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Kadaj? [...] Kadaj...

Has anyone seen him lately? Is he gone or has he just run off? He wasn't at his lesson the other day... I know he runs off sometimes without telling anyone...

But he's gone, isn't he?

[He sighs.] Go in peace, giovane.

[He's sitting--lounging--in a chair with the communicator pointed at him from a table or counter in front of him. He looks very contemplative. Like he's considering whether to make this post or not.

He leans forward abruptly, his arm outstretched towards the device, the hand out of sight as it hovers over the off switch, his eyes intensely staring at the camera.]

He's back. Steer clear.

[Click.]

[Giovanni reaches out to the device slowly, almost hesitantly until his fingertips touch the device and then all the trepidation leaves in a quick flourish of movement. He switches the post to audio functionality.]

Seifer never came back...

[And on to more important subjects as if nothing was ever said about that.]

Eald, how many people are left in Gohl? It seems a lot have left all at once recently. ...I am sorry, my friends. Do any of you need anything?

[A slight pause.] I promised to keep you all save. I promised to look out for you no matter what. I promised...

I never got to talk to him about some things. [...] I need to know if something was found in his things... No, never mind.

I want to uphold those promises. I plan on doing such. But I want permission to do it from a closer perspective. I know there are too many empty rooms there right now. I would not presume to take the place of someone else, but I would like to move there. Would that be all right?

[Giovanni's hand manages to turn on the video function through it's fumbling with the communicator as he reaches out for it. Not what he intended but it will have to do.

He looks like shit and feels worse. There are dark spots on his gloved hand from coughing up blood and his breath is coming in short gasps. He swallows and it takes him a while to actually finish the gesture thanks to cotton mouth. It doesn't look like he's moved in some time now, much less been able to fetch himself water to keep hydrated with.

He tries to sit up to address the communicator but collapses back down and gives up moving anymore altogether.]

...not s'well... [coughcough] not...apartm-- [coughHACKcoughcough] nngh... M' dispiace.

[He reaches out to the communicator, fumbling it a bit, and then getting a grip on it to pan the view. He's huddled up in an some anonymous warehouse near the docks. It was as far as it got on his way back home after chatting with Knowlton. He thought he was stopping to simply rest--he never got back up again.]

N-not... not sure how-- [He coughs some more, this time blood specks the corner of his mouth before he wipes it away with his glove.] long be safe 'ere. But--

[This time he doesn't stop coughing, and instead simply shakes his head and waves his other hand in a 'no, no' fashion before stamping off the device with awkward motions.]

[It might have been noticed that Giovanni has been (mostly) back to his regular schedule for the last day or two. He's feeling much better today though and he can control when he sees funky colors instead of them just appearing all the time. Yay for lack of bright arse colors that make you get a headache. /o/]

For once at least something went off well. It doesn't seem I missed much either--what luck. [Is he being sarcastic or genuinely grateful? It's impossible to tell.]

[Filtered to Doctors/Medical Residents]

I think I've been here long enough. These 'chip' devices--they have adverse affects sometimes, yes? And it is possible the Scientists can keep track of us through them? I would like rid of mine. Now.

Would one of you be willing? What do I need to do to have this happen? I thank you in advance for the time and bother.

[/Filter]


I'm looking for volunteers to help out at the Inventory--the one in the school, the one Moa runs. I know plenty of my acquaintances have at least some few time if not more so I would appreciate it if any of you would volunteer a few of your hours out of the day for this. We can work out some sort of schedule so there's at least always someone there at all times but you don't have to be there all day. Bene?


[Filter to the Auditore Family]

We need to talk. Now, not later. In person, not over this pezzo di merda.

[/Filter]

[From the white walls and sterile atmosphere, even if a bit out of order and damaged due to the current events, the location is clearly the hospital. Giovanni is on the floor, a bit bloody and a lot irritated from the looks of it. There is also something else: he looks a whole lot younger than a man of 40 years. A whole lot younger.]

Che diavolo? Che cosa è successo--ugh--dove sono? Maledizione. Odio questo...

[He looks around at his surroundings.]

Principe? Dove sei? Io non ho voglia di giocare qualsiasi gioco di oggi, bambino.

Merda, questo non è buono.

Non ho tempo per questo!

[He starts to leave angrily when he notices the device. He almost leaves it behind but at the last moment seems to decide otherwise and picks it up.]

Qualunque cosa tu sia, amico mio, forse sarai utile. In caso contrario, posso sempre sbarazzarsi più tardi.

Ora, dove vado da qui?

[He walks off and the communicator times out in his hand. Ten minutes later he clicks it back on and stares directly into it.]

What the fuck is going on?



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