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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

[Video | Italiano]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Ksh.

I may look like the days of my youth, but I assure you, I'm pushing thirty.. if the years I've spent here even count.

Archbishop Enrico Maxwell.

[Video | Italiano]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

If you say so, ragazzo.

That's a high claim.