towerofanimus | Manga and temper tantrums: Best way to start the day

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Manga and temper tantrums: Best way to start the day

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?!"

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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?"

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..."

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.

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!"

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.)

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.

[TROLLS IN TROUBLE]

[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.

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[His face has lost its dazed look and has reverted back to infuriated when he turns around to a trident in his back, but stares at Feferi for several long seconds.]

...Ohhh! You're a... 'troll' too, are you? [Griiiin.] We-ellllll... it never hurts to have backup parts...

[Disciple shook her head] Stop this! We aren't something to play around with.

[Highblood. Wow highblood why are defending her--never mind]

We're people just the same as anyone else.

[And its pressed harder into his back, pinching into his skin.]

Leave her alone. Don't even think of touching one of my people.

How many of you people are there?! [He's glaring back at Feferi now. Apparently the presence of real danger has overridden his creeper-trance.] ...Whatever! I don't care how many there are! I can take you all any time I want.

...So far two. [She stands up straighter and tilts her head] You don't need to take anyone, no one ever meant you harm. You attacked furst...

I have 12 close friends, and I have encountered five of them thus far. If my hearsay is any indication, there's even more. We are the strongest race in the galaxy, a planet conquering race, and I highly suggest you leave now.

[She so super srz she aint even fish punnin' 8T She ROYAL TALKIN'.]

Then how come I've never heard of you? [Oh, you want high-and-mightiness talk? YOU GOT IT.] There are thousands of Netherworlds! And I control the strongest of them! [Not *totally* a lie...] I've never even heard of your 'planet-conquering race'!!

[She winced. Of course we bring out the planet conquering]

Either way, we don't have to fight! We can get along. It's pointless to shed any blood of any color. If you don't hurt us, we have no problem.

[Fef is gonna move to position herself between Disciple and the crazy alien man, 2x3dent still pointing ominously towards him.]

It's because we're all from different reefs, you glubbin douchefin!

[UGH see what you did she's punning again.]

So just make like a fish and swim away.

[He's ignoring Feferi now; normally he would have a fit about that smartass comment she made, but something else was bothering him.] Who ever mentioned colored blood? It comes in red. That's it! [Idiots.]

...Red? [Oh now she's distracted too. Sorry Feferi. Grand tales of Sufferer's philosophies are postponed for weird alien biology]

...You mean brighty red?

You don't have different colors?

You do?

[He doesn't know whether to be shocked or interested by this.]

Of course. [She waves a hand at him, gesturing to the green accented outfit she was wearing] Green.

Purple.

So you just... wear it. [Shooshshoosh, he's still getting used to troll society, give him a moment.]

Usually yes! It shows others your blood color...it's supposed to mean you're a lower or higher caste. But I never believed that.

[Ohhh brazenly defying hemospectrum. Ish.]

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FEFERI THE HERO!

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'Glubbing douchefin' is the best insult ever. Jussayin'.

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