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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

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

What language is that? Can you teach me it? I wanna know.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Ah--? [Look, a kid! But not quite the kid he's looking for. :c] It is Italiano. Maybe at another time...

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

[ A very bratty kid. Kadaj gets the brattiness honestly. ]

Why not? It's not like there's anything happening but a bunch of stupid monsters.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Indeed.]

Well, I'm a little disorientated by just getting here. Besides, it'll take more than one day.

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

It took me four days to learn Wutaian. It should be easy enough.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...I don't think I can teach that fast. Try a book.

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

Where can I find a book?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I just got here. A library if the city has one?

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

I don't know if it does. I just got here too and we're heading for the school.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Someone is directing me towards the local tavern. Maybe you can find a book on languages in the school though. A decent place to look for education, don't you think?

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

I suppose... I never been to one before.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

That's a pity.

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

It is? Why?

that is NOT the icon I chose up there. wtf, ty lj.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Never mind.

lj likes doing that

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

I don't see why I need a school.

indeed

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

A private tutor then?

lj is evil

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

I had a couple until I was teaching them stuff so now the old man just lets me learn off the system.

very

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...I see.

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

So you'll teach me, right?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...

[Stubborn kids. Why does he always end up stuck with them? ; ;]

...fine. But later.

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

[ Because they know he will give in to them and be a good teacher? ]

Okay. Now you promised!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[This must be why he grows up to be a happy father of four.]

I--what?! Hey! I... ugghh All right, all right. I promise to teach you after the place settles down a bit.

[withoutawing.livejournal.com]

[ It must be. ]

Sounds good to me!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Fine. He can't help but smile at this.]