Mission 001 [Dictated]

[noble5.livejournal.com]

[There's a clunking sound over the journals, one attributed to someone wearing some heavy-duty armour picking themselves up from the ground.

This time, it belongs to one Chief Warrant Officer Jorge-052, waking up in his room in the castle...

And wondering how the hell he got there.]

... Ugh. Where the hell am I?

[A pause, and then the following filters out]

This is Noble Five, calling on all UNSC frequencies. Requesting pickup. Current location... [He looks around] Unknown. Looks to be... [Another pause] Some sort of fancy hotel room. Repeat, requesting pickup, over.

[His journal is open nearby, and any UNSC personnel who happen to have their radios on will hear the transmission.]

((OOC: Open to all. Be ready to have one confused Supersoldier.))

Comments

[noble5.livejournal.com]

A journal? You're in a book?

[He does spot such a thing on the table and takes a few steps towards it, cautiously.

And, yes. He sounds very heavy.]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ So very heavy. A pause. ]

Incorrect. The journal speaks to aid those who arrive.

[noble5.livejournal.com]

The journal speaks?

[He wasn't detecting anything from the thing.] Looks like a normal journal to me.

[He's now covertly looking around the room for any hidden recording devices.]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ He's done for now. ]

Depends on if one believes in magic. [ Whether it's easy to tell or not that he is, however... ]

[noble5.livejournal.com]

Magic?

[Now someone's talking crazy]

Yeah, sure, this is all magic. [Sarcasm]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it would make sense of an inability to contact everyone you believe your message should. Only those who are here that somehow match your requirements will be reached. For magic has taken you away.

[noble5.livejournal.com]

[He's got a point]

Could be a jamming signal in place.

[This could all be some elaborate Covenant shceme.]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ What is a jamming signal. ]

And such a thing would interfere with any further ability to pinpoint your location, wouldn't it.

Regardless, you are trapped.

[noble5.livejournal.com]

[Trapped, huh?]

Definately seems that way.

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

Hmn.

[noble5.livejournal.com]

So, uh... What's your name?

[He can't go around calling him 'Creepy Book Guy #1' forever.]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

....... [ ... He doesn't want to share it without a swap. But he doesn't want to say that, either.

Enjoy silence. ]

[noble5.livejournal.com]

[...Is this thing broken?

Jorge carefully takes another step towards it and taps it, the sound coming through like one is tapping a microphone.]

Hello?

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ Unfortunately, Duke isn't accustomed to the sound - all he knows is there's a heavy, deep, thump-like noise coming from his journal and it doesn't quite match up to the sounds of walking. ]

That is a noise new to me. [ He doesn't quite sound like he likes it. A sound of someone's hands moving across the journal, and then a mimic of that noise. ]

[noble5.livejournal.com]

Oh, uh... I just tapped it.

[A tap to anyone else is a lot less than a tap by a Supersoldier]

Uh, you can call me Noble Five. Or Jorge. Whichever.

[He feels a bit odd introducing himself over book, or to a book. Either way, he's now staring at the fact that his words are showing up as writing]

What the-?

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

Hmnn. [ More tapping noises. then a heavier one that might be the side of his fist. ]

Finding it hard to believe, if your lands held a nobility class yet, that there would be but five - Duke is mine.

[noble5.livejournal.com]

No, I'm no nobility. There hasn't been a nobility since the nations were united.

It's a team callsign. So we don't get confused.

[Like if a squad had about 5 Steves or something.]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

... Hmn. Perhaps things would be better that way.

[noble5.livejournal.com]

It makes it easier to organise ourselves.

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

... Was speaking of a lack of nobility.

[noble5.livejournal.com]

So was I.