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[The hallways seem livelier this morning than most, but this isn't saying much, considering how this division of Confuto Ordinatio alone houses a veritable number of registered agents. The usual sounds heard each morning would either be the pitter patter of feet and the occasional casual asides, but the noise made at the moment is somewhat different. Footsteps were replaced with the semi-unusual cries of what seems to be a literal stampede, the frenzied rampage of quadrapeds trampling over innocent bystandards and all. Of course, there were no four-legged animals to be found. A rolling, red rug appears to have been the source of so many agents' discomfort. As it rolled on, it spread out a thin layer of silk specifically for two girls to walk across.]

Judging from the procedure required to apply, there seems to be a greater degree of organization here than at school. Still... I do have to wonder about their standards, dear sister.

Indeed, Ms. Kneesocks, but that is to be expected. After all, even the most ruthless distribution of rrrrrules can be all for naught if the worthless common employee cannot follow them.

Yes, dear sister. Still, from this day on, isn't it our obligation to make sure they uphold their duties? After all, the image of an organization is reflected on all of its agents.

But moreso on its superiors including ourselves, wouldn't you say? This means that it is our duty, no, obligation to enforce strict disciplinary measures to enforce their roles here. As superior officers, it's also our goal to define... hmhmm, discipline.

[Kneesocks nods, a small smile forming on her face] How would you suggest we carry that out?

Well, Ms. Kneesocks...

[Both sisters start talking to each other, almost inaudibly to anyone but each other. The conversation is often accentuated by the occasional laughter, minimized with the intention of maintaining a proper demeanor, but for the most part, they aren't making a terribly big effort at hiding their prideful demeanor.]

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[After stepping back, Kneesocks almost reaches for Double Gold Spandex. For now, she's simply keeping her distance. Just saying.]

It's none of your concern.

Dear sister, I believe we've heard enough to know this conversation will get nowhere.

Ms. Kneesocks!

[Scanty rushes to pull Kneesocks out of Mokona... only to be struck by both her flying body and the rolling carpet.]

It seems you are this child's caretaker. Hmph, she lacks all sense of poise and refinement... Perhaps it's defective. You'd best return it to whatever idiot factory it was spit out of.

Ohohohoh...!

[Scanty realizes it too, but... she's trying to play it cool by being a total bitch.]

"Dr. Ivo Robotnik"... Hmph, your request is duly noted, doctor, and we'll spread the word about this "support group" to anybody that appears sufficiently desperate.

With that, we bid you adieu. We have business to attend to elsewhere, Ms. Kneesocks.

[Rather than waiting for the doctor to leave, Scanty takes the initiative to leave first. The guffaws of the doctor follow them through the halls they walk through.]

... A demon he says... but he was most obviously a human. Perhaps the excess intake of calories left him drained whatever was left of his gray matter.

*Hime smiles slightly*

Flandre is in need of some upgrades, but I don't think she needs them for those reasons. She's just currently analyzing you to see if you are a threat to me. Can't take any chances around demons, no matter how they look.

*Indeed Flandre is staring there, her eye's slightly glazed over*

So are you 2 the newest agents of this organization? It is rare that we get any sort of relatives here at the same time.

We have much better chances at improving this organization together. Being stalled by your suspicions is counterproductive to that goal.

[Improving = Reforming]

[A few seconds of utter humiliation pass, and...]

A-Are you alright, dear sister?!

[Mokona sat on Motobug and just watched. This could be amusing]

And is it in your nature to immediately distrust the first people you see? You must live a very melancholy life.

Life beautifully and teach others to live beautifully... That is our rrrrule!

[Live beautifully has two different meanings in that sentence.]

Errrrrrghhh...!

[No, she is definitely not all right. What's hurt more than her head is her pride. Getting up, she seems just about ready to pound Mokona in.]

Oi! You fucking lump of black shit! First you've ruined a perfectly new silk carpet with your filthy piss saliva and then you try taking a bite out of my dear Ms. Kneesocks.

What the fucking hell!?

[He then tosses the cigarette on the rug]

Arson - now that's against regulations - as an Enforcer I'll have to report you two.

When it comes to most new comers, I prefer to distrust till I believe they can be trusted. You live longer that way.

*Flandre then looked at hime.*

Fuga fuga

Seems like you two are no danger at the moment. As for you improving this organization, I wish you luck, because it is much harder then it looks. Even as a Councilor, I can only change so much.

Live beautifully huh? I suppose that depends on what your definition of beauty is.

Talk about making an entrance...

"Beep keegibeep! Beebi keedigeekiki!" I'm not wildlife! I'm administration!

She finally extracts herself with an affronted flick of her wings.

Of course. The more agents we notify of our presence, the better.

As long as initiative is taken, they'll have to recognize us.

Our definition is to possess a disciplined body, a disciplined mind, and a disciplined adherence to the rrrules.

It's your choice whether to light it or not. In the end, we're just looking out for this organization's best interests.

It was your choice to be belligerent and escalate the conflict. If you plan on imposing 'discipline' here - may I note that some common courtesy will have more people listening then open contempt.

Now if you will excuse me I have a training session to run.

[He goes to walk off]

Don't you know any respect?! Any rrrrules?

[With a tap of her shoe, it isn't long until Fastener arrives and starts meticulously cleaning it.]

Mokona know respect. Mokona know it's disrespectful to run people over with carpet.

Making a proper entrance and first impressions are always important in civilized societies. That is our rrrrule!

Hmph! The only disrespect I see in this scenario are merely two issues: the first, getting in the way of our grand entrance and two, eating our grand entrance.

Ms. Kneesocks, do we have the authority to incarcerate this ill-mannered beast?

Well said, Ms. Kneesocks!

Although, you really ought to work on blushing a little less when defining beauty~ Ohohohohoh!

That may work were you are from, but it's a lot harder here.

And how do you plan to teach everyone to be beautiful? And what about the ones that refuse to conform?

Th-Thank you, dear sister...

[And redirecting her attention...]

They won't be able to do so for long.

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