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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]

I am fine.

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

You had me worried, cowboy. You look like hell... do you need anything?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He glances down at his bloody attire.] It's not mine. [Most of it.]

I do not think so. What about you?

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

[She sighs, looking slightly more relieved.]

I think I'm fine, for now. Not the first time I've been shot at.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Very well. If you think of anything, let me know. I will help you all I can.

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

The same goes for you, cowboy. I don't mind giving you a hand every now and then.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He just smiles softly in reply.]

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

[She smiles back. At least he was smiling.]