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[This is for anyone who would know (family, Kadaj, Eald, Chloe?, anyone who would try to keep up with him) that by now he's been found and drug back to the hospital (by Kadaj) to get better. He's still horribly sick but there isn't much of a way for him to keep people away other than griping their ears out (when he isn't coughing out a lung) since he's bedridden. He is definitely upset that he cannot keep up with what is happening outside and being sick isn't fun so he's not in the best of moods, not even remotely. But if you want to bug him or update him on what is happening he'll receive you (not that he has a choice). He'd really like it if someone did that last suggestion.]

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Poor uninformed you. Basically, people were double crossed and as usual too stupid to see it. How predictable is that?!

[Giovanni practically mimics Eald's expressionless when he hears the words he was dreading. Except for him it is possible to tell, just barely, that it is Giovanni's way of reacting because he is upset. Anger, jealously, resentment, and sadness flash through his eyes quickly before settling on nothing at all.]

How unfortunate. [His voice is flat, hiding.] ...they always give what no one wants.

It is a cycle that always occurs no matter how much planning goes into the endeavor. It is a calculated guess on the chessmaster's part, blind faith in the naive. So which was it this time I wonder. [Mused more to himself than Kadaj.]

More to the point: what is being done about it.

[ Eald'narche was wary of whatever reaction he might receive, and had barely - just barely - kept whispering until he received a more outward response. But he DID pick up on something. Something very, very brief. Odd. Quickly retreating his mind, Eald'narche shook his head in response. ]

I know. I'll miss him too, you know. [ Or at least, he'd try to. ] And I'm not any happier with the scientists than anyone else. Given the chance, I'd be more than happy to dispose of them myself. The same with our little kidnapper.

[ No hint of remorse. There's the briefest sensation in the air, perhaps a bit of stray static electricity...but it leaves almost as quickly as it came. ]

But of course, that will all have to wait.

Think too hard and you may just die from the sickness.

Escorting the sick and stuff. Same stuff that's always done.

[Giovanni shifts slightly in place.]

I cannot help this time; I am unfortunately stuck here with no way of preforming my duties, not accurately. It would not work out so well I think.

Someone else will have to do something.

[He actually rolls his eyes.] Doubtful.

That is all well and fine. I mean with the rest of it. Or do you even know? [A little taunting to get you to do better than that?]

Edited 2010-09-13 02:05 (UTC)

About our mischief-maker? I'm sure it will be taken care of, one way or another. After all, the scientists do care at least a sliver about their little lab rats...

[ He turns around, looking the other way. ]

I shouldn't stay here for long. I have things to take care of, and you need to recover.

[That gets him to smirk.] Childish.

It's not really in my place to know. If they were kidnapped, it's their own fault for being stupid enough to give someone that chance. [A shrug, but he adds.] I guess they're being rescued by someone who wants to be a hero.

[Again Ezio cannot find words, or more correctly the words he wants to say won't help, so he keeps silent and continues to gaze steadily at his father. He can read some of the small signs of Giovanni's discomfort but he knows there is more to it than just the illness. That feeling of not knowing, of being helpless.

Despite all his new experience and the advantage of years, Ezio finds himself looking to Federico, forever his older brother in his own mind, for guidance expression imploring. 'What do I say? What do we do?'

See to it something gets done.

[He closes his eyes; it's a dismissal if ever there was one.]

Most children like heroes. And/or want to be them.

But as you have no desire, I suppose you'll just have to find something else to occupy your time. Whatever will you do? [Sarcastic, snippy, and dry are adequate words to describe his tone of voice.]

[ The dismissal doesn't go unnoticed. Eald'narche nods. ]

I will.

[ And just like that, he vanishes, not really bothering to use the door. ]

Most children? What do you know of most?

I had planned to keep you from getting too bored. But, if you want me to leave...

[And for the first time, since coming to this world and this city, Federico felt like the big brother again. Ezio looking to him for an answer to the awkward silence that had fallen between them and their father. He just gives him a quick smile before stepping up closer to Giovanni's bed, having a bit of a look around, his eyes moving to inspect the bed his father was laying on.]

Better, but not yet well. [He places a hand on the side of the bed, tilting his head a bit looking down at his father.]

Since you'll be resting up, is there anything we can do, papa? [He grins a little.] Besides get out of your hair. You kept us away before, we need to at least see you for a few moments, before you shoo us away, no?

[Giovanni actually seemed to shrink back when Federico peered down at him; it wasn't a recoil just the natural reaction from disliking admitting that there was actually more wrong with him than he would openly admit. His eyebrows furrow at Federico's cheeky behavior.]

You do realize that as soon as I am out of this bed I am going to pay you ten-fold for whatever nonsense you put me through. [And people wondered where the Auditore brothers got their infectious "pout" from that enabled them to get away with just about anything: their father if today was any indicator. His frown was of the type that knew they were about to get anything and everything they deserved for misbehaving and there was nothing he could do about it but accept it.] If anything will ever turn my hair grey early it will be you two. [But he grinned at the last.]

Edited 2010-09-14 16:40 (UTC)

I have four of my own and have dealt with more. I am more than entitled to make comparisons based on the subjective "most" region of conjecture.

And how do you plan to do that when there isn't much to keep a bedridden person occupied in the first place?

What do you consider your own? I'm so curious.

I could talk and keep you distracted.

My own children--the ones my wife gave birth to!

In Italiano if you will, or you can leave. [We're going to do something useful or you get out and leave me to rest.]

I never had birth parents.

But I'm not that good.

That is if you can catch us first.

[Ezio seemed to perk up at his father's response and Federico's nonchalance in handling the situation did wonders for whatever road block was holding him back. He crossed to the other side of the bed and actually took a seat on the bed near Giovanni's knees. He smiled, all innocence, up at the older assassin.]

I like to think of more like we keep you on your toes, we prevent grey hairs, really. Right Federico?

Si, prevent that and keep you young and spry. [Not that he was saying you were old, Giovanni... but he wasn't saying you were young.]

Though there will be no pay back for our misbehavior until you're well and able. [In which he wonders how long that will be.] The dottori, how long do they say you'll be here, papa? How long until they decide we can drag you home? [A soft chuckle.] Or until you think yourself well enough and you come home on your own.

[Gee, thanks you two. :|]

I do not know, I did not listen to them when I was first dragged in here. [His eyes dart anyway and he shrugs nonchalantly.] I will leave when I feel like it and not a moment later. That is that.

Edited 2010-09-17 17:23 (UTC)

Then it is time to practice. You wanted to be taught, did you not?

I did.

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I need to track this thread or something because I fail!

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/pat pat

someone let me know if I get too cheesy. /headdesks ...and don't ask about the icon IDEK

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I think there is no "too cheesy" indicator with the Auditores.

Never. Nothing is ever too cheesy for them.

Oh, good.

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