"I still have the mask," Tannusen noted, "it's a very nice mask."
Had to be, for the homeless bum of a tiger to keep it in his precious cargo space in Jethro's saddlebags.
The tiger swiped his thumb over the screen, flipping to another video. In this, a familiar gigantic white tiger sat patiently in front of some kind of small wall, sideways. A man Cassian had never seen stepped onto screen, bowing to and playing up the crowd. Short, but not as short as Cassian. Thinner, though. Almost creepily so, attenuated beneath his flowing harlequin-patterned coat.
Albino.
That was a thing.
The man tossed an apple at the tiger under-handed and he caught it nimbly in his front teeth, then another apple -- caught on the top of his head. The man brandished a pair of fancy pistols, playing up the crowd more...
"I don't get hit," Tannusen decided to warn Cassian, just in case the priest was anxious. Like, obviously Tannusen was alive, but he could have been wounded--
Then BAM, the apple between his teeth exploded, the bullet burying into the wall. And without any hesitation a CRACK of the second pistol made the apple atop his head blow up as well.
The crowd, though the volume was muted, went ape-shit. Especially since the tiger hadn't so much as flinched, let alone gone after the man who had nothing between him and it.
In fact, the tiger was clearly far more concerned with wiping apple chunks off the top of his head with one big paw, like it was only a mild annoyance. Showmanship.
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Had to be, for the homeless bum of a tiger to keep it in his precious cargo space in Jethro's saddlebags.
The tiger swiped his thumb over the screen, flipping to another video. In this, a familiar gigantic white tiger sat patiently in front of some kind of small wall, sideways. A man Cassian had never seen stepped onto screen, bowing to and playing up the crowd. Short, but not as short as Cassian. Thinner, though. Almost creepily so, attenuated beneath his flowing harlequin-patterned coat.
Albino.
That was a thing.
The man tossed an apple at the tiger under-handed and he caught it nimbly in his front teeth, then another apple -- caught on the top of his head. The man brandished a pair of fancy pistols, playing up the crowd more...
"I don't get hit," Tannusen decided to warn Cassian, just in case the priest was anxious. Like, obviously Tannusen was alive, but he could have been wounded--
Then BAM, the apple between his teeth exploded, the bullet burying into the wall. And without any hesitation a CRACK of the second pistol made the apple atop his head blow up as well.
The crowd, though the volume was muted, went ape-shit. Especially since the tiger hadn't so much as flinched, let alone gone after the man who had nothing between him and it.
In fact, the tiger was clearly far more concerned with wiping apple chunks off the top of his head with one big paw, like it was only a mild annoyance. Showmanship.