[Action] 3rd Transmission

[bot_builder]

[Jack limps into the infirmary, half covered in mud. His wrists, just visible from under his coat sleeves, are red and raw. He's sort of cradling his left arm (from which a bit of blood is dribbling off).]

Hey, anyone here? A guy just tried to kill me.

[He looks around.]

[[He's also left a trail of muddy bootprints and blood drops out in the hallway, in case anyone wants to have followed that.]]

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gon' be busy the next few days so this is a placeholder sorry :(

[youngnobelman]

[Touma comes out from his office holding his laptop, and only barely manages to put it down on a table rather than drop it at the sight of Jack.]

What happened-- are those burns?

[He glances behind his new patient and, seeing the trail, rolls his eyes and types something on his laptop, paging a janitor, before moving to Jack.]

is cool |D

[bot_builder]

Huh?

[He looks himself over before realizing Touma's talking about his wrists.] Oh. I guess in a way, maybe? I had to pull them out of these rock cuffs he was making. Can you get rock-burns...?

Mostly what I'm worried about right now is my arm. [He holds it up a little more.] He stabbed me.

rightio!

[youngnobelman]

[Rock burns. It sounds possible, similar to rope burns, but obviously not the priority right now. Touma puts on a pair of gloves before grabbing dressing, bandages, and tape.] Let's get that coat off so I can have a proper look at it.

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla is on the way to the infirmary to pick up some bandages for Fight Club when she notices the trail and speeds up.]

Who tried to kill you?

[bot_builder]

[Jack startles a little and looks back awkwardly. He wasn't expecting to get a reply from behind him.]

Aah, some guy who thinks I pulled a prank on him. So naturally, when I deny it, he stabs me. Most natural response in the world. [He rolls his eyes.]

[fashionably_strong]

...um. Do you want to file a report or something? In the meantime, I can help with some first aid and a cure spell, at least.

[Magic wasn't her forte and it wasn't something she relied on in battle. Still, Fight Club had made it necessary to be capable with restorative magic.]

[worthyheir]

[It had been a while since Damian had seen what was clearly a trail made by someone wounded, so you bet your ass he'll follow it to the infirmary, where he pokes his head in to see who got injured, and more importantly...]

What happened to you? [Sorry Jack, he sounds like he doesn't particularly care.]

[bot_builder]

[He startles a bit at hearing a voice behind him before turning around.]

Some guy. He thought I gave him a prank alarm clock, so of course he hunts me down and stabs me. Agh.

[He staggers a little and limps over to a chair to sit.] Honestly, some people have no concept of a reasonable reaction. [He doesn't sound particularly like he expects Damian to care, either.]

[worthyheir]

It depends on the alarm clock you built. His reaction would hardly be unreasonable if it harmed him first.

[bot_builder]

[Jack pouts a bit. The "I didn't do it" defense is probably not going to be believed here. Hey, it's rarely believed about him in general, even when he really didn't do it. Fiiiiine, he'll come clean about the clock. Might as well avoid the "monstrous liar" reputation.]

The thing was harmless! I originally build it for me. Instead of ringing, some tentacles pop out and poke you. That's it. It's just something to startle you awake.

Of course when he found me he morphed it with his magic he won't call magic and gave the thing blades. Honestly. Some people.

[worthyheir]

[Damian is actually--gasp--listening to Jack's explanation, but that doesn't make him feel any better about the situation...] Why in the hell would you create something like that in the first place?

The other me is in charge of the disciplinary committee, so take the stabbing issue up with him.

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[seethelanterns]

[And Rapunzel bites her lip, hurrying over when she sees Jack enter.] Who did--never mind. Just...sit down and I can...I can help. [Gathering up her hair in her arms as she speaks to be able to wrap it around his injuries.]