[ Werewolves. Vampires. Too fast to follow effectively; he doesn't think there's a 'safe' window anywhere in here to jump in. But Arthur is grateful for the distraction of building annoyance again, staying as directed while White heads into the fray but it seems like even the third party doesn't register much - Eames and presumably Orange only throwing intermittent snaps and snarls of interest at him. Then the unholy trinity of what-the-fuck bowls out of the alley and Arthur follows because what else is he going to do?
What do you know about werewolves Arthur? Um. Silver bullets?
...
Right. Because he carries those on him all the time.
(Maybe he will after this though.)
Okay.
What do you know, period? Eames attacked because of White, one. The other wolf interfered undoubtedly because of White because he didn't go for White or for Arthur, only seemed to be interested in Eames, which could be some kind of pack hierarchy shit but Arthur isn't sure that applies to individual citizens turned...wolf..ish. Hardly look like they'd run together even if they were normally like this.
Mouth curling in a scowl again he pulls his hand away, sticky and red and eyes it thoughtfully just for a second, gaze quickly shunting back toward the rumble of fur and fangs, stepping closer. Not too close - he thinks. Somehow shouting does not seem likely to get through. Depends on how much of Eames is cognizant. White is obviously trying to hold on to the other wolf, which is sort of helpful, but he's got more power packed into his frame than must be normal. Arthur doesn't. He figures it's best not to have any illusions about Eames recognizing him through the haze of aggression; maybe he would but maybe not fast enough. Eames' bad leg carried over into the transformation though. Arthur can see him favoring and he's worried.
Shouting at him might just break his attention in a crucial moment, so he decides not to after all, but if White hasn't magically (vampirically) rolled the other wolf off enough to be called civil, Arthur keeps his eyes peeled for even the suggestion of a moment where he could do something very stupid but very well meaning - tossing one's arm in amongst wolves tending to be the kind of thing that leads to certain stuff...like losing it, for one.]
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What do you know about werewolves Arthur? Um. Silver bullets?
...
Right. Because he carries those on him all the time.
(Maybe he will after this though.)
Okay.
What do you know, period? Eames attacked because of White, one. The other wolf interfered undoubtedly because of White because he didn't go for White or for Arthur, only seemed to be interested in Eames, which could be some kind of pack hierarchy shit but Arthur isn't sure that applies to individual citizens turned...wolf..ish. Hardly look like they'd run together even if they were normally like this.
Mouth curling in a scowl again he pulls his hand away, sticky and red and eyes it thoughtfully just for a second, gaze quickly shunting back toward the rumble of fur and fangs, stepping closer. Not too close - he thinks. Somehow shouting does not seem likely to get through. Depends on how much of Eames is cognizant. White is obviously trying to hold on to the other wolf, which is sort of helpful, but he's got more power packed into his frame than must be normal. Arthur doesn't. He figures it's best not to have any illusions about Eames recognizing him through the haze of aggression; maybe he would but maybe not fast enough. Eames' bad leg carried over into the transformation though. Arthur can see him favoring and he's worried.
Shouting at him might just break his attention in a crucial moment, so he decides not to after all, but if White hasn't magically (vampirically) rolled the other wolf off enough to be called civil, Arthur keeps his eyes peeled for even the suggestion of a moment where he could do something very stupid but very well meaning - tossing one's arm in amongst wolves tending to be the kind of thing that leads to certain stuff...like losing it, for one.]