Mission 016 ~ [Dictated]

[noblefive]

[There's a bored supersoldier abound, so the next thing across the journals shouldn't be a surprise.]

Hey, uh... Does anyone want to do something? We don't have to know each other. I think I just need to get out a bit more.

I need training partners. People with better-than-human strength, preferrably...

[Yes, this is as awkward as it sounds...]

Or walking, going for a drink, anything really.

Comments

dictated.

[noblefive]

Yeah. It's called the "Danger Room" for a reason. [Duh.]

Okay. When?

dictated.

[shrugs_a_lot]

You're the one wanting to do something, you tell me. [Men...]

dictated.

[noblefive]

[And another chuckle there.]

Half an hour?

dictated.

[shrugs_a_lot]

At the castle's entrance. [Because there ware like thousands of miles of forest around, them might not want them to miss each other.]

dictated -> Action

[noblefive]

Roger that.

[And, half an hour later, there'll be the 7'8" super-soldier, armour and all, waiting in the lobby near the entrance.]

Action

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Passed that half hour, Cloud comes from upstairs. If description was needed, he looks nothing like a warrior at first glance; it's probably the height to begin with, barely reaching the 5'7", sans the spiky hair, but one must not underestimate him for that. On closer examination, even if slender he does look muscular enough, that would explain how he is carrying the huge sword on his back that's almost as tall as him.

He approaches to the other, since it's the only person waiting around. If he's surprised at the height or appearance, he doesn't quite show it. He's used to everybody be taller than him...]

Jorge, right?

Action

[noblefive]

[And Jorge is completely impassive to reactions, or lack thereof, about his height, so he straightens from the wall he'd lent himself against.]

Yeah. Cloud?

Shall we go?

Action

[shrugs_a_lot]

[A nod as an answer. Oh boy, this is going to be fun. And after a little moment:]

Nice armor.

Action

[noblefive]

Thanks. Modified it myself.

[A slight turn of the head to regard the other as he moves to leave the castle.]

Nice sword.

Action

[shrugs_a_lot]

I know. [...Seriously Cloud, humility, heard of it?] It gets the work done.

[Follows!]

What's your style?

Action

[noblefive]

Whatever works.

[That's done for so long.]

Why? Got a style you prefer?

Action

[shrugs_a_lot]

Not really... Gotta be prepared for anything. Specially in this place.

Action

[noblefive]

Good. Hope you're ready for this. I don't pull any punches, unless asked to.

Action

[shrugs_a_lot]

Same goes for you, man.

Action

[noblefive]

[Considering the armour allows Jorge to flip vehicles of considerable weight, he's fairly confident, but not utterly complacement. He's encountered a lot during his stay here.

Either way, they're in the forest, heading for a small clearing Jorge knows.]

Glad to hear it.