The Director held his good hand in a fist as the blade met his skin, though despite the burning, immediate pain of his skin breaking, he wasn't afraid to watch. His silver eyes that held no clear sign of the pain he was feeling were turned to watch as the blade pushed in near his should, cutting through until his arm was no more. Blood poured in floods, but Rajani had cut it cleanly, something he would not have been able to do at such an angle, and with glass still in his other hand. With a sweep of his remaining arm, the Director brought his jacket around, using it to absorb the blood. "There." He hissed, his voice shaking as he nodded his head in the direction of a trunk low to the ground. A freezer; the man was prepared. Extra limbs from past performer's and members of their audience were kept there, and he required an arm. "Bring one to me, and fasten it here." He said, squeezing the material of his jacket against the absence of his arm.
The Director was not unaware of the snarling and fighting happening just outside the alteration tent, but he wouldn't leave in pieces, as he was. By the sounds of it, it was likely it had gotten out of hand, whatever it was.
. ||Boys and girls of every age,
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?|| .
Styles answered Dale with an almost unnoticeable nod of his head. He would have turned back to the tree boy, but the sudden rush of fighting kept his attention on the fanged boy and Honey. He flinched with every witnessed strike, remembering when fangs not unlike this new beast's had gotten a hold of him. He moved away as the fighting got worse, and when blood was shed, sticking close to Dale's side. He watched them go back and forth, and the approach of Tommy and Shelly. Would Honey suffer the same fate as Mei? Styles was convinced it would turn out that way, but as soon as he had made up his mind, the new boy had calmed and was... apologizing? The magician was left confused, but it was only relief that reached him when the boy headed away. Relief, but relief outmatched by curiosity. The boy had seemed controlled and polite even, when he had walked away that is. Styles picked his way around the mess, following Alden at a careful pace.
. ||So watch my chest heave as this last breath leaves me,
I am trying to be what you're dying to see|| .
(( Cloudwhisper your new character has been added, and the other has been moved to assistant. :'3 I've read everything I think, but it still feels like I'm forgetting something. Was anyone waiting on something? ))
