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

[betrayedblade]

[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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[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

He's in the cellar.

[You will be, too, if you keep annoying him.]

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[You can try and get him in a cellar, but it won't work out so well no really, Prydain'd probably keep the doors locked and refuse to let him in lmao.]

That doesn't look like the cellar. What're you doin'. You think you're some kind of knight who's gonna make this all go away on his own? There's a point where you've gotta let go of the dream Giovanni.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He laughs. It is not a happy sound. Nor sarcastic. Just creepy.]

You think I have illusions of grandeur? I think you don't know me so well.

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

Then how about givin' me a reason less you ain't got one. So far all I'm seeing is a dumb old man who's too stupid to realize when he's makin' a mistake.

Well!?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Not a mistake.

Yours is thinking I plan on surviving.

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

... [Okay he just laughs. Honestly, out of everything he's heard lately...]

Guess you forgot you're in Discedo. Oh you're gonna survive Giovanni. Die as many times as y'want. Think it'll get you something?

You'll just keep showin' up at the hospital every time. Course I gotta wonder about your friends while you're off being stupid. This city is fallin' apart. Pretty funny don't you think! Everyone acts like they know this place like the back of their hand, same old same old, but when trouble comes callin' just look what happens.

They fall to pieces. I ain't seen a more pathetic place in my life.

You're running in the lead for the most pathetic award though, gotta say. Don't think I've seen anyone make it to levels quite this stupid yet, heh. I'll see you at the hospital old man.

[Where he will punch you :| Or try to lol.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[...Lol not the answer he expected ohgod what does he say to this even-]

Tch. Try me.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[...]

Nothing in life matters more to a father than his children. Not friends, not other family, not loyalties. The people here mean nothing compared to that one life or set of lives. He would give anything to make everything right for them.

I don't feel shame saying that. I don't care who overhears that I would condemn over my children's safety.

Take that away, and there is nothing left.

I don't care anymore.

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[The hell did he just listen to. But he thinks he gets it. ...Tch, didn't know Giovanni had any actual family in town.]

Guess when he shows up at the hospital it'll just be me an' him then. You can come over when you're done being stupid.

[...]

It ain't that bad y'know. [The dying he means. Hurr he's done it after all.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

And how quickly was your death compared to that of others? Don't try to mock me!

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

A death's a death Giovanni. Life is pain. No one is an exception. Aren't you too old for these games?

He will come back and he'll be wondering where the hell you are. Y'want I can tell him you're busy being suicidal, ain't my son after all.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

No. You're wrong.

Death isn't a game. It should never have become one. And I will not abide by someone else's rules! You don't play God!

[He's silent for a moment and then speaks softly once more.]

And I won't play your head-games anymore. Vaffanculo.

1/2

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

...

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

There ain't no head games here Giovanni. Lemme make this clear to you: I find your son I will tell him where you are and what you're doing. How he takes that [shrug] ain't my problem is it. Do you think I care? Heh... Cause I really don't. Here's hoping he doesn't rush out and get himself killed again, hunh? I ain't running no help service here for the newly revived.

I did tell you to do something and you are noticeably not doing it though. You're not doing anything.

...So maybe I should pay you back some. Whattaya think? Bet I could find a way to make it painful. [Such a very clear threat here, he's not joking.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

You do not command me, whelp.

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

Don't I? You do help me out a lot old man, hah. For someone who doesn't take orders it's pretty suspicious.

So what's this kid of yours look like, hunh? Think I might wanna meet him!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Stay away from him.

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

Give me a reason.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Because I will kill you. Repeatedly if need be.

|D lol it's cool ♥

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

Would that be before or after you killed yourself? Can't say I'm too afraid of a dead man.

♥ so so sorry /total derp X3

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I'm not dead yet.

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[He just laughs. It's not a nice laugh.]

I'll give you five minutes, or are you so pathetic you need ten?

Don't worry, I'll take care of your son when he shows up at the hospital. Can't be too many people reviving that I don't recognize. Wonder what the look on his face'll be, probably pretty funny.

You just work on dyin' Giovanni.

[Hanging up on you btw.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Bastardo!

[He utterly hates you right now and if he sees you anytime soon your guts will be his play things. He's not sure whether he believes Seifer or not, or whether the threat is real. A part of him wants to make sure anyway; another excepts its just a ruse to get his attention, and he also knows his son is perfectly capable of handling his own.

Either way the Assassin wants to kill something (more), and right this second no less. If he finds you, it will be you Seifer.]

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[Fff well if he wants to kill Seifer, Seifer's hanging around where the sane people are :|p

And if I didn't think Ezio was on hiatus for the rest of this event Seifer would so totally jack his comm and make a fake attacking/killing Ezio post to get Giovanni to come to the hospital |D]