Re: The Battallion
Careful as he can not to let his expression change, to let on any worry or discomfort, seeing the shoe of dominance, of what could have happened as what it was, accepting it as it's not the first time, and wasn't even that much of a surprise.
His hand freed, Syren heads over to the corner indicated and sets up, setting his stuff behind him and uncasing his guitar with a practiced ease that show reverance as well, plugging it into the amp after plugging the amp in and firing it up, tuning his instrument as well as showing off a bit, the piece one well practiced tho seeming freeform, melodious in it's way, a chance as well to check out the acoustics of the room.