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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Music Room
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Constitution, Dexterity, Intelligence
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 2
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	The loud, flat sound of spark set to powder deafened Swamp, if but for a fraction of a second. He barely registered the commentary made by his all too eager "medical assistant", recalling it in hindsight after a foreign object tore into his side. Such audacity! Such unnecessary and fruitless betrayal! Why she would choose that highly uncertain moment, and [i]him[/i] of all people as a target was utterly beyond his superior intellect to fathom. Yet her words left no chance for error in determining intent. Swamp used the fraction of a moment that it took to hit the wall and regroup to assess himself, and the appropriate course of action. 

	Titian had apparently used the moment to run through the door (note, [i]door[/i], not door[i]way[/i]), shrieking like a debutante in a leper colony. It seemed he had some things to assess for himself, too. 

	It was a momentary hover against the wall, friction keeping him standing for just a short moment before his inevitable slide down the vertical surface to roughly come to rest, sitting upon the floor. Beneath his mask, eyes darted around his surroundings, taking in the tiniest details that could be brought to bear favorably upon his situation. Despite his position, sitting and bleeding upon the floor, the Doctor began to giggle softly. It was fast turning to the quietly maniacal, as if his vantage had allowed for clarity somehow and he was now the keeper of a tawdry secret. He could clearly hear the words of Titian and Jasper in the next room, but seemingly ignoring them, he addressed the lady who had just shot him. [color=7d6c00]"Indeed it is fun, Professor. [i]But not for the reason you might think[/i]."[/color] Pain tinged his words as he spoke louder, that others nearby might hear, [color=7d6c00]"You mustn't blame [i]yourself[/i], Professor. It was a honest mistake. Thank you for trying."[/color] Dr. Swamp's mask slowly bobbed up and down once as he nodded at the woman, eyes fixed with a mirthful, knowledgeable look.