004; hunt

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[the Master is here, sans gloves and with his claws fully visible. he seems to be moving about in a more careful, precise way - similar to a large cat preparing to strike]


I don't appreciate things moving onto my territory. If for some reason I am needed... I'll be busy hunting.

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[watches in horror because good fucking God he just ATE HIS ARM but he's lost too much blood and he can't feel anything, not to mention his vision is going. and he wants to say "Go to hell, you Goddamned bleedin' faerie" or "I hope you choke, you nonce bastard" and leave all macho-like cause damnit, he's the Gene Genie, but he can't make his mouth form the words and instead he just gasps and chokes, unable to even grab his gun to take a shot at the bastard that killed him. because Gene Hunt? has just died, and lies sprawled on the ground at the Master's feet, arm still tucked protectively beneath him as the life twitches out of him. his eyes remain open.]

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[and we can just say for whatever length of time, he's ... having dinner.]