Answer the Call

Emergency!
A blaring alarm was sounded at the barracks; or what you'd call the living quarters of the residing Armed Wizards stationed at Fiume di Giglio. Each individual possessed their own Communications Lacrima that activated as their means of remaining in contact with the Council, and by extention, their superiors in charge of the Armed Wizards Division itself. Everyone would get it simultaneously but, knowing Roland, he'd have 'misplaced it' under a pillow or the cot he slept on. Thus, when their Captain rounded them up, he sent Rubie to get him.

Banging her fist against the door, Rubie cried aloud with a loud shout.

"Roland! Roland get your ass out of bed, we're being called out!" She cried aloud with a seething glare aimed at the door. The last thing she wanted was to keep Constantine waiting. He was already in a foul mood and the thing that could make him angrier was a slacking member of his crew. If she got a shot in on him before he had the chance, it might improve his temperament...probably.

"Please get up! Constantine will have both of our heads if you don't hurry up!" She insisted with another rapping of her knuckles against the doorframe.