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[Iago sounds...tired. He's in the second floor common room, for anyone who sees, and he's trying not to bleed on the furniture. TRYING.]

I killed Crane. [He couldn't sound more gleeful if he tried.] Someone gave the idiot coward a knife and he stabbed me.

[He sighs.] So before I go to zero, I might need someone to look at this.

[OOC: This comes after this log. It's still in progress, but...to keep the timelines going, I'm throwing this up here. Iago's probably not going to respond much or for very long to people he doesn't trust. He has a habit of going quiet after he's done bad things. :C ]

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
[The Marquis tugged on the wrappings a little to make them a little tighter, just to make a point.]

You know I would not fault you for defending yourself. The least you could do is be less smug about it.

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[Iago's eyebrows shot up a bit.]

Oh, Marquis, I'm so very tempted to let you think that. But...well, when Crane wakes up and talks, I'm sure he'll say it. And I'll just be in more trouble.

I went in with the intention of killing him. It was just unfortunate that he had the knife.

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
[He slapped him, hard.]

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[Iago hadn't been expecting that and he stared up at his warden after, completely speechless for a good half a minute.]

Don't be so surprised. [He rubbed at the spot on his cheek.]

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
I'm not surprised. I'm disgusted and disappointed.

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[He rolled his eyes.] It's just Crane. And it's just a murder.

What does it matter anyway? You wardens seem to be fine with it now anyway.

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
[The Marquis stopped himself lashing out again, but only just, and it was obvious.]

NEVER liken me to them, Iago. I am your Warden, not any of them! Murder is beneath you, no matter who it is. Do you understand me?

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[He scoffed, actually flinching a bit until he saw the restraint.] Now what are you going to do? That doctor is on his way.

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
As soon as he has checked you, you're going to Level Zero.

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[He couldn't help it. He smirked a bit.] Do I get another shirt?

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
You can go naked for all I care. Now shut it.

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com
[Arriving in the common room, Black Jack sees the two of them standing and heads over. He'd ask which one was the wounded one but simply looked for the one with blood on his shirt.]

Can you lift your shirt please?

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[Iago stood up again and raised his shirt, showing where the Marquis had tied it up to stop the bleeding. The wound wasn't deep and hadn't hit anything vital. Thankfully. He was absolutely silent now.]
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
[The Marquis sat back to watch the man work. Renate panted at his side, sitting and waiting patiently.]

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Date: 2011-07-22 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com
[Carefully removing what was covering the wound, Black Jack inspects it carefully.]

It doesn't appear deep, that's good.

[He goes to his bag now and pulls out a needle and a small vial.]

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Date: 2011-07-22 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[Iago eyed the vial warily and stepped away casually. He didn't speak, but medicines of any kind made him wary.]

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Date: 2011-07-22 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com
Don't worry. It's just a local anesthetic. It'll make the area around the cut numb while I clean it and stitch it shut.

I can do it without if you want, but it'll probably be rather painful without it.

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Date: 2011-07-22 10:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[He gave no indication either way and just set his jaw a bit, letting the doctor do what he wanted.]

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Date: 2011-07-22 01:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
[The Marquis, finally unable to take it any longer, sits down on one of the couches. He wouldn't look at Iago, and Renate pushed her nose under one of his hands, ears laid back.]

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Date: 2011-07-22 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com
[Well, it's not the first time he's had less than eager patients, so he very calmly and professionally goes about giving him the anesthetic, a few small injections around the area of the wound. The effect is almost immediate. Putting on gloves, Black Jack cleans everything thoroughly, sliding in a finger to make certain that the wound isn't too deep then proceeds to stitch it shut.]

Even though the stitching is small, you'll want to avoid doing any sort of exaggerated movements that might cause them to tear and reopen the sound.

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Date: 2011-07-22 05:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[Iago closed his eyes as the area went slightly numb, a feeling he absolutely hated. These doctors and their medicines. But he was cooperative and stayed still until he had finished.]

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Date: 2011-07-22 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com
[Once he's bandaged up, Black Jack puts everything back into his bag and stands up.]

All done.

[Since Iago's being silent, Black Jack directs his farewell to the Marquis.]

Good night.

[Exit, stage right.]

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Date: 2011-07-22 11:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
[The Marquis rose, taking up the end of Renate's leash and leaning on his cane.]

Come, Iago.

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Date: 2011-07-22 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[Once the doctor left, Iago spoke again.] I can take Renate, Marquis. [He put a hand to his side, wincing a bit.]

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Date: 2011-07-23 03:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
But you're not going to. Head toward the lift.

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