|| 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.]

[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]]

[From the sound of things when the device clicks on quite suddenly in the middle of a conversation it would be more or less apparent the post is accidental. There's also just an empty room when it first settles on an image, apparently having just been set down on a table or countertop. The first voice is not Giovanni's, and is a rather heated tone.]

--l'inferno è accaduto!? Lei non ha nemmeno tentato di avvertire me! Ho pensato - pensavo di aver perso tutti voi di nuovo.

[As the voice suddenly dips into a more quiet and desperate octave, a man in white darts across the camera; its impossible to tell father from son without seeing the face beneath the hood but one can probably guess. In the peripheral view of the camera that is one second on again, one second off again from what the recorder can visually pick up the one assassin embraces the other. Father comforting son.]

Mi dispiace, mio figlio. Non avevo intenzione...

Lo so, lo so.

[Silence. The original white robed assassin takes a step back and is clearly in the shot from here on out.]

Non potevo tornare a casa. Per questo mi dispiace. Se solo si verificare i dispositivi più spesso avrei--

Sì, sì, ho capito.

Ho fatto quello che potevo. Hai ricevuto una visita dal Fratello?

Sì...

[At this point in time someone has glanced back and noticed his mistake. He does not even scowl but simply walks calmly towards the device and set his hand upon it. The conversation continues in darkness but after a moment the hand finally finds what it is subtly looking for and shuts the device completely off.]


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