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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

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

No need to apologise, mate. The pleasure is all mine, however, I don't believe I got your name.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He thinks for a second.] You may call me Aquila.

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

Does it have a meaning?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

In Italian? It is our word for "eagle."

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

Eagle, huh? That's lovely, Aquila. Not quite the name I was picturing, but I do enjoy it.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I appreciate that, bella.

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

Any time, love. So are you all right?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I am fine, grazie. It's barely a scratch.

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

Just a scratch? Oh well, then that's hardly a reason to worry at all now is it? I was more wondering if you had a place to stay.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I would certainly rather not be where I currently am, so if there is an offer hanging in there somewhere I'll take it.

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

It's certainly an offer, though it's not much for now. I'm over at the Northern Lights Bar. Take Lander Boulevard to Ingles Trail and make a right. You'll hit Bonito Drive. It's a ruddy one way, so you can't really miss it.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

It can't be any worse than this place. [beat] Can it?

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

No, and we might be able to get you a drink at that.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

A drink sounds nice, bella donna~