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Will decide between 2 ideas I have rolling around my head and get a sheet up soon!
Definitely interested!
Count me in chief
Hey! would love to take part if there's still place!
Giovanni Fortuna Scalognatto

District XII


The Magician in the Reversed Position: Manipulation, Poor Planning, Trickery

@Dosthou @Breo @Cu Chulainn @Undyingregret @Phonic



"What can i say, elegance and eloquency was never my forte, the way people dragged on and on when they wanted to say something was one of the reasons i left y'know?" Giovanni answered the barbs of his acquaintance, a repeated event the few times they met.

"Maybe that's your problem don't you think? you should take some months of vacation from all your dull work and take your time to see the sights or taste the wine of other countries, you never known what you could learn." He bantered back, with an air of nonchalancy, the exact opposite than the emotions he held inside him.

He knew that, being the perfect example of what a proper magus should be, Camillio wouldn't start a fight if there was the slightest chance of them being discovered by an unafiliated party to the War. It was this exact motive that gave him a number venues he could pursue if he really wanted, but after seeing his would be opponent standing up and starting to leave, leaving in his wake what, to all senses and purposes was a order to accompany him, he had just a few options left.

"y'know, you're lucky i'm a pretty honorable guy, anybody else would have put a knife between your ribs the instant you left your back uncovered." He lied naturally as he breathed. If he had just any tipe of weapon at hand that could quickly and easily dispose of the man that had his back to him, he would absolutely do it, but alas, his magecraft required preparation and while Giovanni liked to think he had a nice physique, he didn't think himself capable of knocking a man out with one punch, even with an advantage like this.

Yes, in his mind, anything that leaved even a minimal chance of Camillio forgetting about the "rules" of a magus fight and, instead, fighting to kill, specifically, fighting to kill him in a bout of rage after being attacked blindly from the back, was an option that he would not pick in a million year, and so, the Wanderer relied on one of his favorite tactics as an alternative.

"I would prefer to talk a bit more with an old friend instead of getting straight to business my dear Camillio, we even have time to play a few hands of French Tarot if you want, isn't that close to your origins? what were you again? Spanish right? Hell! i could even give you a bonafide, Fortuna level, Reading of Fate for free! what do you say old pal?" Words flowed out of his mouth like water. He knew they wouldn't convince his fellow Master to change his course of action, but every second spent on talking was a second not spent on getting thoroughly destroyed on a duel, and so, at the same time that he was slowly following his acquaintance, he both though of many possible ways this could go, analyzing and discarding plans and ideas to ensure his survival, yet also communicated with his way out of this if this planning didn't work out, and knowing just how skilled his possible opponent was, chances were, he would need one.

"Hey Patchy, i hope i'm not interrupting something or anything but you see, i met an old friend recently, great guy, a little too serious for my liking but funny in his own, unique, way, and let me tell you, the level he has in the arcane matters? Out of this world!... only problem is, i'm heading into what most likely is a fight with him and i'm not liking my chances to say the least, so how about you look for an opening in your schedule and maybe try to come just a little closer to me so you can pick me up if things get a little too hairy? love ya buddy, drive safe out there." With that, he sent a mental image to his servant, that of a specific route the two of them could take if it came to that, another possible insurance they could use to escape, because Giovanni Scalognatto was anything but an unprepared man when it came to his safety.
Giovanni Fortuna Scalognatto

District XII

@Dosthou @Breo @Cu Chulainn



Giovanni was a rather talkative individual, to say the least, he knew this, his servant knew this and those that spended more than 5 minutes with him knew it too. Most of the times, this was done with the sole objective to piss off the target of his chattering. He too confessed to being a petty asshole to those he feeled deserved it, and by Fate, the majority of the population of the Clock Tower, in Giovanni humble opinion, deserved every bit of his asshole self.

That is not to say that there weren't alright chaps in his book, even if they were few in between, and now, in front of him, he had the fortune of meeting one of them.

"Or is it missfortune?"... he muttered to himself, before doning a grin that could be confused for a smile and engaged his acquaintance.

"Camillo! Good to see you too! I could ask you the same thing my friend, tired of overseeing boring classes and decided to explore the world a little?" Of course, both of them knew this was a pointless question, but for Giovanni every second he was not fighting the emotionless man was a second well spent.

In the span of the few words talked, he had already though of dozens of possible scenarios in his mind. Life on the road engrabbed this habit on soneone if they wanted to last in it, and his well honed instinct told him that, no matter what, he shouldn't start a fight with this man, not now, not ever.

"How has life treated you? You found that special something you seemed to be looking for? 20 years is a lot of time after all, you could do lots and lots of things in that time, visit lots of places, y'know what i mean?" He grinned, even after reaching the previous conclusion, Giovanni could not pass the chance to try and get a rise of Camillo, like he tried all those years back. Let it be said that he wasn't the most sane of individuals in the best of times.
Giovanni Fortuna Scalognatto

District XII

@Dosthou @Breo @Cu Chulainn



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 running 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.

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

District XII

@Dosthou @Breo @Cu Chulainn



"Y'know patchy, i like to put my clients in 3 differents categories" Giovanni started saying. There was a moment of rest on his side of the street, a lot of clients had already used his services, he could faintly feel them slowly expanding his net, and he used it to talk to someone, only problem was, nobody seemed to be near him, his only companion the crystal ball he had on the table in front of him. In his hand, a deck of cards that he constantly shuffle and reshuffled

"The first ones, are those that see me and think 'why not? It's only going to be 5 minutes for some cheap mumbo jumbo and entertainment', i like those, just men and women trying to have some fun, i can respect that ; second type are those dumb assholes that think themselves smart and only sit in my table to snobbishly say 'actually, i know how this whole thing works, i've read it on a book, it's called cold reading and bla bla bla' those shithead love talking, almost like they loved the sound of their own voice" he stopped for a moment and grinned, almost like he spotted the hypocrisy in his words but didn't care about it. He was about to continue but suddenly he felt a slight pain in his right hand. He knew instantly what it meant.

Rapidly, fluidly, like an automatic motion that he had done a thousand times before, he grabbed the crystall ball on the table and throwed it on one of the many pockets of his coat. It bulged slightly. Then he folded the table to a minimal size and saved, alongside the now folded chair, inside the backpag at the side of his feet. The cards, however, stayed in his hands.

"Look alive patchy, story time gonna have to wait, it's time to truly put at test that luck of yours, was that horrible migraine you gave me just a fluke, or is it really that strong? Only one way to find out!" He proclamed. If one were to look at his eyes, they would see the look a crazed man, a man desperately in search of an answer. Maybe this was the only way he would find it. Giovanni Fortuna Scalognatto prepared for battle.








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