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]

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.