have you ever tasted fear or loss of control

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Characters: Mao and YOU YOU YOU
Setting: Dorms near room 1-04
Format: I'll match you
Summary: Mao returns to the tower in perfect mental health.
Warnings: Very angry creeper warning

It wasn’t like he minded being out of that godforsaken place. For all the things this tower had done to him, walking around the ruined hallways of Evil Academy? That was a billion times worse. In fact, when he woke up with paralysis throughout his body, it was almost… welcomed? Almost. His mind really wasn’t working that well at the moment. In its defense, though, it had taken a lot of abuse.
 
The memories were fuzzy, but they were for the most part accurate. The paralysis wore off after a short while, and then he was welcome to get up and explore the room, which at the moment was empty. After changing out of that stupid outfit and into his regular clothes, Mao unloaded his trunk, as he had done last time, and left the anime, games, and comics strewn about the room, once again as he had done last time. There were considerably less of them this time, though. He distributed the ‘Demon’s Handbook’ onto the three other beds, with a sticky note on them that read “REQUIRED READING” in thick red marker. He hung his assorted weapons and torture devices on the wall. It was all terribly familiar, because he had done it all before.
 
Once he was done redecorating the room to his liking, Mao sat on the bed and stared at the door for a moment. He thought briefly and flittingly that he would need to find a place to put all of his supplies; hopefully the tower had come up with a suitable lab area in his absence.
 
A second later, he was screaming like a madman and punching the door furiously. He probably got a fist through there.

Comments

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

Some moments after that freakout started, the door will be pulled open, and a not-pleased-looking man stands there, peering down at Mao.

"You are obnoxiously loud."

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

“Yeah, so?” Mao is practically radiating cocky teenager-ness. He’s still panting heavily, though, which reduces the impact somewhat. “I can do… whatever I want!”

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

"It would be wise to not do things that can irritate those of us stuck here with you, child." As much as Mao's giving off cocky teenager vibe, Protoman counters it with icy condescension.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

“Don’t make me laugh! You’re not a threat to me!” You now know that Mao is making total shit up. This is exemplified by the fact that if he was so high and poweful, he wouldn’t have been dragged off here in the first place… again.

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

There are no words from Protoman to start - he simply moves his arm, breaking the door off its hinges, tossing it away behind him. It clatters in the hallway floor as he peers down at the smaller fellow.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

“Whoa!” Mao pretty much jumped back when the person wrenched the door, but fortunately, he is a very acrobatic little bugger. So he had shortly bounded across the room, taken down his favorite sword from the wall, and was ready for action – smiling like a maniac. “Mwahahaha! Didn’t I just get done telling you that you can’t defeat me?” Never mind that Protoman didn’t even say anything about defeating him at all.

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

Get equipped with: Helmet!

He speaks as he dons the thing. "No, you stated that I was not a threat to you," he answers, huffing slightly. This one was a stubborn one, it seemed. Protoman pulls his shield out, not yielding from his position.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

“It’s the same thing!” Wow, what an idiot. No wonder he’s so pathetically weak. Hang on a second… that costume looked familiar…

“Wait a minute, I know you!” Mao’s grin quickly returns, and he erupts into laughter a moment later. “Mwahahaha! Of course! You’re Prism Red! Ahahaha, what are you doing here, loser?!”

Psst, Protoman – he’s mistaking you for a Power Ranger.

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

"Either way, it's still wrong - as is your assumption about my identity. My name is Protoman - not Prism Red." His tone is flat and not-amused. "Perhaps you are in need of stronger lenses."

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

"Whatever! You posers all look the same anyway." He crosses his arms and huffs. Mao simply refuses to believe that he is wrong in anything, even if it was just mistaking Protoman for the Netherworld's resident Power Rangers. And even if he really does need a new pair of glasses, because these ones have kind of taken a beating.

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

"Hmn." He steps back, away from the doorframe. "As I said before - keep the noise down." Because clearly getting the fellow to huff and shut up means he's been tamed.