Quentin pushed down random keys that faintly sounded like a mix of some of the bands' other songs, not really paying attention to the notes he was meant to be hitting, looking nearly zoned out. Once Quentin did finally join the others he was a few notes behind, looking back and forth between the keyboard and music sheet trying to figure out what part the others were at and where he would join in. It didn't sound right without A-Yeong, but it wasn't like he could just skip out and leave everyone hanging when they were all equally as upset as he was.
At every note that he overshot or missed he'd brush his hair out of his face with his fingers, looking frustrated each time, but it wasn't as if that wouldn't happen if A-Yeong were here anyway.


[not sure if I'm meant to ping specific people or everyone, but since I assume everyone's within earshot I figure I'd ping everyone?]

When Dyalis caugh sigh of Twigg through the eyesockets of his skull, he felt the ghost of a smile tug at his lips as he playfully shook his head. He was happy to see that, even with everything happening some things were remaining the same with his friends. After that he tryed to concentrate a bit more on the music to at least make things work even if A-Yeong was gone to arguably moderate success, at least he wasnt lagging behind on the melody as mutch but he was still very messing up his notes. Usualy he would have been embarassed by his continual mistakes since loved music that mutch but strangely, today he hadn't been all that bothered by any of the off-key notes he was making.

Reo set the microphone back down and headed over to the punching bag she had installed in here. She punched at it, blood curdurling in rage. She snarled and kept punching it. "Where" punch "is" punch "she!?" She slid down the wall before standing back up abruptly "Stuff it, I'm going for a ride" she grabbed her keys and headed over to her motorbike.

A-Yeong sat with their hands and legs tied together, they tried screaming, but no one was able to hear them. They heard loud drumming from above them, but didn't realize they were in the secret basement of the studio.

Azumi messed up the timing of the drums and sighed, taking deep breaths, as A-Yeong had told her. She sighed and played again

He'd looked up almost surprised, of course, Quentin assumed someone would wind up breaking the awful silence, but Aureolus had seemed calm.. at least for a moment. He stopped playing, "Do you want someone to go with you?" he rested his head on his hand, raising one arm like he was in a class.

(Yep, unless some asks not to be pinged for some reason, you ping everyone ^^)

[okay! thank you for clarifying that :)]

(Of course)

Twigg holds his head a little higher when he notices the ghost of a smile on Dyali. He took pride in being able to be charming.
They keeps playing their guitar, keeping the beat even when the drums went off and the singer fell away. He pauses, however, when Reo starts assaulting the punching bag. "It's more interesting when you're punching something that screams and fights back." He muses, before shaking his head and taking an involuntary step back. They had agreed to not talk about that before. Nobody liked hearing about the best way to take someone apart or what was the favorable target in a fight. Twigg's smile stays through the morbid thoughts that swirl through his head.
Twigg hesitates when Reo says she'll be going on a ride. In no way did he want the rest of the band to split up. "I think we should stay together. If we stay together on the ride, that'd be fine, but I don't really want to loose-" They pauses at the almost sentimental sentence they was about to say. He makes a face at the fact that he had almost admitted to liking this company. They think to themself, ^{_{'Ew. You're going soft now?'}} Then his smile is back and nothing seems to be bothering him.

Dyali flinched at every hit Reo landed onto the punching bag, despite the various legands about his kind he himself had never realy liked display of violence even tho he could usualy tolerate them. He carefully placed down his instrument down when he head her anouncing that she was leaving and quickly pulled his notebook out of his bag.

With what had happen to A-Yeong, he didnt wanted to let the others out of his sight, alot of 'what if' were already swarming inside his skull and none of them had clear answer. With his best kicked puppy look he turn the page he was writing on toward Reo hoping that it would reenforce what Twigg had sayed. Please stay