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

[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."

[invisiblebombs.livejournal.com]

He bit his tongue to keep from snapping back that yes, he was a demon and he was insulted that this kid had thought he was anything but, but settled for leaning back on the surface and propping his feet up. The entire debacle left him in dire need of a nap, and it was a testament to how little of a threat he viewed Mao as that he could fall off to sleep so quickly.

All he could hope was that he didn't wake up covered in manga and weaponry.