It's been since 5 or so minutes since Castiel has got in the building. The supposed hall was filled with people, both human and non-human. Heck, a few of them were particularly scary. He saw a few coming from the inhospitable IGNIS as well. As more and more people were pouring in, Castiel started searching for the place to sign up. Finally, he turned to one of the guards, asking for directions. The guard, armed to the teeth and being a lot taller than him, questioned if he really wants to be part of the mercenary company. And true that, Castiel didn't look like a potent contender for a spot in an elite team. His determination, however, helped negate these issues. [i]"Indeed I want to!"[/i] he replied with excitement in his voice. The man told him to go to the reception desk, get all the paperwork done and then wait for further instructions. Thinking about the huge queue that might be forming with this many people, he rushed to the desk immediately, even forgetting to say "thanks".

Fortunately, there was no sort of queue at the desk. Everyone was handed out the papers they needed to register and after that you needed to give them back to the...receptionist? Secretary? Castiel had no idea what the lady's, who was sitting at the desk seemingly being very busy, precise occupation was. She was the one responsible for the whole thing, that's for sure, which must be very frustrating. The guard told him not to mess around with her too, so he just took the papers and opened his backpack to get something to write with. He didn't find anything. [i]Jeez, how could I forget bringing a pen?![/i] he panicked. He was always too quick jumping to the consequences and not thinking over the situation. Eventually, he did find one in one of the hidden pockets of the bag. The paperwork itself wasn't particularly intereresting, just a simple registration form, so he got done with it easily. After giving it back to the lady, he leaned comfortably to a wall, with his arms clasped together, trying not to get bored.