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[betrayedblade]

[Giovanni stands on the rooftop of Gohl, staring down out into the city streets, the communicator somewhere near his feet. The white Assassin's robes are stained with blood though it's impossible to tell if any of it is his or not--except for a bit on the hood that he obviously used to wipe a cut on his face. A particularly large spot rests on the shoulder with the cape--which, by the way, is missing completely--the rest is scattered. Overall he looks worn-out more than anything else.]

Gohl... should be safe now.

Comments

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Maledizioni!

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

[ Sorry Giovanni he's a bit too worn out to jump very much at that. ]

...beg your pardon?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Fuck.

Tell Maria not to wait up for me.

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Very well. I will.

[ As soon as he can peel himself off the floor, that is. ]