[Luciola, for all he did appear largely human, (for all Noh-Varr himself did), only seemed to nod along with the assessment. "Human" was not something he considered himself per se, not after reading files and ascertaining what was considered to be a "normal human". He was Guild. In truth, his own file identified him as "genetically modified human"- but it was not a label he had ever considered for himself.
There was only Guild. There was only Lord Dio, Maestro Delphine, and duty- and one was dead, one had dismissed him, and one had become to bake cupcakes.]
Yes, sir.
[The recipe was straightforward, the task seemed simplistic despite his complete inexperience in the matter. Sorting through the tools made available for the task yielded those labelled with cups and those with teaspoons, and without another word he stiffly began doing as instructed, beginning to measure out floor, sugar-
An alarming amount of sugar that only manifested as a slight furrow in his brow, rechecking the recipe, (that much sugar), before returning to the task at hand, however frivolous he found the assignment.]
no subject
There was only Guild. There was only Lord Dio, Maestro Delphine, and duty- and one was dead, one had dismissed him, and one had become to bake cupcakes.]
Yes, sir.
[The recipe was straightforward, the task seemed simplistic despite his complete inexperience in the matter. Sorting through the tools made available for the task yielded those labelled with cups and those with teaspoons, and without another word he stiffly began doing as instructed, beginning to measure out floor, sugar-
An alarming amount of sugar that only manifested as a slight furrow in his brow, rechecking the recipe, (that much sugar), before returning to the task at hand, however frivolous he found the assignment.]