|| Niente è vero. ||

( [Locked to Scientists; 45%] )

...At least the place is clean. Now if only it were warm... How is my principessa e il suo leone faring? Well, I hope? [He chuckles softly.]

La Volpe. Are you going to wander the rooftops forever or could you settle for a home for once?

It's time we got organized.

( [Locked to Gohl; 50% Un/Hackable] )



[[So, Giovanni and Eald were discussing this stuff a few days back and it was decided Giovanni would do this. Aaaaaand, then I took forever to get it out. Whoops. Well, anyway, it's here now and there ya go. Hopefully I got everyone in Gohl! (Minus Lucy because she wasn't here yet.) Please let me know if I'm missing anyone. Also, I hope this is okay with everyone! But the two leaders have spoken--so there! |D ]]

[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?

[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]

...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?

It 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!]]

I am thankful for the sun, finally, at least...

[He doesn't sound all that thankful. In fact, he sounds kinda...depressed.]

[The device apparently turns on while he is reading the most recent posts to the networked communicators. His voice though low is obviously annoyed and grumpy from what he's been reading as he grumbles to himself.]

...yes, because more war and strife is exactly what I needed in my life... does it never end? Is that all a Fiorentina shall ever know in his lifetime? [He sighs.]


[[Why yes, he is referring to the recent declarations of war. Such petty and stupid things to bring about to the people of Discedo in such times, he thinks. X3]]

Freddo. E 'così molto freddo. Troppo freddo diritto di essere al di fuori adesso. Questa è follia.

[So cold and yet still he is outside. He didn't manage to catch the blizzard warning unfortunately. He's near the greenhouse, still keeping an eye out, and just generally doing the only thing he knows--watch over the people. Keep them safe if at all possible. And do good whenever possible.

But boy is it cold out.

He'll probably end up inside the greenhouse once the storm hits, and get stuck there for a day or two. Or, whatever. For now he's just quietly complaining to himself while huddled up in his whites and over-cloak.]

...very cold outside. I don't recommend...being out...right now. [One can almost hear his teeth chattering, but he's got more control than that.] This is foolish. Io sono uno stupido.


[[Cold. It is so very cold. Too cold to be outside right now. This is madness. / I am a fool.]]