those weird guys on the roof actually have like team rocket level of competency. Just suck bad
(For this. Or, at least, that's what I'm assuming this is for, aha.)
I hope you know that I saw this and just went, "So they're actually Team Rocket!" So, uh. Enjoy this nonsense, haha.
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Strange happenings were relatively standard with the Baroque Society. You’d discovered that pretty quickly upon joining; whether it was some strange task set out by Freya or Nept’s cryptic smiles over ‘technically legal’ activities, you were slowly learning to role with the punches.
That did not mean you were entirely prepared for strange people posing outside your door at four in the morning, reciting some sort of…poem?
“To protect our world from devestation!”
“To unite all people’s within our nation!”
“To denounce the evils of truth and love—”
…It was way too early for this.
Slowly you blinked, wishing that you had just gone back to bed instead of investigating. But it could’ve been Remus or Nept or Freya, and they could’ve been in danger, and so you had to check just to make sure.
…You also could’ve just stayed in bed and let them deal with it.
“Surrender now, or prepare to fight!”
“Chirithy, that’s right!”
They were doing some sort of action pose again. And…staring at you expectantly.
…Well. Time to take a page out of Nept’s book.
“Come back with a warrant.” And, unrepentantly, you shut the door in their faces.
