He didn't think much of the ticket at the time- just some little trinket of man's invention, probably dropped by accident during a trek through the jungle. He'd picked it up carefully in his mouth, intending to bring it to Mowgli- the boy adored manmade objects, collected them like a little bird- and then-
And then-
No matter how dignified and intelligent they are, if you abruptly shove a wild leopard with a healthy distrust of humans into a crowd of them, with no explanation or even a moment to breathe, the reaction is going to be bad.
Bagheera has enough self control to not hurt anyone [unless you give him a reason to], but he's a snarling mass of fury in the middle of the street, his fangs bared and ears back, his fur bristling with panic. He's fully convinced that this is some sort of new man trap and that he's about to be slaughtered, and hasn't even noticed the band on his paw.
Good luck dealing with that.]
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[Once that situation's dealt with, and Bagheera's had time to think, calm down, and apologize, he begins exploring the general area in earnest. At the moment, he seems fascinated by the technology on display.]
Excuse me? Would you happen to know what this thing does?
[It's... a street lamp. And if you decide to answer him, you get the feeling he has a lot more questions of a similar vein to ask.]
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[Bagheera has seen better days.
He didn't think much of the ticket at the time- just some little trinket of man's invention, probably dropped by accident during a trek through the jungle. He'd picked it up carefully in his mouth, intending to bring it to Mowgli- the boy adored manmade objects, collected them like a little bird- and then-
And then-
No matter how dignified and intelligent they are, if you abruptly shove a wild leopard with a healthy distrust of humans into a crowd of them, with no explanation or even a moment to breathe, the reaction is going to be bad.
Bagheera has enough self control to not hurt anyone [unless you give him a reason to], but he's a snarling mass of fury in the middle of the street, his fangs bared and ears back, his fur bristling with panic. He's fully convinced that this is some sort of new man trap and that he's about to be slaughtered, and hasn't even noticed the band on his paw.
Good luck dealing with that.]
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[Once that situation's dealt with, and Bagheera's had time to think, calm down, and apologize, he begins exploring the general area in earnest. At the moment, he seems fascinated by the technology on display.]
Excuse me? Would you happen to know what this thing does?
[It's... a street lamp. And if you decide to answer him, you get the feeling he has a lot more questions of a similar vein to ask.]