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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 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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