Mission 003 ~ Encounter in the trees[Action/Dictated]

[noblefive]

[There's a figure sitting against one of the trees outside of the castle, relaxing. He has his helmet off, it resting off to one side, sitting with his eyes closed in the snow. His journal is open in his lap.

There's the sound of rustling, crunching snow, of something very small moving about. Jorge opens his eyes, looking about.]

Hello?

[No answer. More rustling. And then, something jumps out of a nearby bush.]

Piplup!

[Jorge stares at the little penguin-y thing as it hops closer and stares up at the SPARTAN. He turns to his journal.]

Uh. Has anyone lost a... Penguin?

Piplup?

((OOC: Open to all. Action or over the journal.))

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

I will admit, I know little of the intecracies of your world, but we have spoken a great deal and he seems to me both kind and just, as well as well schooled in matters of war. [And she knows more about matters of war than you would guess by looking at her.]

[noblefive]

He's in the UNSC, I'd be surprised if he wasn't well-schooled. Experience can mean a lot.

[inafadingcrown]

That I know well.

[noblefive]

I can't say the same for the Freelancers like York, but I'm easily the most experienced out of me and Noble Six. 30 years on the battlefield.

[inafadingcrown]

I do not know whether to congratulate you or offer my sympathies.

[noblefive]

Both and neither, I would say. No sense in wasting words on it.

[inafadingcrown]

[She chuckles.] A man of action and few words, I see.

[noblefive]

Oh, I talk plenty, ma'am. There's just no sense in covering my history.

Unless you're interested in that sort of thing.

[inafadingcrown]

I have always an interest in the lives and experiences of others; moreso here, where they are wont to vary so greatly from my own.

[noblefive]

[A chuckle]

Well, I'm sure you'll find mine probably goes on the far side of insane.

[inafadingcrown]

You may be surprised. I have seen much in my time, both here and at home; few things startle me as they once might have.

[noblefive]

May not startle you, but it's still insane.

[inafadingcrown]

[She laughs] I begin to think most here might say the same. And if they could not before their arrival, they soon will be able to do so.

[noblefive]

This place really screws with the head, huh? Great.

[Just what he needs. Another mind-breaking experience]

[inafadingcrown]

It does. I gather you did not arrive in time to experience Paris?

[noblefive]

No, but from what I've heard, I'm glad I didn't experience it.

[inafadingcrown]

Oh, come now. It was not overly troublesome. It was a time of peace, albeit mild inconvenience, and, in its own way, the city was quite charming. And I daresay that I had more difficulty adjusting than you would have, for you, at least, are accustomed to being of the race of Man.

[noblefive]

Yeah, but from what Six has told me? I'm not used to being the same size, strength and sensory awareness as a normal man.

[inafadingcrown]

It was the sense that troubled me most, I will confess. I had not realized the full extent of the difference until then. Still, there is a saying, is there not? To place oneself in another's shoes? It was an informative experience, if nothing else.

[noblefive]

I'm sure it was, but it doesn't sit right with me. My enhancements are what help keep me safe, like my armour. It would be... Uncomfortable.

[inafadingcrown]

That I also understand better than you might think. [She felt...blinded without her gift.] Yet, I would advise you ready yourself for the discomfort, for I hear such things are something of a regular occurrence here.

[noblefive]

Considering it. Maybe going training out in the Beyond.

[inafadingcrown]

It would do you well, I think. My vision and hearing were not effected, as they are merely a trait of my race, but what time I spent there did prepare me for the lack of certain other gifts.

[noblefive]

Six says that all SPARTANs lose their augments in the Beyond. It would be the perfect training.

[inafadingcrown]

I will urge you to be cautious. There are those who dwell beyond the borders of the Dead Zone who do not wish us well.