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trentatre || audio
Aug. 23rd, 2010 07:32 pm[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.]
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.]
trentadue || audio+action
Aug. 15th, 2010 01:11 pmI'm going to disappear for a day or two. I don't want anyone to get worried or anything when it happens, or start wondering. And just to let people I see on a daily basis know that I won't be around to help out with the usual things. Call it a break or vacation though that's not entirely accurate if you really must call it something. I'll see you all shortly as I don't plan or desire to be gone very long, and I'll get back to work as soon as possible. If you need me I'll be keeping track of things through this device so ...don't do anything too stupid while I'm away. [This means you Eald.] Let me know if I'm needed.
Sicurezza e pace.
( Off network+reserved for Ezio & Federico )
Sicurezza e pace.
( Off network+reserved for Ezio & Federico )
trentuno || audio
Aug. 9th, 2010 12:00 pm[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.
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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]
trenta || video
Jul. 28th, 2010 11:54 am[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?
( Translation )
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?
( Translation )
[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]]
[Giovanni is sitting on top of the school rooftop just outside of the greenhouse. The comm is sitting on the rooftop several feet away indicating either Giovanni purposefully set it away from him to record this or purposefully set it away to not accidentally hit it and turn it on. He looks solemn, face and even his body with the way he has one knee bent upwards and a slumping posture as he leans against the glass. His eyes are the biggest indicator as he stares at a small pile of crystal fragments hanging around next to him.
He touches one and watches the scene unfold. It might be hard to see from the comm's position but the voices are clear enough.
( Cut for a pile of memories. )
He sits there quietly after the last crystal memory plays and then glances up at the darkening sky. His voice is soft.]
...I do miss it, all of it. My family... sicurezza e pace.
He touches one and watches the scene unfold. It might be hard to see from the comm's position but the voices are clear enough.
( Cut for a pile of memories. )
He sits there quietly after the last crystal memory plays and then glances up at the darkening sky. His voice is soft.]
...I do miss it, all of it. My family... sicurezza e pace.
Tags:
- /hordes things like a...hordey thing,
- [discedo],
- character: ezio auditore,
- federico auditore,
- format: video,
- la volpe,
- location: school rooftop/greenhouse,
- lorenzo de' medici,
- malinconico,
- maria auditore,
- mario auditore,
- memories,
- mini-event: memory crystals,
- mio amore,
- mio famiglia,
- miss my love,
- misses being an assassin,
- paola,
- reminiscing upon home,
- rodrigo borgia ewww,
- sicurezza e pace,
- tag-list starting to look like minato's
ventisette || video
Jul. 3rd, 2010 10:24 pm[Giovanni taps the camera screen with one gloved finger--as if to point out that the screen is thoroughly clean now and no bloodstains remain. He leans back in a chair facing the device and rests his chin on one fist, head slightly tilted as if to give him that avian look of curiosity, or boredom.]
...It never slows down here. I can complain about a lack of purpose all I want but it will never be completely slow or quite utterly boring here. That's almost more irritating.
People go home, many remain. [...] I am fine, as you can well see. [He waves his arms about to the camera as if to show off he has no visible wounds.] And still remain.
[He leans forward and twists the device around on the surface its resting and reveals the sight of a lot of (relatively) blank paper. A lot of it looks like the stationary Hitsugaya received about half a month ago. When he left Giovanni seems to have confiscated much of it, if not all of it, from the office the boy was using. Much of it is in the Inventory but a good chunk of it is now in his apartment apparently. He leaves the camera positioned thus as he continues.]
This was going to waste. If anyone needs paper or writing items there is plenty at the Inventory right now. Try not to be too greedy. [Wry amusement with that statement; he looks as though he was quite greedy himself so he's well aware the pot is calling the kettle black.] It might be a while before we get more. Don't worry, this won't be wasted too quickly. Call it... a back-up supply.
Oh. I do have one more thing to discuss. [He turns the device back to facing him and waves a piece of very different looking type of paper around in front of the camera, before "magically" making the sheet disappear into thin air. His sleight of hand is impeccable and its impossible to tell where the paper went.] I need a volunteer for a little...project.
Donatello. Quanto siete bravi a indovinelli? [How good are you at riddles?]
[[I don't think this has already been done and it's up Giovanni's alley to 'confiscate' useful items for the Inventory so... if nobody objects to it that's what happened to all of that paper floating around. Hitsu agreed to give a lot of it to the Inventory the day he got it anyway if you check his convo with Gio in the link so I didn't think it was too rude of Gio to go get the rest after his absence, but really if there are any objections just let me know and I'll edit. I thought of this earlier but forgot and now I don't know who to ask ahead of time. X3]]
...It never slows down here. I can complain about a lack of purpose all I want but it will never be completely slow or quite utterly boring here. That's almost more irritating.
People go home, many remain. [...] I am fine, as you can well see. [He waves his arms about to the camera as if to show off he has no visible wounds.] And still remain.
[He leans forward and twists the device around on the surface its resting and reveals the sight of a lot of (relatively) blank paper. A lot of it looks like the stationary Hitsugaya received about half a month ago. When he left Giovanni seems to have confiscated much of it, if not all of it, from the office the boy was using. Much of it is in the Inventory but a good chunk of it is now in his apartment apparently. He leaves the camera positioned thus as he continues.]
This was going to waste. If anyone needs paper or writing items there is plenty at the Inventory right now. Try not to be too greedy. [Wry amusement with that statement; he looks as though he was quite greedy himself so he's well aware the pot is calling the kettle black.] It might be a while before we get more. Don't worry, this won't be wasted too quickly. Call it... a back-up supply.
Oh. I do have one more thing to discuss. [He turns the device back to facing him and waves a piece of very different looking type of paper around in front of the camera, before "magically" making the sheet disappear into thin air. His sleight of hand is impeccable and its impossible to tell where the paper went.] I need a volunteer for a little...project.
Donatello. Quanto siete bravi a indovinelli? [How good are you at riddles?]
[[I don't think this has already been done and it's up Giovanni's alley to 'confiscate' useful items for the Inventory so... if nobody objects to it that's what happened to all of that paper floating around. Hitsu agreed to give a lot of it to the Inventory the day he got it anyway if you check his convo with Gio in the link so I didn't think it was too rude of Gio to go get the rest after his absence, but really if there are any objections just let me know and I'll edit. I thought of this earlier but forgot and now I don't know who to ask ahead of time. X3]]
ventisei || video
Jun. 29th, 2010 12:58 pm[The video feed clicks on with the echoing remnants of the device clattering on its back. It shows the sky--but something is obscuring a corner of the screen. One drop of something dark and thick. And the longer it sits on the screen and thins out into a larger spot, the more red it becomes.
A drop of blood.
In the background not much noise can be heard but there is this sort of pregnant pause to the air. Maybe its just the way the camera seems so serene yet with that one foreboding drop on its screen; maybe its the way one holds their breath waiting for some sign of the owner; or maybe its just nothing at all. But after a seemingly lifetime ticks by a soft shinking sound is heard and then footsteps coming towards the communicator--slightly off balance, almost imperceptibly limping. The device is picked up and still nothing but idle background is shown on the camera, the moving sky and the tip of a building or two, but no person or creature or living thing.
Then a thumb swipes across the screen, smearing the blood over the entire view--and then the device is shut off.]
[[Responses will be ICly delayed by at leastfifteen minutes thirty now after his conversation with Eald.]]
A drop of blood.
In the background not much noise can be heard but there is this sort of pregnant pause to the air. Maybe its just the way the camera seems so serene yet with that one foreboding drop on its screen; maybe its the way one holds their breath waiting for some sign of the owner; or maybe its just nothing at all. But after a seemingly lifetime ticks by a soft shinking sound is heard and then footsteps coming towards the communicator--slightly off balance, almost imperceptibly limping. The device is picked up and still nothing but idle background is shown on the camera, the moving sky and the tip of a building or two, but no person or creature or living thing.
Then a thumb swipes across the screen, smearing the blood over the entire view--and then the device is shut off.]
[[Responses will be ICly delayed by at least
venticinque || audio
Jun. 16th, 2010 06:03 pm[He turns on the communicator but considers for a moment before speaking up.]
...How many people here are interested in learning Italian?
...How many people here are interested in learning Italian?
ventitrè || audio
May. 25th, 2010 10:36 pm...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?
[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?
ventidue || audio
May. 13th, 2010 08:26 pm[He's doing more math on paper from the sound of it. He seems to like to spend a good bit of time in the inventory lately. When he's not there--he's usually hard to find, if not entirely impossible. He's hardly ever back at "home"--the apartment--either except to gather up his son for a practice/training session like clock-work on every other day. He haunts Gohl but does not ever stop by to keep in touch.
The communicator records the scratching noises of his mathematics for about five minutes before he turns it off. Just enough to keep him from getting shocked any time soon.]
The communicator records the scratching noises of his mathematics for about five minutes before he turns it off. Just enough to keep him from getting shocked any time soon.]
ventuno || video
Apr. 30th, 2010 09:16 pm[There is mostly silence but softly, very softly one can hear the faint crunches of a booted foot walking slowly. From the rhythmic sound it would be easy to conclude the person is pacing. In the video is an awkwardly angled view of the graveyard--it seems to be several yards below the camera. It's possessor is somewhere up high it would seem and yet very close by. That leaves one logical conclusion as well. The time is dusk closing in on full darkness, lending an eerie almost unsettling aura to the gravestones below as the light wanes.
There is no purposeful meaning to the post. Perhaps it is accidental?]
There is no purposeful meaning to the post. Perhaps it is accidental?]
venti || audio
Apr. 25th, 2010 03:54 pmIt is over and done with finally. Of that I am certainly glad.
Now if I can just manage to convince all of you that I am fine. You children fuss a lot over such an old man. [He clucks his tongue.] Don't worry so much.
...I am also curious about what occurred over the sea; but more importantly I would like to here from certain people. Moa, Umi, Hikaru--are all of you accounted for?
[[Disclaimer! Giovanni sounds and will be acting "fine." But he isn't! He's depressed, but instead of acting sad and emo he'll be easier to annoy and snap quickly at certain conversations. Just letting everyone know what's up with the character change for a few days or weeks or who knows when. Almost total Assassin personality, hardly any Father. Sorry in advance to anyone he snaps at!]]
Now if I can just manage to convince all of you that I am fine. You children fuss a lot over such an old man. [He clucks his tongue.] Don't worry so much.
...I am also curious about what occurred over the sea; but more importantly I would like to here from certain people. Moa, Umi, Hikaru--are all of you accounted for?
[[Disclaimer! Giovanni sounds and will be acting "fine." But he isn't! He's depressed, but instead of acting sad and emo he'll be easier to annoy and snap quickly at certain conversations. Just letting everyone know what's up with the character change for a few days or weeks or who knows when. Almost total Assassin personality, hardly any Father. Sorry in advance to anyone he snaps at!]]
diciannove || audio
Apr. 22nd, 2010 05:26 amI will...be all right.
I will be all right.
I am all right.
I know...that I am being affected by whatever this is.
But I wanted to inform my...friends ...that I am doing my best to ignore it.So hard. It is not real. I know this... thanks to all of you. And... I will continue to stay inside where I am safest, to stay out of trouble. Prometto.
[He takes an audibly deep breath and releases it shakily.]
Ezio... Thank you.
I'm sorry, Maria...
I will be all right.
I am all right.
I know...that I am being affected by whatever this is.
But I wanted to inform my...friends ...that I am doing my best to ignore it.
[He takes an audibly deep breath and releases it shakily.]
Ezio... Thank you.
I'm sorry, Maria...
diciotto || video
Apr. 20th, 2010 08:35 pmMio amore...
[Giovanni appears reaching out to someone off screen--or not there at all. He's smiling faintly, sadly, his expression pained as much as loving.]
This is not a place for you. Perché, perché. Why do you have to be here. I would not wish this upon you. [He falters and his arm drops.] Maria... I love you, but I wish you were not here...
[For a long time nothing happens. Then the device seems to be noticed and, violently, a hand comes down on it; the device shuts off with a bit of static.]
[[pretend all responses are slightly delayed]]
[Giovanni appears reaching out to someone off screen--or not there at all. He's smiling faintly, sadly, his expression pained as much as loving.]
This is not a place for you. Perché, perché. Why do you have to be here. I would not wish this upon you. [He falters and his arm drops.] Maria... I love you, but I wish you were not here...
[For a long time nothing happens. Then the device seems to be noticed and, violently, a hand comes down on it; the device shuts off with a bit of static.]
[[pretend all responses are slightly delayed]]
diciassette || audio
Apr. 12th, 2010 06:02 pmI am thankful for the sun, finally, at least...
[He doesn't sound all that thankful. In fact, he sounds kinda...depressed.]
[He doesn't sound all that thankful. In fact, he sounds kinda...depressed.]
