betrayedblade | ventinove || video [note: backdated to early sunday morning]

[The post starts with a twirling view of the sky, the ground, the sky again, the ground again, etc as the device bounces on the pavement. It just so happens to land mostly on its side, slightly tilting upwards as it leans against some debris behind it. The shot is perfect for catching a white-hooded man standing with a drawn sword in the distance. His robes are stained with black scuff marks and lots and lots of red blood.

Something has taken a beating, but it looks like it dealt out as much as it received. The Italian drops his form a second later and stands perfectly still, sword tip resting on the ground lazily. His body language depicts he doesn't seem to care about anything right now.

Indeed when he turns towards the communicator a minute later his expression is utterly blank. Its an eerie calm and cold expression with no emotion. Even his eyes reflect a dead golden hue. He walks calmly towards the device, his hand barely holding onto a sword many know he normally takes very good care of but now its practically being dragged across the ground in his limp grip.

He bends down and calmly picks up the communicator, and without even a second glance simply turns it off.]

[[Giovanni has hit rock bottom emotionally. He appears utterly calm and cold, dead even. But in reality he's insane from grief. Provoke him and he will snap. He's somewhere near the big baddie for any up for a commentlog. :3]]

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[After seeing this you're bet your ass she's worried. So she's a bit quiet in talking to him.]

Oy... where are you?

Had enough?

[ ...oh hell. He's going to chance speaking, but...only because he happens to be worried. Sort of.

Only he'll do it really quietly and half-hope he's not heard. ]

Giovanni...?

[There isn't any response to her question. He barely even glances down at the device when it makes noise, accidentally sending a very short and very silent post while he's at it.]

[He isn't even remotely through yet. Whatever it was, it's dead.]

No.

[He doesn't respond to this, just glances down at the device briefly when he hears the noise.]

Here I was about to send an invitation.

[Then it occurs to him he recognized the voice and five minutes later he just barely gives a reply. His voice is low, utterly calm, and mostly dead. Dangerous, in other words.]

You better be sending this from somewhere inside.

To?

Total chaos.

[ Crap. He was right. Better tread carefully...

A little fear facade couldn't hurt ]

Yes, I am. I'm...w-with the others here in Gohl.

Bene. Stay.

[ ...not going to waste any words today, are we? ]

You have my word.

[He seems to muse on that a second before replying.]

Where are you?

[Oh damnit. This isn't a good thing. At all.]

Oh hell. This is a bloody brilliant idea. I'm coming to find you. [Chloe's best idea of the year, am I right?]

Horton.

[Oh, yeah, very much. But those words at least get his attention finally.]

No.

Is it still there?

You don't have much of a choice, love. Those things are out there, and God only knows if you'll be all right.

[She whispers this some.] I'm not letting you go through this alone.

Come see for yourself.

I am quite capable on my own. I am trained for it. I highly doubt you are.

You should stay inside.

...

Very well.

[If you could see her, she's not amused] At least tell me where you are, cowboy You probably shouldn't be off alone.

I'm doing what I can to help, and some how it means making sure you're okay. At least try and take my help.

...

[...What do you even say in situations like these?

It might take her a long time before Nill manages to find the words.]

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[1/2] Oh, Giovanni. ;A;

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