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[betrayedblade]

[Giovanni's hand manages to turn on the video function through it's fumbling with the communicator as he reaches out for it. Not what he intended but it will have to do.

He looks like shit and feels worse. There are dark spots on his gloved hand from coughing up blood and his breath is coming in short gasps. He swallows and it takes him a while to actually finish the gesture thanks to cotton mouth. It doesn't look like he's moved in some time now, much less been able to fetch himself water to keep hydrated with.

He tries to sit up to address the communicator but collapses back down and gives up moving anymore altogether.]

...not s'well... [coughcough] not...apartm-- [coughHACKcoughcough] nngh... M' dispiace.

[He reaches out to the communicator, fumbling it a bit, and then getting a grip on it to pan the view. He's huddled up in an some anonymous warehouse near the docks. It was as far as it got on his way back home after chatting with Knowlton. He thought he was stopping to simply rest--he never got back up again.]

N-not... not sure how-- [He coughs some more, this time blood specks the corner of his mouth before he wipes it away with his glove.] long be safe 'ere. But--

[This time he doesn't stop coughing, and instead simply shakes his head and waves his other hand in a 'no, no' fashion before stamping off the device with awkward motions.]

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[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

Papa!

[He's not feeling well himself, but hardly to this extent! And as much as he isn't keen on venturing out into the city, he can't leave his father like this. He'll grab Ezio and have him help him find Giovanni if he must, their father can't be left out there!]

Merda! Where are you?! We'll come to you-- [And he's looking away from the communicator, voice trailing off a bit as he peers for Ezio, then he's calling for his brother, sure he's seen as well.]

We're heading out now! [Finding where he is can come as they go.]

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[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

N-no... [It's all he manages before just concentrating on breathing.]

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

[ He was actually about to contact Giovanni for something...and completely, totally forgot what it was gonig to be about. Eald does not like what he sees. At all.

Every Zilart profanity in the book is going through his head right now. Every. Single. One. ]

Damn it... GIOVANNI! What the hell--

[ ...oh screw it he's out the door. Be it to look for the man or just. Doing something. Sitting still and staying in his room just doesn't feel right after seeing that. ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Again Giovanni waves his hand back and forth frantically as he coughs some more, shaking his head 'no, don't.' It's all he can manage.]

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[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

[He's coughing a bit, grabbing up his communicator, and the two eldest sons of Giovanni are quick to head out. A little weak, no thanks to being sick himself, Federico isn't as fast on his feet, nor as strong when it comes to hauling himself up to race across roofs.]

We can't leave you out there, [Where ever that was.] you're not well!

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

[ Unfortunately, the gesture is only making Eald'narche more worried. Well...worried in a twisted sense; the magicite has robbed him of most of his sentimentality so he has other things that are making him worry. At least he can still act the part. ]

Mother of...

[ The rest of whatever he was going to say is all garbled in Zilart, but he doesn't particularly care to use the correct language. He's in too much of a hurry. ]

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[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Neither are you! [Yelling only makes him cough even more, but he fights it down this time.] Stop, Federico. Go back... stay where it is safe./i> If you get caught out here...

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Don't. [He wheezes once before continuing.] Come out here. I don't want--

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[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

[He does stop, only because it's not easy running and jumping and climbing when yelling back and forth with your father over this communicator. Slightly bent, a hand on one knee, he's panting, coughing.]

I'm-- [Hack hack.] F-Fine! Ezio has his blade if there is anything to stand in our way! [Speaking of his brother, he can be heard urging Federico to stop arguing with their father and to get moving once more.]

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[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I said no! [That is a very deliberate yell-command and it leaves Giovanni panting for breath but by sheer will alone he manages not to cough.] I will not have you getting any worse...

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to get hurt. Stop talking.

[ No, he won't bother hiding that emotionlessness with his usual facade.

He's already narrowing down places. It looks like one of the warehouses...and there were only so many of those in the city. He could search them one by one, from the outside; if any of them had something inside of it...

What was he even doing this for again? Oh, right. ]

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[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

[Both sons jump slightly, the command getting through quite clear to them. Federico goes to 'but papa' at Giovanni, but Ezio is grabbing his arm off screen, motioning with his head for them to keep going. Not that their luck will land them any where near their father.]

... keep your communicator on, so we can at least see that you're alright.

[If this was considered alright. His tone is that of a kicked dog, but it makes it seem more believable that he's listening to his father, and not turning the video feed off to follow after Ezio, further into Discedo.]

[rogue-scion.livejournal.com]

Giovanni...

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I'm not worried about you getting hurt. I-- [He coughs and closes his eyes as he concentrates on deep breaths for a few seconds.]

...don't. I'll be fine.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Giovanni seems to consider this for a moment.] Very well...

[He lays back and tries to relax. It's hard with his chest on fire and coughing fits keeping him from truly relaxing for more than two seconds at a time but he stays lying down and keeps the communicator on for Federico's sake.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...Che? [cough cough]

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

So you say. Sorry, Giovanni. I can't do that.

[ Well, he can figure what Giovanni's trying to tell him, so there's a slight change in plans.

Find the warehouses. Locate him. If for some reason this plague turns into anything CLOSE to what happened last October, he'll know where Giovanni is. He never thought he'd have to use the Whisper like this, but there was a first for everything.

So he's running to each one. Closing his eyes, holding one hand up...nothing, just the same dissonance in the rest of the damn city. One down, how many to go? ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He grinds his teeth and glares at the communicator as best he can under the circumstances. Damn you, Eald'narche. Damn you.]

[adventlead.livejournal.com]

Oh! You're dying.

...

Have fun with that!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...

[Kadaj. Oh, Kadaj. One day he is going to snap and throttle you. But today is not that day. He is just going to stare at you maddeningly and try not to cough for more than four seconds.]

[adventlead.livejournal.com]

However, I do have a present for you. It's the least I could do.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...?

[He lifts an eyebrow in silent question. What is this nonsense now.]

[adventlead.livejournal.com]

[Kadaj smiles and holds the communicator away, before stabbing himself in the chest.]

Maybe I can die before you.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He closes his eyes, squeezes them shut more like, but not forever. He can't. His odd sense of honor forces him to watch. But it doesn't keep him from showing how sad and disappointed he is at the action.]

[adventlead.livejournal.com]

[He crumples against the wall, bringing Souba up to his face with a trembling arm with a mumbled apology.] I don't want to see anymore people die, I don't want to watch.