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[betrayedblade]

...perhaps I miss the old routine a bit much. This new one, while nice and cozy, makes only for a decent vacation. Yes, even despite the odd happenstances here and there. It is too...boring.

[He pauses. He's complaining. And he realizes he's turned the communicator without much thinking about it. He was past due for an update anyway, before he discovered for himself just what sort of energy the device packed, and had been thinking about it before he started in on the complaints of this place. Ah well.]

Boring. Listen to me--complaining like some sort of youngster who has nothing better than to get into trouble every day. I converse much too often with giovani here and start to reminiscence on my old lifestyle as if I could get away with what I used to.

[He sighs.] I am getting old. When you start saying 'I'm getting too old for this' it is well past time you are too old for...things.

...Ugh. Now I'm using circular arguments and boring unto death those silly enough to listen to these devices.

[...]

Though I can't help but to miss the action back home. Not just the routine... but the purpose. What purpose is there here?

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[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Or an Immortal, I'd take it.

...how the hell do you know about that? [ THAT WAS CONFIDENTIAL BUSINESS, YO. ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I pay attention. [And he also leaves with the boy in question. He may not have been told but all the signs were there and easy for one so experienced as he to figure out.]

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

...look. I don't know how you found out about what was supposed to be confidential, but I'd appreciate it if ya kept it that way instead of spoutin' it out all over the place.

And show some rrrespect while yer at it.

[ Meanwhile, SOMEONE is going to get a scolding. B| ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I am hardly "spouting it out all over the place"--just to the one who brought it up in the first place.

Not until I am afforded it first, signorina.

[Don't you dare scold my son. That's my job and no one else is allowed to do it. >B|]

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

You obviously don't have any idea who yer talkin' to.

And I'm havin' a harrrd time believin' you'd know about my little "assistant" by just "paying attention." Who the hell are you?

[ She doesn't care, she's President Naja and she can do what she wants! >:O ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

And obviously neither care nor see why it should matter. You have no idea who I am, and perhaps that should be your biggest concern rather than a little respect from someone more experienced than yourself.

Answer that little question on your own and perhaps I'll be impressed enough to lend you a favor or two.

[Not if you've got a blade in your back. >:|]

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Hmph. Feeling's mutual, strrranger. Not that I need any help at the moment. Just do me a favor and don't trrry anything...either on me or on him. He may be inexperrrienced, but he's not incompetent.

[ Was that a threat. B|!!! ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...

[This is Giovanni actually laughing in your face. Rather genuinely amused and uncontrolled. He won't even bother with a real reply just yet.]

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

[ What.

WHAT. ]

Would you mind telling me WHAT IS SO FUNNY?!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I think I would know best, not some stranger. Tu non sei così intelligente per un aspirante patrona.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

[ So now Naja's gone from ticked off to rather confused. ]

...would ya rrrun that my be again in English, please?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Oh-ho. Now she wants to order me around as if that will solve her problems. You do not sound so awe-inspiring now, piccola ragazza.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Oi! Knock it off and start makin' sense!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I am telling you I not afraid of your pathetic mewling.

keywords, man

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

...you better not have just called me a cat.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Or you'll do what exactly, little miss?

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Don't try me, pal. I don't like hurtin' innocent people...assumin' yer innocent in the firrrst place.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. What a good question. Am I an innocent? [He chuckles--darkly.]

No. I believe I am not.

I also believe that for your own well-being you better not try anything. I know where Ezio's loyalties lie better than you.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

...so you do know his name. How?

[ Because believe it or not, she likes the guy. Meaning if you're a threat, she's got her eye on you. ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Again I say you are not so intelligent for an aspiring patron. You should have more sense than that.

Figure it out for yourself.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

...Hmph. Fine, then; I will. Don't think I'm not keepin' my eye on you.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles.] Oh, I have no fear of that. None at all.

And since you will need as much luck in that feat as entirely possible: buona fortuna, piccola sigorina.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Good. Just don't do anything stupid, or I'll know.

[ She doesn't really respond to that. URGH something about this man grates and yet it's so familiar B| Which only makes it grate more. ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Like father, like son--or in this case: like son, like father.]

You won't even know I exist~.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

You'd better hope I don't!