|| Niente è vero. ||

[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 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!]]

[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]]