[He doesn't recognize the voice at first, of course he doesn't, the man who raised him has been dead for nearly a year now (months that feel like so much longer). He shrugs off the hand on his shoulder as he stands, turning so he can avoid the touch and step back and face whoever's addressing him all at once.]
Thank you, but I'm fi-- [He'd managed to shove a polite smile across whatever expression he was making, but it falls as soon as he processes exactly who it was who interrupted his derailed train of thoughts.
Yukio grabs behind him for his gun, fumbles with the air for too long as he takes a few slow steps back.
That's---
But it can't be, there's no way, that isn't--
The shock fades, replaced by angry determination as his hand settles on a holy water grenade. Some kind of illusion, hallucination, shapeshifter, something that's sending up an image of the person he least (and most) wants to see right now.]
IS THAT WHAT WE'RE CALLING THIS (also i still do not have enough icons)
Thank you, but I'm fi-- [He'd managed to shove a polite smile across whatever expression he was making, but it falls as soon as he processes exactly who it was who interrupted his derailed train of thoughts.
Yukio grabs behind him for his gun, fumbles with the air for too long as he takes a few slow steps back.
That's---
But it can't be, there's no way, that isn't--
The shock fades, replaced by angry determination as his hand settles on a holy water grenade. Some kind of illusion, hallucination, shapeshifter, something that's sending up an image of the person he least (and most) wants to see right now.]
What are you?