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Rosc flinched at the noise that had erupted in the room, but it was the twangy thud that caught his attention most. He barely heard it over that one boil's terrible singing (Did he have to sing so Jack-damned loud???), but he did nonetheless and his head jerked around to see the other cello on the ground and that- that- idiot patchwork running off to help another demon who was beneath a tuba. He bared his teeth ever so slightly with his scowl.
Who the hell gets trapped under a tuba??

The incubus added another mental tick-mark against the hunchback, he even considered yelling at him over the din. You don't just drop instruments like that, especially when they weren't yours! He wondered if the professor would do anything. He would have been beyond pissed if someone just dropped his cello like that.
Rosc had properly righted the harp he had been saddled with before coming over to help the small undead girl. Perhaps the other boil was just stupid. Upon further consideration, that seemed a likely possibility. He had looked pretty dumb when he had been surrounded by girls.

And yet he had almost started a fight at the beginning of class. That recollection gave Rosc some pause. He really didn't like physical confrontations, and the patchwork was stronger than him, he had no doubt. He was pretty sure he was faster, but not stronger. He'd have to be clever if he ever went toe-to-toe with the boil.

Having been staring at Amrita, she noticed a student (a Demon) who had been assigned to the same instrument as her (albeit a concert harp rather than a small celtic one) helping the Vetala out. While he was blindfolded and probably can't see her, she shot him a relieved and grateful smile before turning back to her own instrument, absent-mindedly playing it as she looked around.

The loud noises that exploded soon after caused Lizzy to cringe as she stopped plucking the strings of the harp altogether, afraid that she might pull too hard and snap one from all the chaos around. Between the commotion going on at Calder's side, there was Christof dropping the cello - she couldn't help wincing at that, letting out a soft 'ouch' as it hit the ground. That was not her instrument, but she still felt the pain; if that had been her guitar... Well, Christof would have been in lots of trouble. With her. Hopefully, Professor Blue would be more forgiving, but something told her otherwise...

And then there was Israfel singing. That... Was painful. She was sure her ears were going to drop off from his screaming.

However, the sound of something pleasant playing nearby caused her attention to be focused there instead - Sepheran had started on playing his instrument and as she had expected, he was good at it! She smiled, the noise in the class being drowned out by the soothing sound of the violin; in fact, she was contented with just listening and swaying to the music until the boil was done.

"You're really good with the violin, Sepheran!"

"I...I'll try my best!" She promised Lucien, who took time out of his busy schedule of being...well, Lucien, to cheer her on. She was about to try again when she noticed...the room was suddenly darker than it was before, were her eyes goi---OHJACKTHERE WAS A HAND THERE!

Startled, her head snapped up and she stared with a wide eye at the Blindfolded Demon who was now holding her Cello for her. Once she realized that her eye wasn't going it was just the shadow of a stranger,

"A wh---" She cut herself off as Israfel started to do that shriek-singing thing he did. She flinched visibly and clung onto her Cello, but this did remind her of the band...and the screaming vocals he gave. She might have been on the Cello and there was a distinct lack of attentive Tahki on drums, but Israfel never lost his screamo-band muse.

Ever.

"Relax" She stressed to the Siren, trying to sound helpful but sounding a little exasperated instead. She wanted to go over to them, but she saw how hard Christof's Cello hit the floor...she didn't want to be under a falling Cello. It would probably feel like a piano.

The Harpie somewhat apprehended via Tuba, Christof had the presence of mind to realize- oh fear alive he had just dropped his teacher's instrument.... hopefully it was still in tune! Glancing to make sure his Master was alright, he quickly moved to make sure his instrument could still hold a tune...

He sighed iwth relief when he was able to somehow hold down the strings and get what SOUNDED like a functional note via plucking.

But what was the stick with hair strung on it for?

With a grunt, he kept the instrument in his hand this time as he hovered beside the Sloth Demon, still glowering distrustfully at the Siren who... definitely could not sing.

OH JACK WHAT NOW. OH GOD IT WAS ON HIM. IT WAS ON HIM NOW.
Distressed, and now covered with tuba, Israfel just kept screaming lyrics in his hysterics.

IWANTYOURLOVE
LOVELOVELOVE
IWANTYOURLOOOOVE

Thankfully, covered by the tuba, it was moderately dulled now.

The near-slim weight of the Cello wouldn't have been as bad had the girl herself not been similarly hollow; a great deal of her torso, though covered by clothes with the exception of the little windows due to fabric tearing, was hollow aside from the skeleton. Most of her innards had rotted away before the body was possessed, and would likely remain that way for a while.

"H-Half size..." Amrita repeated slowly, humming thoughtfully. A half size would be better...a lot easier. Heck, she might even be able to actually play it! Her head was tilted up towards the demon, but her single grey eye was most definitely looking at the floor; she didn't know him, she wasn't comfortable enough to stare.

"I...I'll try. T-thank you for, um, the suggestion." She said to the Demon, rather happy that he was so helpful. Then, gathering up the instrument on her own accord, she made her way back to the Professor with it, what was left of her lips pressed tightly together in a thin line of concentration. One foot in front of the other, take it slow, steady, steady....

Eventually making it to Professor Blue, Amrita looked up at him, then down again at the much-to-big-for-her Cello.

"Uhm...M-may I have a..." What was it called again? Oh, jack. Uh. Uh...Oh! "...Half-size, please...?" She asked softly, alternating her shy gaze from the Cello to the much taller Blue.

Since he still had his instrument on hand, he settled down in a chair near him and set to work with practicing again. It didn't feel weird to hold the violin but to play it... something else altogether. Just as he began to play, a most... words failed to describe the sound that came from.. where was it coming from?? Looking around, he found the source and he was shocked... amazed.. no, no, stupefied to see that i came from a student!? A student was... no, that wasn't quite singing.

He had heard rumors about Israfel... well, about the Battle of the Bands that he hadn't been there for it but Amrita had been in it, so he recalled her talking about it. But he had heard rumors that Israfel couldn't sing... which was odd, being that he was a siren and such. But to see that they were true... he didn't quite know what to say. So he kept his thoughts to himself, shook himself mentally and tried again.