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[ the dull crinkling of foil-- you know, the kind that fast food is wrapped in? and alongside that, the ominous growls of a monster pacing some distance below, or some rot like that. but let's ignore that, shall we, and focus on the important thing at hand here, yeah? primarily, food. or in this case, the apparent lack thereof. ]-- took some of the

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[betrayedblade]

Careful.

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[ hey, sup, poppa auditore? prussia can't answer right now because he is currently taunting the monsters at the bottom of his fire escape. ]

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[betrayedblade]

[Yo. If he was in a better mood these days he would possibly chuckle. While shaking his head--which he is doing anyway. But not in an amused sort of way. He takes a moment to respond in a forced calm.]

That isn't the wisest. Need rid of them?

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[regionseizer]

[ -- oh. someone's on the communicator thing. sorry, he missed that bit. ]

Say again?

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[betrayedblade]

You shouldn't tease them. You should get rid of them.

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[ a barking laugh. ]

Good idea, man. I'll try that as soon as I find something to, you know, get rid of them with.

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[betrayedblade]

Had you been paying attention, I did offer.

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... My bad. [ hehehe, whoops. ] It still standin'?

[ damn, pops, your german must be good, if you can understand his mangling of his mother tongue. props to you ]

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[betrayedblade]

[He's silent for a moment.]

Sì. Where?

[His German isn't good--it's just that it's about as bad as Prussia's! But he had to make do when he use to visit the county. Business calls~]

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Latmir an' Gar, or whatever--

[ hold on a mo-- he should have guessed you weren't a native speaker. ]

You Italy's or Spain's? 'Cause I can do either, but my Spanish is... sketchy.

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[betrayedblade]

Italia.

I will be there shortly.

[It's easy enough to spot you from the rooftops anyway; not to mention hear your taunts to the creatures below.]

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[ another laugh ]

Alright, man!

[ actually, he's chilling on a fire escape halfway down the street-side of a building anyway, munchin' on his döner. And his Italian doesn't sound half bad... yet. ]

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[betrayedblade]

[Okay, only partially more easy to spot you from the rooftops. But the noise is obvious enough either way! And he's good at finding his way.

He 'announces' his arrival with a dagger thrown at one of the beasts below, thrown from up above where he stands on the edge of one of the nearby buildings.]

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[ watching with a detached interest, split somewhere between the food and his new communicator. the first monster falls, and he glances up to catch sight of the ominous looming dude.

have a bit of a jaunty wave/salute thing of thanks, since he's waiting for Hungary more than anything else ]

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[betrayedblade]

[He seems unconcerned. He nods in response but his attention is more focused on the creatures below anyway.

He launches himself down to the alley below and lands with a soft thump. Almost immediately his sword is drawn and he begins to deftly 'dance' with the creatures to the death.]

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[regionseizer]

[ -- well that's interesting. watching a bit more intently now because there are swords involved. You're pretty good, man. he'll wait until you're finished, to ask who taught you or something ]