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[betrayedblade]

[From the white walls and sterile atmosphere, even if a bit out of order and damaged due to the current events, the location is clearly the hospital. Giovanni is on the floor, a bit bloody and a lot irritated from the looks of it. There is also something else: he looks a whole lot younger than a man of 40 years. A whole lot younger.]

Che diavolo? Che cosa è successo--ugh--dove sono? Maledizione. Odio questo...

[He looks around at his surroundings.]

Principe? Dove sei? Io non ho voglia di giocare qualsiasi gioco di oggi, bambino.

Merda, questo non è buono.

Non ho tempo per questo!

[He starts to leave angrily when he notices the device. He almost leaves it behind but at the last moment seems to decide otherwise and picks it up.]

Qualunque cosa tu sia, amico mio, forse sarai utile. In caso contrario, posso sempre sbarazzarsi più tardi.

Ora, dove vado da qui?

[He walks off and the communicator times out in his hand. Ten minutes later he clicks it back on and stares directly into it.]

What the fuck is going on?



[[What the hell? What happened--ugh--where am I? God damn it. I hate this...

Prince? Where are you? I am not keen to play any game today, child.

Shit, this isn't good.

I don't have time for this!

Whatever you are, my friend, perhaps you are useful. Otherwise, I can always get rid of it later.

Now, where do I go from here?]]

Comments

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Che cazzo!? Who the fuck are you and how do you--

[Wait. That was stupid. He shouldn't give away his name that easily. It's a common name. Stupid, stupid, stupid--

Why is everyone talking in English. This place sucks.]

You the hell are you!

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

Forget me already? And here I was hoping I made an impression last time.

You woke up in the hospital?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Is that what this place is? It's a lousy place to wake up in whatever it is.

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

No kidding. Means you screwed up. I'll be getting you back for that later.

What's the last thing you remember?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

...I'm looking for someone. But it wasn't here. Nowhere near here.

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

Means you're a screw up and you're in trouble. Not sure what I wanna do to you yet.

...Tch, ain't this fun. This ain't Firenze or Italy or whatever hole you usually come from. This is Discedo, you're gonna be here awhile.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I didn't "screw up" anything! And I just dare you to try anything on me, cazzo!

And the person I'm looking for...?

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

I'll get to it, this is kinda short notice. Gotta give me longer than two minutes to think of something fitting old man, hunh?

Might be here, might not. This person got a name?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Old... I'm not old! Do I look old to you?



Medici.

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[...Lol oh man he's going to remember this later. And probably not let it go, regardless of whether or not Giovanni remembers.]

Right, right. Young delinquent, I'll remember that.

Haven't seen anyone named Medici around here, probably still back in your world.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Tch.

That... that is a relief.