Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-27550231-20170824171952

(S9/Ibrahim/Beach)

Jorge's attention shifts from Baku to Tirush then Regina.

I knew something felt wrong! Why did she have to open her damn mouth! He slowly starts to face Tirush full front saying nothing as he does so. His movements are slow and intentional not leaving anything to me misinterpreted as hostile. Perhaps he could fight her but what would that acomplish? He would surely be set upon by the rest of the group then he would be caught and his debt unpaid.

Jorge contemplates his choices for a second but his hands move. Slowly and without reason they slowly raise from his side and reach for his helmet.

What are you doing! They'll turn is in!

-Better to die an honest mane than live as a scoundrel.-

I won't let you! I am in charge now!

His arms stop halfway for an instant as if he were having second thoughts but they trudge onwards until they make contact with the polished metal and remove it from his head.

"I go by many names and Lupercal just happens to be one of them."

The polished helmet hits the sand with a muffled thud sinking halfway reflecting the evening sun into the eyes of those around him.