Manga and temper tantrums: Best way to start the day

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Characters: Mao and his test subjects YOU

Setting: All over the dormitory levels. Also Room 1-08 if Tavros, Russia, or Karasu want to show up.
Format: Do whatever and I'll follow suit.
Summary: Mao goes traipsing around the dormitory levels; Mao strews crap about his room.
Warnings: Reaper creeper. Yes, I went there. No seriously guys. If you interest him in some way, he will chase you and make offers to do terrible, terrible things pertaining your kneecaps and rocket launchers.

Room 1-08:
In the timespan of about half an hour, the entirety of Room 1-08 has been transformed. (Or 'ransacked', perhaps.) Massive amounts of manga and comic books have been laid all over the place in piles and mountains, starting around one of the beds and branching out into the entire area. Assorted weapons and torture devices have been hung on the walls. Three copies of a book entitled 'The Demon's Oath' have been laid out on all three of the other beds, with a sticky note attached that says 'REQUIRED READING' in big red lettering. And sitting in the middle of it is Mao, lying on his bed, ever so casually playing his PSP.

Hey guys, meet your new roomie.

Hallways:
Mao is going through the dormitory hallways. If your door was open, expect him to pop his head in, grumble "Unsuitable!" under his breath, and leave before you can get a word in. Eventually though, he will stop in the middle of the hall and stamp his foot on the ground, apparently in a fit of rage.

"Argh! All of these rooms are too small! WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO BUILD A LAB?!"

Comments

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

Disciple watched him from the bathroom doorway. Suspicious pink people everywhere and no one she knew in sight. She narrowed her eyes and watched him open door after door. No sign, no blood color seemed to prevail through his clothing choice, unless that unusual shade of red counted. She didn't think it did. Worst of all, no horms. He must be the worst sort of mutant! And there were so many!

Finally her curiousity could bear no longer and she peeked her head out the doorway and raised an eyebrow.

"Unsuitable for what?"

1/2

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Oh man, suspicious is right. Mao had totally failed to notice the gray-skinned creature who was watching him from a distance. This was very a very fortunate break; if he had happened to catch sight of her, he would--

"Unsuitable for what?"

Wuh-oh.

Mao whirled around almost immediately. "None of these rooms are suitable for..."

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

He cut himself off upon seeing the exact identity of the person he was talking to. Oh my. That skin... those horns... that incredible tint to her eyes...

As if in some kind of trance, a twisted grin stretched across Mao's face as he approached her. "Oh... I've never seen a demon like you before... how fascinating...!"

He was drooling.

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

Disciple skittered backwards into the bathroom, well aware of that look. It was the type on predators she'd been facing down her whole life. It was hunger.

"I'm not a demon!"

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

You thought you saved yourself with that, Disciple? Noooope. You just made it even worse.

"No?!" he gasped, giving chase into the bathroom. "Enlighten me! What are you, then? A monster? A human?! Or even something else?! I'm sure I could find out if you gave me just a minute, a few small cuts... identify your intestines, take a look-see through your brain perhaps... it wouldn't hurt..."

(Spoiler: it would hurt. A lot.)

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

She hissed, a reflex leftover from being corner one too many times and her hand raised up slightly, the claws at her fingertips at the ready.

"I'm a troll!" She curled her other hand over her stomach as if to protect herself from the things he described.

1/2

[bubbleglub.livejournal.com]

[TROLLS IN TROUBLE]

2/2

[bubbleglub.livejournal.com]

[In a matter of seconds her 2x3dent was decaptchalouged, pressing into the alien mans back-- hard enough to feel, but not hard enough to cause any bleeding.]

Back off.

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you try knocking down some walls of the empty rooms?"

Ankh simply couldn't help overhearing the over dramatic rage and hysteria. Then again it was pretty hard not to. But never the less, he walked up behind Mao with his hands in his pockets. "Then you can make one big room."

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

"No, fool! I can't do that!" Mao didn't even bother to turn around to address whoever he was talking to. "I don't even know the layout of this tower! If I just set a Blast Finger on them or something, I could make the whole thing collapse, and then I'd be dead!"

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

"Tch, don't just blast them. haphazardly. Knock them down carefully and leave some pillars for support. Then you can build around them."

Far be it from Ankh to even know what the layout of the tower was, but if the freaky white-haired dude could pull it off, it'd certainly give some insight.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

"I don't have that degree of control over the energy blasts yet." This was said in a quieter voice, as if he was contemplating the possibilities of what to do next. "I would need some kind of specialized workers, or... or a machine or... something." As usual, he was ignoring the predominant issue at hand, the issue being that he knew nothing more about this place than Ankh did.

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

"Just get some people to help you knock down the walls in a more controlled way. There must be tools around here you could use. That way you can make sure none of the crucial support crumbles." Ankh was gesturing for emphasis, but he was at least courteous enough to walk around a bit to stand off to the side of Mao's line of sight.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

"I said specialized workers," huffed Mao in response. "I doubt the people here could knock their way out of a paper bag." And he would need to hold off on the demolition anyway, because of the distinct lack of blueprints for this tower.

lalala brackets

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[Hi Mr. Scientist! Have a mutant girl!]

Uhh there's a medical-y place? Maybe you can build one there!

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

'Medical-y place'? [That would have to be a hospital of some kind. Yes, YES! And there might be some equipment there too!] Which level is this... medical-y place? [He's turned around and is now approaching Molly.]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[she holds out two fingers] It's on the second floor! I can show you if you want!

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, please do! [He's drooling...]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Okay! It's this way! [she starts walking towards the stairs] What's the lab for anyway?

Oh wow how late am I to this party?

[invisiblebombs.livejournal.com]

Karasu tried to stay out of the room as much as he could- as such, he had hardly seen any of his roommates. But he did occasionally actually need something out of his trunk, and when he did he was rather used to his area being left alone.

Seeing a book on his bed was more of a shock to him than the new wall decorations. He could almost admire them, and the quick acclimation to the new area. The mess could be overlooked. But the invasion of his space...

"What is this?" he questioned, picking the book up and staring at the new kid and his strange box.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

It took Mao a couple of seconds to realize that someone was talking to him, but when he did, he finally managed to pause his game and look up. The person probably wouldn't look very out of place back in his Netherworld, but if his experiences with the other people from this tower were anything to go by, none of them understood the first thing about demons. Which was why he had put that book there, which the new person was now asking about.

"That's called a 'book'," Mao said drily. "And you have to read it. The entire thing."

[invisiblebombs.livejournal.com]

One brow arched, and had his mouth been visible Mao would probably have been able to see precisely how Karasu felt about being told what he was supposed to do. The only person who had ever had the gall to even try was dead now, and then here was this apparent kid...

Hrm, perhaps he should be careful. Kids did tend to give him trouble, after all. "I understand precisely what this object is, I am not a complete fool after all. The question was more of a 'what is this doing on my bed' and 'who are you to say I have to read it?'"

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

"It's on your bed because I put it there," he responded in a tone similar to what he had used before. "And you're to read it because I told you to. I am the strongest Overlord in existence today--" (...he was also the only Overlord in existence today...) "--and I'm saying that book there should be required reading for the entire tower. It's a creed to follow in order to become a stronger, smarter, and more proficient demon."

[invisiblebombs.livejournal.com]

'Strongest overlord in existence'? Karasu was more than a little doubtful of that, but he wasn't so weak as to lose control of his temper. He strode over to the boy, and tossed the book down on the bed, staring down at him.

"I am not in need of a creed to teach me how to be what I already am." It was with great effort that he kept his voice even, and moreso that he didn't go further on about what he saw as a grave insult. He simply turned and with a few more quick strides returned to his bed.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

"So you are a demon," he muttered under his breath. That answers that question, then. And one evil enough to directly dismiss the orders of his Overlord, at that! In almost any other situation Mao would have flown into a rage by now, but somehow his massively inflated ego managed to notice that this guy had a lot of balls. He did whatever he wanted, with a completely care- and obligation-free lifestyle -- which, in his Netherworld, was the ideal demonic mindset. So in some twisted reacharound way, there was actually a sliver of respect for him sitting in Mao's heart.

But all he said was, "Hmph."