[15] - [Voice]

[failedcreator]

[Voice. So very pointedly voice. Victor sounds terrible, and in pain.]

I need help. There was a man with a mask and coat. Red. A machine. [Heavy breathing.] I am injured. He hurt Amanda. I cannot find her. [More heavy breathing.] He may be playing his games with her.

[OOC: Well, Victor doesn't realize that the man in the coat is Amanda. He's just

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[deusexmechanic]

[Ffffff, have Harper sounding irate and worried because he kinda likes you, you little jerkface.]

Where are you? Is Data there?

[failedcreator]

Floor eight. Bottom. [He doesn't sound so sure.] Data's here.

[deusexmechanic]

[Imma assume that Data is faster than Harper and you're totally already in the infirmary at this point, but Harper still sprints down to the bottom floor and hunts through a bunch of rooms. Just to make sure. As such, his next reply comes a bit later.]

Tell me-- tell me they've got you drugged outta your mind for this? Just slur, if you can manage it?

[failedcreator]

[Victor, currently being taken to the infirmary, is so confused by the random voice coming out of his journal.] Walking?

[deusexmechanic]

[Lol sorry Victor, your horrible scarring and trauma just wasn't bad enough yet.]

Look... just ignore me and try to relax, okay?

[failedcreator]

Yes. [Pause of pain and thinking.] Do not go near the machine.