Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-27550231-20180126075839

[(S9)]

Jorge feels feels his heart pulling away as Ashe flies away with the dragon, tracking them both until they dissapear in the distance.

'''So you couldn't do it could you. You wouldn't make the connection.'''

"Shut up! I dont want to hear it. Not from you."

Jorge feels his body move and finds himself moving to the package.

"What are you doing? Isn't breaking her heart enough?" He asks his other half defeated by the passing events.

'''We need to eat. We have not been receiving the appropriate amount of calories to sustain what we're been doing.''' He goes through the basket skarfing down a steak in only a few bites. Even then this isn't enough to sustain us for long.

Jorge struggles to chew as quickly as his other half tries to devour the delicious meal and chokes several times before finally swallowing the steak.

"Gah! Wherr were you this whole time? I was expecting you to interject and ruin... to interject."

'''Ha! Ruin your date? Like I would bother with that. If you didn't realize it was unconscious. One mortal man can't simply take that many DRS blades and continue standing. Not for as long as we did. Yuria is still out cold... She's starving. Can hardly feed off of our SE. Seems like magical cunt in the sky had other plans for us.'''

His other half preoccupied Jorge takes his time and slowly munches on a potato, Ahse's letter falling on his lap.

"Dont say that. She might strike us down and leave us splattered on this island."

She wouldn't. She needs us to get her revenge. As if responding to his words the clouds darken and rumble with thunder as veins of lighting crackle across its surface.

'''Fine! I give up! I'd rather not get the three of us killed for something stupid! Especially when one of us is already knoking on heaven's door.'''

As Jorge finishes his potato he reaches into the basket and notices the note on his lap. He picks it up carefully, inspecting it before unfolding it and orienting it up.