she was a little girl. They were painful memories, any involving her mother were going to be, but ones that were immediately drawn out at the sight of the instrument. "Well, let's go!" Allison said, nudging Siena into the music room.

"[color=ff57ff]H-Huh?[/color]" Finding herself being nudged towards the room, Siena blinked in surprise, a mild sense of trepidation trying to meet her. "[color=ff57ff]Oh, no, um, I don't think I should--[/color]" [i]Get too close to Hazel yet.[/i] "[color=ff57ff]--interrupt if Hazel still wants to play.[/color]"

Chris stopped his melody. The crowd of students and their comments distracted him. Brent's presence was even a tad upsetting, especially with his compliment. It stung like salt on an open wound. Some other girl, Kusari if he remembered the name correctly, gave him a bit of an insult, something that he tried to shrug off. He needed a tune to soothe his frustrations, more so then what his previous performance offered. Keeping things simple, and playing a song he had more practice with, he began to play Silent Night. He made sure he executed every note perfectly. He played with his eyes closed, this song he could play with muscle memory. He even started to hum along the lyrics. He tried to distance himself from the outside world. From Hazel who sat on the piano, from the spectating students behind him. From the soldiers that guarded him or the cruel world itself. He just wanted to play his music, and for the moment nothing else mattered. 

Hazel stared all the while, observing every move Chris made on the piano, every note he pressed. It was odd how simple arrangements and timing of the presses made them sound better. Music was something she was familiar with of course, but actual live performances with actual instruments was something she was not familiar with. It was akin to magic, with how his fingers glided across the keys and made [i]music[/i].

After performing a chunk of Silent Night, Chris paused. He didn't like to think of the people watching him, but he knew Brent and Siena were present. He wasn't ready to confront either of them about his issues, especially in public like this. However a song came into his thought process. He once again began to play the piano, this time playing Uptown Girl. Though originally he wasn't so keen on a more light song, his inner feelings gave way and guided the piano in tone with his childish infatuation.

Eyeing Siena and Allison near the entrance, Brent waved at the two, saying, loud enough that Chris could hear, [color=B0C4DE]"Hey, you two wanna give it a go?"[/color]

Allison, seeing that Siena was too afraid of Hazel to move towards the piano, made her way to the harp. She positioned herself in front of the large instrument. How long had it been since she'd played one? It had to have been at least five years. The aberration tried to focus in on what Chris was playing, but Allison didn't consider herself much of a Billy Joel fan, at least not of Uptown Girl. Since that didn't seem like it would work out, Allison just let her hands flow across the strings, the strict teachings from long ago coming back just enough to allow Allison to play the thing somewhat competently. She wasn't playing any particular song, just sort of jamming out, playing whatever sounded nice. The first few moments were sort of chaotic and random, though eventually Allison settled into a rhythm of sorts.

Should she...?

The sound of a harp started to mingle with sound of the piano, the rhythms not quite syncing, but the melodies still oddly harmonic in its cacophony. Glancing at Hazel, Siena steeled herself momentaraily. At least...she didn't seem like she was entirely eager to begin mashing out notes on the keys for the moment. Carefully, the brunette approached, stopping a short distance away, but deciding that sudden touch was probably more alarming than sudden sound, she deigned to call the Aberration's name. "[color=ff57ff]Um...Hazel? Would you mind if I played for a bit?[/color]"

Turning to Siena, Hazel gave but a small glance, before moving slightly more towards the end of the seat. Staring expectantly at Siena, it was clear she meant for her to just squeeze in if she could. Hazel was still bent on observing the people play those instruments, and thus was reluctant to leave the best seat for doing so.

The gap was a bit small, but... "[color=ff57ff]Thank you, Hazel. Ah...excuse me...[/color]" Carefully squeezing into the space, Siena found herself shoulder to shoulder with the two beside her. Part of her felt a sense of unease, but...perhaps Hazel wasn't as intimidating as Siena initially thought. Again, images of her sources being demolished in a single sweep sent chills up her spine, but the girl held fast to the initial thought. Hazel hadn't done anything on [i]purpose[/i]. Siena was the one being irrational. She was. 

Still, it was hard to set the discomfort aside. 

"[color=ff57ff]I hope you don't mind if I join you for a bit,[/color]" Siena said with a brief nod to acknowledge Chris. 

[color=red]"You play?" [/color]He asked. There was a hint of a smile on his face as her company was something he didn't outright detest, but he kept that joy surpressed as always.  He glanced over at Allison. [color=red]"Well since Allison is going with the flow, why don't we try to make a good melody with her? Do you mind if I let you start, and I'll try to match up a tune with yours?"[/color] Siena was one of those few people Chris could talk to directly and rarely ever be in his usual bitterness. Something about her was like a sun through the rain in Chris's perspective.

"[color=ff57ff]Hmmm, alright. Let's see what I can do...[/color]" Though she felt almost odd being the one starting on the piano, Siena listened to the harp for a moment, her mind filling in the blanks. Key, time signature, tempo... [i]'[color=ff57ff]And I guess with this sound blend...[/color]'[/i] Her fingers started to dance across the keys, starting with featherlight touches that gradually swelled into notes that chased the tune from the harp. Carefully allowing her strings to tie into each other, the melody fell back, the volume subdued, the notes confined in such a manner that they almost felt as if they were lacking, no, [i]waiting[/i] for the higher tones the piano so readily offered.

Shortly after arriving in the penthouse, Angelique had been visiting the bedrooms and the various facilities offered to them for their stay. This place reeked of high-class, that much was certain. It wasn't something she wasn't used of, but it certainly wasn't something she was quite fond of. The ex-musician preferred much simpler things, warmer and more modest.
 
As she wandered around aimlessly, her footsteps stopped as Angel heard music. Piano and even harp, from the sound of it. They couldn't have held a concert for the students now, would they? Curious of the melody played by the blend of two majestic instruments, Angel's footsteps resumed their pace, however heading towards the music room.
 
The door had been left wide open, and there were already a lot of students inside. Brent and Kusari casually looking on, Allison deftly playing the harp, Siena following along the harp's rhythm with flowing motions, Hazel spectating up close at one end of the piano's seat and Chris sitting on the other end. A lovely sight, to say the least.
 
Listening to the melody, Angel stood by the door's frame, smiling and arms crossed, content with listening while not intruding on the scene.

Not too long after Siena started a flow with what keys she had, Chris began to play with his side of the keyboard, trying to match her Rythmn with his high notes which together forged  a collective harmony of the piano and the Harp. Chris found a bit too close for comfort with Siena squeezed next to him, a fault he silently blamed Hazel for. Other then that however, he was enjoying their little performance. 

Allison looked at the three people shoved much too close together in front of the piano. It was an odd sight, but the sound eminating from Chris and Siena's playing was undeniably infectious, urging Allison to continue plucking at the harp. The instrument rested on her right shoulder, her right hand playing the higher, closer notes, with her left hand stretching to reach the lower ones. Allison was amazed at how much of the muscle memory she had retained despite not playing the harp for so long, her elbows up, and her fingers gently picking at and flowing across the strings. She didn't pay too much attention to her surroundings, instead focusing on the strings, and the playing of the piano. 

The harmonic of Chris and Siena on the piano coupled with Allison on the harp moved Angel, who found the moment and the whole coopperative effort sublime. She felt the moment sinking in her soul, wanting to be a part of it. But she wasn't good without an instrument she knew how to play with. The violins were hardly something she had properly learned to play with. She wanted to add something to that harmony, just like the music classes she had when she was still in high school. 

But then, it hit the raven-haired musician like a brick. There was no need for instrument. Her voice literally was one. One that she had spent most of her life honing. And although she was mostly known for her rock and metal songs, few knew that Angel had started with more pop-style songs, going so far as singing really sappy songs before moving on to something more rhythmic.

[color=9e0039]"It's going to be alright..."[/color] Angel muttered. she took a step into the room, repeating [color=9e0039]"It's going to be alright.[/color]  her voice gradually increasing, but remaining calm and soothing. A song that was fitting with the melody of the piano and the harp's notes. It didn't exactly follow the original rhythm of the [url=http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/saragroves/itsgoingtobealright.html]song[/url], but Angel chanted the lyrics to match the tempo, opening the window to her soul.

Even Angelic was bringing in her voice now, wasn't she? He had thought that she looked marginally better these days, but to witness the Lucky Angel pulling off the miracle of trying to unite all these different sounds together, it certainly made him want to...watch? No, to join in, even with his own lacking skill.

"Man, this really is sorta contagious, eh?" he said, grinning stupidly at Kusari, "Gonna go in for a dance?"

Without waiting for much of a reply, the arbiter hopped over, taking one of the violins in his hand. He could feel the craftsmanship within the grained wood, and a part of him felt bad for intentionally ruining it, but...

Someone had to unite this loose attempt at harmony.

Silver circuits turned craftsmanship into a miracle, wood and strings replaced with metal and circuitry. Flourishing the bow, Brent played randomly, fancifully, enjoying the motions rather than anything else, but the AI that detected the chaos around him automatically called forth a tune that would masterfully fill in the gaps left by this improvised quartet. It was almost cheating, but...

It was definitely fun.

[color=662d91]"A-ah, yeah?"[/color] Kusari stammered out a response to Brent as he took a violin and transformed it with his ability. With so many playing along with Angel's voice, the room felt like an impromptu concert venue. She liked to listen to music, but she felt rather out of place here. Her rough voice was hardly fit for singing, and she couldn't even play a plastic recorder. She was a terrible dancer as well, so what was she supposed to do, just stand and listen? Maybe that was fine. She took a seat in a corner of the room out of the way, deciding to just enjoy the moment.

Hurried steps carried a puffed out Ernie to the door of the music room, his gaze searching for the source of that wondrous voice. He knew who it was, of course, he just needed to see it live and outside of a computer screen. The bathmat examinations could wait.

The buzzcut boy had been more than fine with ignoring the key-smashing from before, had almost been repulsed by the Billy Joel songs. It wasn't like Piano Man's song choice was particularly attractive either. But the chance of watching Angelique Lachance jam out in person was too good to miss. The scene before him was somewhat chaotic but looked fun as hell. All the more reason he rued those three on the piano seat. It was stupid. Hearing people that weren't him play on the piano always bummed him out for little reason. Not much he could provide here. For now, Ernie was content with leaning on the door frame and listening to the magic unfold.

Music buzzed in the air between Allison at her bench, the trio at the piano, and suddenly...a voice. Slowing her fingers by a faint amount, Siena glanced over to see that Angel was joining in, her voice following the melody before a new instrument came to tie the instruments together. Giving a mischievous smile briefly, Siena let her fingers press here, jump there...and then, it bled into something easier, something that supported rather than led. After all, it was the duty of the accompaniment to support the vocals, was it not? Her pedal presses became more precise, softened the force of the hammer as she reached over one of Chris's arms to continue the progression of chords. 

"[color=ff57ff]Pardon the intrusion,[/color]" the girl claimed with a ghost of a smile as she felt herself pressing closer than before to the other boy at the piano for a moment before she was able to reverse the movement, sliding back to her original position to continue the notes. 

Everyone started joining in to make one large harmony, a collaboration of tormented and dreary souls unified by their curse. The whole event was inspirational. Then Siena had brushed against his arm. The joy he felt sparked a side of him he forget he had. [color=red]"Right back at ya."[/color] There was a small but mischievous grin across his face as he mimicked Siena's accidental arm brush, yet he made sure that the music he continued to share did not upset the Rhythm. The whole thing felt like some unreal dream.

Allison adjusted her playing to fit with Brent's violin and support Angel's surprise vocals. The impromptu song was a wonderful occurance, the strange combination of 5 students and an expensive-looking music room. Allison's playing improved by the second as she got back into the swing of things, and kept a keen ear to the others. Angel's powerful vocals took center stage, with Chris and Siena's piano duet building behind it, supported by Allison's rusty harp playing, and pulled together by the surprising quality of Brent's violin. This jam session had no right to be this good.

As charming as it was to have everyone playing all together - hell, she didn't even know Brent was a master at playing violin - all good things must come to an end as Angel finished the song with a long-winded note that slowly decreased in volume, until she would remain silent. She was so caught up in the moment that she didn't think of everyone's instrumental parts had started building up around her singing. It was only when her voice faded and the music started dying down that she realized that accidentally she had taken the lead of the music session.

Blushing slightly, Angel scrathed the back of her neck and offered a warm, if not slightly embarassed, smile. [color=9e0039]"Wow, I did not expect a lot of you guys to be musicians. I guess we should start a band or something, right?"[/color]

Letting her hands slip off the keys, Siena turned her head as best she could to glance at the crowd that had gathered--the room felt fuller than she expected. "[color=ff57ff]I certainly wasn't expecting anyone to be able to play the harp.[/color]" It had been too bulky despite its grace when Siena had taken an interest in music, and...well, certainly, it didn't provide the same versatility as a piano when it came down to it. Turning her attention to her temporary partners, the brunette gave a weak smile. "[color=ff57ff]Thanks for letting me invade midway.[/color]"

Ernie chuckled along to it all, hanging back as an outsider since there was nothing he could add here. Angel's voice was incredible as usual, but as it ended, there was no reason to stay. With one more wistful glance at the piano, the Aberration took his leave as discreetly as he had arrived.

With another flourish, Brent ended his segment as well, enjoying the motions of the music, if nothing else. As his Overclock faded from the violin, he placed it on the rack as well, wiping his brow. [color=B0C4DE]"Don't know about a band, Angelic,"[/color] he replied, [color=B0C4DE]But this was hella fun. Didn't know you were such a good pianist either, Siena...guess it's expected though. And damn, Allison, you know how to harp? I'll double on Siena's statement. That's pretty rare!"[/color]

[color=a187be]"Heh, yea, I guess it is." Allison stood up, stepping away from the instrument. "I haven't played in a really, really long time."[/color] 

Chris had removed his hands once everyone else ended the melody. With the music gone he no longer let any joy escape him in the form of a smile. His expression was now melancholy. 

[color=red]"I wouldn't be against joining a band. I have to admit though, Siena outclassed me on her half of the piano."[/color]

With the improvised concerto over, a few spectating students of Experimental Unit B left the room while the others made small talk to each others. Eventually, one thing led to another. The discussion about forming a band shortly turned into a proposition to go downtown for a shopping trip. Once everything was settled, each student went their own way. Some went to prepare themselve for the upcoming shopping trip, while others simply returned to their own devices.