His fingers twitch, the subroutine for his finger guns readying itself the moment he sees the large... bird- thing walk into LeBlanc. His scanners don't ping them as a Shadow, but you never know, with the cognitive world. Maybe it's a Shadow with built-in stealth organs.
Who the fuck even knows with Shadows.
Though, once the bird gives him a grumbled version of what he can only assume to be a 'good morning,' he allows himself to relax. Not hostile, then. Still, he keeps a link open. Just in case.
... Why does it kind of look like him? No, really, what is this creature? Why does it have his haircut?
Ugh, don't tell him that this is how the public's cognition sees him in some worlds. He doesn't like what that says about that particular version of him. Or about him in general.
"So, what exactly are you supposed to be? Are you a Shadow, or what?" he asks, a certain snark to his voice, and then pauses, surprised at himself. Usually, his programming would force him to a: not ask something so impolite, or b: reword that in a more polite way. This time, the words just kind of tumbled out of his mouth, and even if his face is stuck in its usual, perpetually polite-smile mode...
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His fingers twitch, the subroutine for his finger guns readying itself the moment he sees the large... bird- thing walk into LeBlanc. His scanners don't ping them as a Shadow, but you never know, with the cognitive world. Maybe it's a Shadow with built-in stealth organs.
Who the fuck even knows with Shadows.
Though, once the bird gives him a grumbled version of what he can only assume to be a 'good morning,' he allows himself to relax. Not hostile, then. Still, he keeps a link open. Just in case.
... Why does it kind of look like him? No, really, what is this creature? Why does it have his haircut?
Ugh, don't tell him that this is how the public's cognition sees him in some worlds. He doesn't like what that says about that particular version of him. Or about him in general.
"So, what exactly are you supposed to be? Are you a Shadow, or what?" he asks, a certain snark to his voice, and then pauses, surprised at himself. Usually, his programming would force him to a: not ask something so impolite, or b: reword that in a more polite way. This time, the words just kind of tumbled out of his mouth, and even if his face is stuck in its usual, perpetually polite-smile mode...
"Huh."