[ He turns, and there is a gentleman there. All dressed properly to the point where it almost looks like he's wearing a costume of himself, with a finely waxed mustache and a pair of pince-nez.
And then he looks away from him and back to his task, because somehow the tiger is moving again. Faster than before, accounting for its injured leg now, as it it's no longer working from a dead thing's flawed instincts but being controlled-
The man pays no heed to this and instead leans over the tamer's corpse, tutting quietly, and places a pill into the man's mouth before striking his wrist with the reflex hammer. It twitches. ]
Oh, but is the human body not a splendid thing? Look at you, my man, a full recovery!
[ -Trevor can't really turn to pay attention to this, though, because the tiger is moving faster than it was before. It pounces, and it's all he can to to stop its jaws with his arm to keep it from snapping them closed on anything more vital. ]
no subject
And then he looks away from him and back to his task, because somehow the tiger is moving again. Faster than before, accounting for its injured leg now, as it it's no longer working from a dead thing's flawed instincts but being controlled-
The man pays no heed to this and instead leans over the tamer's corpse, tutting quietly, and places a pill into the man's mouth before striking his wrist with the reflex hammer. It twitches. ]
Oh, but is the human body not a splendid thing? Look at you, my man, a full recovery!
[ -Trevor can't really turn to pay attention to this, though, because the tiger is moving faster than it was before. It pounces, and it's all he can to to stop its jaws with his arm to keep it from snapping them closed on anything more vital. ]