quarantacinque || video

[betrayedblade]

[The video is dark when the device turns on. Giovanni removes his hand a moment later but the device isn't entirely facing him and the picture is skewed at an odd angle. There is the usual rubble of the worse parts of the town in the background.

The brown bundle off to the side moves slightly and it becomes apparent the shape is that of a man hunched over. It's still hard to distinguish much.]

...sed libera nos a malo.

[The figure coughs violently.]

...libera nos a malo. Avrei...

...

Così è stato questo inferno tutto il tempo? [He begins to laugh harshly and then breaks into more coughing...and what can barely be heard to sound like heartbroken sobbing intermixed.]


[[Note: Giovanni has just come back from a canon update. He has just lived through his death. He is weeping for his dead sons who are not dead here but that is besides the point. He is in his normal clothes--aka, not the assassin's robes--and there is a rather nasty red mark around his neck from where the noose hung him that will be seen in some replies.
tl;dr: He's back from a disappearance of his own.]]

[[Translations: ...and deliver us from evil.

...deliver us from evil. I would have...

So was this hell all along?]]

Comments

[feathersplz.livejournal.com]

[ He's been fiddling with the device for a while now. It's been strange for him to figure out, but at least now he's used to it...whatever it is.

So of course, when he wakes up from a nap to try using it again, this is the first thing he gets. Oh dear... ]

Padre...?

/cries

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...mio bambino? [He swears to God he will not cry anymore but that is harder done than thought. He wishes he could black everything out. He wishes...]

Perché? Perché vorresti fare questo a me?

P--Petruccio? Io sono qui, bambino...

papaaa :<

[feathersplz.livejournal.com]

Padre! It is you!

[ After having been tossed in a cell for no well-explained reason, then tossed into an alien world full of monsters and who-knows-what stalking him around and all sorts of other ominous things, this is surely a comfort to little Petruccio. ]

Where are you?

[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

[What... that was his father, that he knew no doubt but... but he seemed so. So broken. It had been some time since he'd seen him in his normal clothing as well, it was almost strange.]

Padre!

Where are you? Do you need Ezio and I to come to you? [He's worried, it had been a little while since he'd really seen him. With so much going on as of late, it hadn't helped either.]

/excuse him while he's disoriented

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Ezio? Why would Ezio...? No--! Was he caught...?

[Give him a moment to straighten out, sit up, and look around at his surroundings. He closes his eyes briefly and then looks down at the device.]

No... [He shakes his head.] That's not right...

Io non capisco. [...] Yes. That would... that would be for the best.

[dr-seahorse.livejournal.com]

Are you all right?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[The laughter turns harsher, more bitterly sardonic, until the coughing stops it altogether.]

...no.

[video] 1/2

[cantsaygao.livejournal.com]

Giovanni... back...? Back, back! Uryuu!

[video]

[cantsaygao.livejournal.com]

U, uryuu. Giovanni...

Don't sound okay...

[voice]

[aninsidejob.livejournal.com]

Giovanni! [She was worried before when his signal had disappeared.] Bloody hell, love, are you okay?

[video] because he can't be bothered to change its setting right now

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He smirks oddly and holds in a bout of coughing.] ...hardly.

1/2

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

!!!

2/2

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

... You're back.

[ Why yes, he is AWESOME with greeting people back into the city. ]

[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

Gio....

[!!!! !!!]

Giovanni! You're back!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Moa?

Sì, sì... I am back here now.

[Voice]

[postasskicking.livejournal.com]

... ... ...

[That, makes him concerned. And maybe empathetic in a way he's not likely to admit. Very quiet:]

Someone coming to get you?

[Voice]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

You...

[He recognizes that voice even if it has been a while. Not that he isn't thankful to know you're all right but what the hell are you doing back in his hellhole?]

Yes. Ezio, and Federico... and Chloe.

When did you get back?

[video]

[bossyblade.livejournal.com]

[ A gasp followed by the dropping of the communicator. A woman can be seen out of the corner of the camera's eye. Her lovely face is pale, drawn, utterly terrified and shocked with sadness. ]

F-father?

[ The cruelty of this place...will she keep continuing to see these 'living' ghosts? It is a mark of the Assassin she has become that she forces away her distress, approaching and picking up the device again. ]

Giovanni Auditore da Firenze... is that you mio padre or merely a specter of my memory?

[video]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He can't help but stare at the communicator at the familiar and yet all too unfamiliar sight that meets his eyes there. But he would not--could not--ever forget that beautiful face, nor that lovely voice. His daughter--older, only more lovely than last he had seen her, aged like Ezio--

This place. Could not be described in words that fit it.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before replying.]

It is I, cara. I am here... I am...alive.

(shaky) italian.

[eroslegy.livejournal.com]

Sir? Are you alright?

italian.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I--no. Not particularly.

But I will be better now.

[ video ]

[isolatedpiece.livejournal.com]

You're back.. [ She sort of wants to ask if he's alright, but.. the feed already gives it away, doesn't it? So there's just a short pause in which Ange hesitates. ]

It's.. probably better to get inside. Do you need help?

[ video ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...Yes.

[He takes a few deep breaths before replying.]

I believe I have some on the way already.

/arrives on the late bus

[silent-feathers.livejournal.com]

... Giovanni!

[The sound that emitted from her love was so foreign to her ears that it causes her heart to skip a beat and threaten to cease beating all together. Her eyes scan over his entire body to be sure that he had no bodily injures... that is until she saw the distinct red mark that bruised against his neck. The air was literally knocked right out of her and it took her a moment to recover before speaking again.]

I... I will call on your sons to find you. Just stay where you are...

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

M-Maria...

[He looks at the communicator and takes another moment to lock his slipping sanity away before replying. He has to keep reminding himself that this isn't a dream...or hell...or... maybe it is but he can't let it matter. He has to be strong.]

Maria... mia amore...