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[betrayedblade]

[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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[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[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.

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

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.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

See to it something gets done.

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

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

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

I will.

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