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impure_tale ([personal profile] impure_tale) wrote2011-06-01 08:35 pm

166 - Audio

(set after this thread)

[The sound cuts in to the din of an angry dog barking somewhere in the background, but it is not long before haggard breath can be heard, then finally]

...doctor.

[Another gasp, a strained groan.]

I n..nneed a doctor..

(ooc: So the Marquis just got the crap kicked out of him by Sexby, over a leftover incident from the Masterworld plot a year ago. Yay continuity!)

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[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[A groan, he does finally open his eyes. The pain at this point, because he's been still for the last few minutes, is starting to die into just numb, itchy hotness. If anything moves, of course, the real pain comes out. He grimaces.]

Iago?

[He really wants to go to sleep.]

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[identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Muttered.] Merda. [Then, in a bolder tone:] What happened? [He put a hand on the Marquis'...just for reassurance.] Who did this?

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[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Hm? [He starts to sit up and immediately regrets that. He hisses in pain and sinks back down.] Minor argument. [At least he thinks. Probably not the best moment to try to insert humor. A wince.] Edward Sexby.

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[identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
This is not a minor argument. [He glances to the door.] A doctor will...be here soon. [He didn't know that for sure, of course. But he was going to hope.]

What was the argument about? [He would deal with Sexby later. For now, though, he had to stay calm.]

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[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
A matter between myself and his wife. [He grunts.] A matter I thought closed when you and Judas were brought back to the Barge.

[Finally he picks up on the background noise, mainly because he'd like for there to be a little less noise all-around right now.]

Iago...let Renate out before she worries herself sick. I am not going anywhere.

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[identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Iago had all but forgotten about the dog by now and stood up, shutting the Marquis' main door and opening the bathroom door instead. Now that he was sure the Marquis was going to be awake for a while, he felt comfortable enough to do so.]
championoftime: (7.2 - tietug)

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[personal profile] championoftime 2011-06-02 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
[The Doctor barges in, hesitating only for a moment when he saw Iago, medical kit in hand.] Let me have a look at him. Do you know what happened here? [He caught the beginning of the conversation before he set out, but not much of the rest. But it does look as though the Marquis has been thoroughly beaten.]

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[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Marquis squinted a little as another man approached, just in time for his dog to hurry over and sniff at him to assess the damage. She wined and lapped at his face, making him grimace. He uttered her name and she instead worried his hand, pushing her nose under his fingers]

Had a fall, Doctor.

[He laughed a little.]

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[identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Iago walked over and tried to pull the dog away to let the Doctor see what was going on. He stayed silent, his caring side retreating in the presence of the stranger.]

A fall. [He repeated that with more than a bit of sarcasm. But he wouldn't reveal what the Marquis told him. He was already out for blood.]
championoftime: (7.2 - sneak?)

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[personal profile] championoftime 2011-06-02 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, well... I'm to have a stern word or two with the floor when this is all over. [He leaned over the Marquis to use a medical scanner on him, nodding at Iago as he pulled the dog away.]

I'm afraid the "fall" gave you a concussion, Mr. de Sade. We'll have to treat you in the infirmary.

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[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Monsieur Sexby paid me a visit. [He said this with greater seriousness, and at the doctor's suggestion that he be treated in the infirmary he laughed a little again. That time it hurt.]

I do not think I shall be moving soon, Doctor. Something broke and I am a little afraid to sit up.

[Renate allowed herself to be herded back away though she hovered just out of reach of the others, making low sounds.]

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[identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
You're going. [Iago spoke softly, though he knew he really didn't have any say in this.] They have....[He searched for the words.] those beds that move. They can take you there.
championoftime: (7.2 - intense glare)

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[personal profile] championoftime 2011-06-03 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, a trolly. [He motions to Iago.] I'm going to administer some anaesthetics, I want you to go get me one. I can help move him onto it and finish once the bed is down and finish bringing him up.