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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]]
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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Date: 2010-07-29 03:08 am (UTC)[Kadaj walks closer and stops, before he shuts his eyes and blindly lunges at him again.]
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:26 am (UTC)Not while you behave like this.
[He hesitates only a second longer, and then attacks.]
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:54 am (UTC)[He stops short, looking down at the new wound. Of course, a strange mist begins to encompass it in some twisted form of healing. Meanwhile, Kadaj attacks Giovanni.]
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Date: 2010-07-29 04:46 am (UTC)[He's taken aback by the show of unusual power. Giovanni had seen things here, but not everything. His focus is only lost for a second but that's enough to make him slip up. He winces in pain.]
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