[ The Master had given him a cloak to wear over his distorted form, as well as the advice that 'YOU DON'T JUST GO UP TO PEOPLE AND ASK THEM IF THEY WANT TO BE REAPED, YOU SILLY SERVANT' - both things that he takes to heart. Or he would, if he had one.
In place of flesh and blood, there is merely a hole in his chest where his heart should be. In its center is an eye, pulsing and blinking in time with the rhythm that Mozart scatters into the air. One beat for four bars, perhaps enough to convey his acknowledgement and appreciation of the Caster's presence.
He blinks at Mozart's words, expression shifting from blank to one tinged slightly thoughtful. ]
I know nothing of this.
[ Of... any of this. Music, the strains woven by mere vibrations in the air. Had he been summoned from an earlier point in time, he might have been able to appreciate it more - but the ability to grasp its finesse has been since lost to him.
His voice is deep, much deeper than his face might suggest - but then again, Foreigners are timeless. They merely inhabit a vessel. ]
SENPAIII I love how you can just pull up a Mozart piano for every occasion
In place of flesh and blood, there is merely a hole in his chest where his heart should be. In its center is an eye, pulsing and blinking in time with the rhythm that Mozart scatters into the air. One beat for four bars, perhaps enough to convey his acknowledgement and appreciation of the Caster's presence.
He blinks at Mozart's words, expression shifting from blank to one tinged slightly thoughtful. ]
I know nothing of this.
[ Of... any of this. Music, the strains woven by mere vibrations in the air. Had he been summoned from an earlier point in time, he might have been able to appreciate it more - but the ability to grasp its finesse has been since lost to him.
His voice is deep, much deeper than his face might suggest - but then again, Foreigners are timeless. They merely inhabit a vessel. ]
Whatever you wish to play...