[Voice Post]

[eviltriumphs]

Nnngh. Bastard. N-need my. Healing abilities back, ugh.

T-took me forever to dig out that bullet, y-you son of a bitch! HOW DARE YOU PUNCH ME WITH THAT WASHBIN ARM--!!

[Stan pauses, gritting his teeth and breathing heavily.]

H-hero battle indeed. You won't catch me so unprepared next time! WITH YOUR. BOOMSTICK. THING. Ugh. What ever happened. T-to

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[omniconcert]

Stan darling! Where are you?! Don't die!

[eviltriumphs]

Library. Second story. I'm not gonna die you idiot. I'm too good for that.

[omniconcert]

I'm coming, so don't move, okay?

[eviltriumphs]

Like I can.

[pretty_thorns]

Well, well.

You seem to be suffering just fine. But it seems you still don't get the picture.

Discipline is in order, isn't it?

[eviltriumphs]

NOT IN THE MOOD, SCANTILY CLAD WOMAN.

[pretty_thorns]

All the better.

[mrbaseballfan]

You got what you deserved.

...If only because of Hawkeye

Where are you?

[eviltriumphs]

Errgh. I DESERVE BETTER SUFFERING THAN THIS! Ugh. At least there's an adequate amount of blood loss.

Library. Top floor. In the back.

[Commentlog, y/y?]

[mrbaseballfan]

You're an idiot, Stan. You've got people on your back about a kidnapping, and now she did a lot more than get a little roughed up when she fell outta the window.

[And there was the boy, a first aid kit hanging from his hand that was rushed to be put together.]

She was terrified, because she died. Way to go, now you'll get half the city on your butt for this one. Now show me where the injury is.

[COMMENTLOG Y]

[eviltriumphs]

So I've heard. Who the hell dies from falling two stories. Idiot.

[Stan just lies on the floor in a literal puddle of his own blood. One of his shoes lies just beside him, and he's clutching his foot. He's also holding his jaw, glaring at nothing in particular.]

Good. I've earned this, even if half of the people here that are outraged aren't even certified Heroes!! But whatever, I can make do.

[He slowly lifts his hand from the wound, hissing in pain. It's much larger than a bullet wound due to him digging around in it, and a small piece of flesh falls off as his hand is moved away. Ew.]

[eviltriumphs]

Blah blah blah, more empty threats. This is starting to get repetitive. IF YOU'RE GOING TO THREATEN ME, AT LEAST ADD SOME CREATIVITY TO IT!!

Ergh.

[overshadowedboy]

...

Good.

[eviltriumphs]

Slave, I'm in no mood for your silly vendetta against me. NOW HURRY UP AND GET ME SOME GAUZE OR A MAGE OR SOMETHING!

[overshadowedboy]

I'm not going anywhere. I'm still sick... no thanks to you.

[eviltriumphs]

You're lucky I'm a merciful master (and that Ness is coming to get me), otherwise I'd make you drag me all the way to the healing springs. Or find me some healing springs and drag me there.