Call to Arms {Civil War RP} ~Accepting~

[Africa.]

Marissa jumped at the sound of a cracking twig behind her. She spun around, her hand automatically lowering itself to just below her hip, where her dagger remained at all times. Her eyes met that of her oppoment, and immediately she dropped her hand, scowled at her brother, and dissapeared into the next alley. Behind her, she heard Chance attempt to speak, but she was already gone, her face flushed with hatred as she went.
(Fail O.o)

[Solanum]

(( Mabbe one of your charries, probably Marissa rather than Chance, could visit Merr? Or Alonzo in his little dark corner of the town ^^ ))

[Geronimo.]

Midnight strode confidently into the room as soon as the door opened, barging past the unfortunate maid. Karmi followed after respectfully but with a faint air of rebellion, a sure sign that Midnight was rubbing of on her. Karmi stood before the desk at alert with a small salute to her comander. Midnight simply leaned on the chair infront of his desk with a large smile. "Hey Merradin!" Midnight smiled in a false cheerful and breezy voice. "Is that a new haircut? Yes? It looks dumb, you know. Stupid." Karmi dearly wanted to say 'Are you the fashion police now, M?' but held her tongue. She couldn't speak while at attention unless she was ordered to. How she wished the dumbass general would let her stand at ease... Rest her legs a little... Maybe space out... Her eyelids fluttered a little and she stiffled a yawn. "Co'mon Merr, we ain't got all morning!" said Midnight crossly, noticing Karmi's tiredness. It wasn't good for the general to see one of his most capable soldiers about to collapse of tiredness, and Karmi was to stubborn to stand at ease without being bid by him.
[W.B]

[Solanum]

Merr rolled his eyes as he gestured for them to sit, after the maid had pulled up some chairs for them. "Oh, such a shame. I rather like it." He shrugged off her comment, he didn't seem to care. "Besides, if I were not meeting with my superior, it would bit be slicked back in this way." He removed his coat, placing it on the back of the chair and then sitting back down. "So... Why have you come to see me on this fine morning?" He raised an eye brow at them, his expression blank in only a way he could pull off. "I take it you haven't just stopped by to insult me?" Fumbling with his tie, he took his eyes off the two soldiers to make himself look even more presentable than he already did compared to them.

[Geronimo.]

"Naaaayyhhh" yawned Karmi, still at attention. She had decided to ignore the fact that Merradin was her superior and talk. "We're here to ask a simple question that has been going round the base. 'When the f**k are we going to acctually declare was on the Sprites? We're bored and tired and if there's no fighting, we may as well go home." Midnight nodded, a thin nail pondering all of the general's possibale answers.
[W.B]

[Africa.]

Marissa hurried up to Merradins doorstep, hesitating for a slight moment before knocking a little tune on his door, a confident smile on her face. Merr knew the place well, he'd know if there was anyone who needed watching over. As she constantly did, she pulled her dark hair over one side of her shoulder, her sea-blue eyes holding uncertainty, yet a bold glint shined in them, as if her mind were undecided as to whether she was nervous to be speaking with him or not. (Fail... xD)

[Solanum]

"I assure you, it will be any day now. We have already began to recruit, it shouldn't be too long before they realise what we have been doing." The corner of his mouth twitched into a small, yet somehow flirty, smile, his eyes lighting up. "How I long for the thrill of war once again... It has been so dull. All I do all day is write accounts, letters to others of my rank and above... It gets incredibly repetitive, and I don't even want to start talking about the way I feel afterwards..." He rolled his stone-blue eyes then looked back at them as he snapped his fingers to call for his maid. "Would you care for a drink?" He made eye-contact with both, not caring for the maid. "I'll have my usual. Bring it in the bottle, but I will require a shot glass." He leant back in his chair, sighing softly. A strong brandy was really what he needed right now.

[Africa.]

With no answer, Marissas smile faltered for a moment, an irritated frown on her face. Oh yay, now she wasn't good enough to see mr. Bigshot, and his little gunsmen. Purpose now flaring in her eyes, creating the look of blue fire, she knocked once again, harder this time, pulling up her posture presentably.

[Solanum]

Merr called the maid back into the room, rolling his eyes. "Go see who the devil is making that racket. Send them in here straight away, no need for any waiting. My guests will not mind." He furrowed his brow at the two of them, his smile fading to nothing. "Can't get a moment to my favourite soldiers, sorry girls, I guess I'm needed." He smirked at them once again, laughter sparkling in his usually dull eyes. For the moment they were bright and filled with happiness, but that was easily replaced with nothing. He had years of practise. To be great, you had to be able to shield yourself from these worthless emotions.

[Africa.]

Marissas foot tapped at the ground impatiently, her eyes set on the door. Marissa, despite her slightly quiet voice, despised being put to wait for someone all due to the single fact that they were supposedly more important. And maybe they were more important, but they weren't more important to her, so she wouldn't stand to wait around until tge supirior decides that they'll subject to speaking with what they think of ad "the dirt under their shoes".