Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-27550231-20171110024922

(S9)

Jorge looks around confused as to what happened. The sudden laughter caught him off guard sending him into a panicked frenzy. His eyes dart around too and from as he searches for the familiar voice. The voice that once spoke to him, the voice that once guided him... the voice that now mocked him. He utterly resented that voice, despised what it stood for and all it had done to him.

Yuria attemped to calm him down but he could not hear her words, only the mocking laughter of the goddess who scorned him. He lashed out at the nearest tree his armored hand rebounding off the hardend wood and sending him reeling back in pain. This only sending him into a deeper fury causing him to lash out again with similar results.

"Son of a! DAMN YOU FOR DOING THIS TO ME!!!" He yells into the sky as he tenderly rubs his fists.

-What is wrong with you? You know we can't heal!

'''Shut up! I don't want to accidentally. YELL!'''


 * My Lordship. Perhaps thy should-

'''Shut your mouth you FAT UNGREATFULL SLUGGISH SOW! Nothing I do is enough FOR YOU!'''


 * My... Lord...

Jorge turns to strike the tree once more, his arm whistles as it slices through the air as it makes it's way to the tree. He could feel the pain already as the image of his fist shattering against the bark running through his mind. When suddenly it stops mere millimeteres from the tree, and etherial arm reaching out keeping him from his target.

-I will. NOT! Let you ruin our chances of finding Nezon once more! I will not let you throw away our last opportunity to saving HER!

Their arm shivers as it merges with the spectral one and he starts to loose control, his kinder side wrestling control from him, forcing him into the rescesses of their mind.

"I'm sorry for that. Just remembered something..."