betrayedblade: (♠ :: sconosciuto guardia di Firenze)
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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.

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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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[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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