John
*The vampire frowned slightly, the guardsman not quite buying his little charade. Well, it should have been obvious he wouldn't. Men of the guard need to always be vigilant, and with the Empire, there's always some damn list or other piece of paper that they want to see. Halvar had little time for this, and he couldn't afford to get caught in his little lie by the Captain. He sighed, not wanting to have to do this due to the strain it can put on his willpower, and how risky this would be if it didn't work, but figuring he would have had to do this anyway.* 

*Just as Halsten would motion over to open the door, the vampire would silently and swiftly close the distance between the two from behind him. The vampire prayed under his voice to his dark lord that this guard was a simple weak-minded fool, and would easily cave in to his will. Then, Halvar planted a cold finger to the back of the guard's head, right where his spinal cord connected with his skull, and then flooded that point of his central nervous system with his energies, in order to almost hijack and infiltrate his very mind. If successful, this would make him freeze in place in a cold shiver.* 

*"Listen." Halvar whispered firmly, "I have been approved for my position in the guard. Do not waste the Captain's time with this issue. I wish to begin my routes now, so get me to the armory and get me my good uniform." In the real world, they were but whispers, but in the mind of the guardsman, he might hear them loud and clear as stern commands from a no-nonsense superior that Halsten definitely did not want to piss off tonight.*
Roderick
As the vampire rushed forward and pressed a finger to the back of Halsten's neck, the man's head snapped toward Halvar, his sword was nearly drawn, but he stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at Halvar as his eyes glazed over and listened, unable to move. The voice was corroding the defenses of his mind, what little there were, and the man was comatose as the command was issued. 

When it ended, the guardsman stood up straight, nodded, and turned. He opened the door to the barracks, and stepped inside. Allowing Halvar to follow.
Israel
"Ronnel! What do you think you're doing?" The grizzled, giant of a man stared daggers from across the room at Halsten. His eyes were submerged in a litany of wrinkles and battle scars, as facial hair made up for the partial recession of his hairline, while his hair was cut short by rugged slashes by a blade of some sort, rather than being tidied by an actual barber. 

The Captain rose, his brawlic figure stepping forward as he looked down on Halsten, and then looked toward the teenager with him. "And who's this?" 

There were at least six other guards gathered near the fire, where the Captain had come from, all looking with slight grins on their face as they watched to see what would happen.
Roderick
"New recruit, Captain. Here for his uniform to start the first shift."
Israel
The man looked down to Halvar, then back to Halsten. "Get back to your post. Immediately."
Roderick
"But sir, I have immediate orders,"
Israel
"Are you disobeying me, Ronnel?" He loomed over Halsten.
Roderick
Meanwhile, the trance of the vampire's spell boiled his mind into the orders given by the Bal-spawn, staring up and glassy-eyed, all the while seemingly determined to meet the Vampire's orders and desires, despite the Captain towering over him. It seemed the man was willing to fight for Halvar.
John
*Halvar wanted to tisk, but maintained the composure of a smalltime recruit who was simply unsure about what was unfolding before him. Inwardly, he was cursing himself. Just his luck that he was stopped in his tracks by the Captain himself the moment he walked in; of course he wouldn't just be in his bed alone or with a lovely wife right now. Still, there was room to work, but he might have to make another bold move so soon.* 

*As the two men stood each other down, Halvar suppressed the urge to smile, and instead spoke up in order to break the building tension, "I'm sorry Captain, I know I'm late and coming on a bit short notice, but please just take a kid's word for it right now. My family's been working with the steward for weeks to land me here, I don't want to go back to them an empty handed reject!" Halvar tied his words with illusory magics to make his voice sound as youthful and sentimental as possible while still sounding realistic and genuine. The vampire doubted the Captain would buy his case, but he had a faint hope that someone in the crowd of other guardsmen would hear his plea and... Hopefully shake this up a bit.*
Roderick
He remained defiant, as no command had been issued his way.
Israel
When the boy spoke up, the Captain's eyebrows furrowed as he instead turned his attention toward the boy. As the boy provided his reasoning, his frown did not move a millimeter. Halvar was right to doubt whether the Captain would agree with the plea. His family had been working with the steward for weeks, and yet, no mention of the family name? No mention of this even from the Steward? And, what made this boy so special that he could even garner an audience with the Steward, and not simply come to the post and seek out the Captain for a position?

"A kid's word for it? Lad, if I took a kid's word every time it was given, I would died a couple times over."
Roderick
"He is a recruit that must be put into uniform!" Halsten said defiantly again.
Israel
The Captain looked back toward Halsten. "Go back to your post, Ronnel."

He could feel the others' eyes on the trio, utterly shocked. Ronnel had defied orders twice! Jgarlof, on the other hand, looked at Ronnel, and seemed a tad confused. The man had never defied an order before. And certainly not twice. He was a good man, aside from being a tad too delighted in hazing newbies. 

Which made this defiance for this recruit all the more strange. 

The Captain turned his head toward Halvar. "Tell me your name, and if I've remembered it, you get your uniform. Otherwise, you'll be going back home an empty-handed reject."

The man had a sharpness to him, as he was completely sober in a room with a the smell of some, but not too much, mead. His eyes were focused and alert, as if any detail would not be missed by him. His uniform was a Hjaalmarch green with some added plated silver, making his large frame that much larger.
Roderick
Meanwhile, Halsten's temporary master was being challenged. Halvar would be able to see Halsten's fingers creeping toward his sword. It would not take long before Jgarlof saw it too.
John
*The young boy looking vampire raised one of his hands to his heart as if to salute, "Alright Captain, my name is Klimmeck, of house Banner-Mare. You might have heard of them, they move a lot of mead and bread around Skyrim, supplying cozy taverns and such." Little did anyone likely notice, Halvar's motion was actually laced with a quiet and subtle charm spell pinpointed at the guard Captain, hopefully opening up his mind just a little. From there, a bit of word play was used on Halvar's part, 'Banner-Mare' sounds much like the very popular tavern of the Bannered Mare in Whiterun, which Halvar is almost certain that the Captain has fond memories of.* 

*Halvar was now going to play on those memories, with his laced words bringing up images in Jgarlof's mind, of warm fires and homely stone and wood, far more comfortable, lively, and cheerful than some run down rickety barracks in this dump of a town. Unless his mind was hardened to be like iron, the Captain might find himself swayed with a rush of nostalgia, of visions of delicious mead, meat, bread, and wine arrayed at his table. He might picture himself gleefully singing his worries away around the most inviting of tavern fires, surrounded by buxom women at his side. If only the Captain could cave just a little, he would feel a warm, fuzzy, and familial feeling stirring within him. Any edge and unease he was feeling would melt away into a warm and inviting pool of better days. Once his mind and heart were softened just enough, the name of Klimmeck would worm its way somewhere on Jgarlof's mental list of names remembered.* 

*If this didn't work, things might get... Sidetracked a little, Halvar almost grimaced inwardly.*