[h2][center][color=steelblue]Giovanni Fortuna Scalognatto[/color][/center][/h2]
[h2][center]District XII[/center][/h2]
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Giovanni liked to think he was a man of very few principles, and the ones he had, they all were of a case by case basis. Having too many, or making them ironclad tended to have you walk to an early grave, or even worse, make you have a troublesome, strict way of life. Sure, some may call this attitude cowardly or not honorable, but after living on the road [s]running[/s] for some twenty odd years, you learned a thing or two, and also observed your fair number of honorable men lose their life.

It was for this same reason that, as Giovanni advanced through the streets, he made sure to leave a trail of cards on in his wake, that, aside from their own, innate effect, had a little something on them so no random person would even think of moving or picking them up. They were his path to safety if everything went to shit after all.

As he was doing this, he received a little tip from his servant. As much as he wanted to peek a little, even show up and watch the battle unfold, he knew that,  even as patchy talked with a certain sense of disrespect, he wouldn't lie to him... at least he didn't think off, and well, even if he was bullshiting him, he wouldn't really care that much. Honestly, that type of person was a lot more compatible with him than some holier than thou knight or Fate forbid, a crusader or something.

So now, he just walked the streets for the consolation prize, the enemy servant own master. If he or she or it was the type to keep at the side of his servant, unlike himself, then it was his bad luck, but if not, then Giovanni would like to share a few words with one of the people he was competing with.

After a few more minutes of walking and strategically putting down cards, if throwing them at every corner and alleway could be called strategic, Giovanni found a crowd in front of him. He hoped that if his target even was in there, it wasn't one of those nutjobs that could kill you with just a touch or Fate forbid, a glare, he wanted to at least see a few more fights if he had to leave this world behind.

[color=steelblue]"Now, let me see the face of someone willing to bet their own life in search of something not even gold can buy"[/color] he grinned, and throwed his last card before walking into the sea of people