Looking for Shifter (Morph/open)

[Col. Jessup]

"Aye." Col. Jessup replied, a bit of anger in his tone. "That will do." He said as he looked at the shape shifter's current form. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his expression still rather blank. "Well, Morphman, it appears that you may be what I need after all."

[Morph]

Morph returned to the form he had assumed before turning into the Colonel. "Well then, now that is over with, care tell what the job's all about?"

[Col. Jessup]

"Haha." Col. Jessup laughed for the first time in a long time. However, the smile quickly left his face as he pulled out a letter from his right pocket. He held it out to the shape shifter, and then said: "You've been drafted."

[Morph]

Morph quickly rose up and moved away from the man, as he made a gun appear in his hand, though it cost him a part of his right sleeve.

"What is this?!" He questioned the man. "I don't like tricks being pulled on me." He felt slightly threatened by the man's words, as he did not know what the man meant with being drafted, although it may have looked more as if he merely didn't like to be drafted... whatever it was.

[Col. Jessup]

"Put that away, boy." Col. Jessup said as he rose up. "You might be a shape shifter, but I'm very well trained, and could probably blast your head clean off before you ever work up the nerve to shoot me." He said calmly, the letter still in his hand. In a split second the Colonel hit the gun away, drew his sword, and put it to the boy's throat. He extended his hand, the letter still in it. "Welcome to the Marines, junior."

[Morph]

Morph's both brows quirked in an unusual manner, as they tended to do when he was either disturbed or annoyed by something. "And here I was, thinking I had to sign up somewhere with name and birthdate and everything." He said, wanting to shake his head a little, but refraining from doing so because of the presence of the sword, and it's close proximity to his very own, and very precious neck. He extended his hand out and took the letter in his hand. "So do I need to sign any papers anywhere?" He asked.

[Col. Jessup]

Col. Jessup sheathed his energy sword after the boy took the letter, and replied to his question. "You'll be picked up in exactly nine hours by Lt. Bridges, he will take you to the barracks in which you will be billeted for approximately three weeks. At the end of the three weeks you will go to the classification center where you will undergo a series of tests to see what position you are best suited for so that both you and the Marines will receive the greatest possible benefit--tests are for your own good, so do your best in every test." He said with a tone that made him sound rather robotic. "There is paperwork within the envelope I have just handed you. Fill it out, and give it to the Lieutenant when he picks you up. Understood?"

[Morph]

"Yeah, sure thing." Morph replied, looking at the letter in his hand. "Though I am completely unsure if I'll like this turn of events in the future." He added, as his eyes narrowed a little.

"You must know one thing, though." He went on, lifting up his head to look at the Colonel, "I am already enrolled into another team involved in dealing with a group of nasty demons, and should my given objectives of that group and the marines be opposing one another, I will not hesitate to choose first for the former."

[Col. Jessup]

"Hmph." Col. Jessup let out after hearing what the boy had to say. "You obviously don't know how the service works." He said plainly. "When drafted, you're enlisted whether you like it or not, and you do what your commanding officers tell you, and you don't do anything without their consent. Sorry shape shifter, but you've just become a former member of that little group."

[Morph]

"Yeah, whatever." Was all Morph said in reply, after a little bit of blinking and a twitch behind his glasses. He put the letter into an inner pocket of his jacket. "Well, if that's all, I'll be going now." He said, running a hand through his hair and then turning to leave the place.

[Col. Jessup]

"There is one thing..." Col. Jessup said, and then paused briefly. "Do you know a fellow by the name of Rua?" He asked plainly, his expression blank, as always.

[Morph]

"Say what?" Morph said, turning a little to look at the Colonel. "No, I haven't. Why so?"

[Col. Jessup]

The Colonel watched the boy's expression carefully, and listened intently to his tone as he spoke, and he could tell right away that he was lying. He said nothing for a moment, and then just walked pass him. Ben came to a halt only a foot in front of him, and turned his head to look at the boy. "I don't like liars, kid, and neither does the Lieutenant. I suggest you work on that." He said firmly, and then walked away.

[Morph]

(OOC: He was wearing shades. So yeah, pretty hard to look into one's eyes then.)

[Col. Jessup]

(OOC: He's a cyborg, and your a shape shifter, reality doesn't always ably here But, if I must, I will edit that one part)