Post by Laharl Krichevskoy on Sept 28, 2013 3:04:41 GMT
Squeezing the small tube, Laharl stuck his tongue out just barely as they held the two pieces together and carefully applied the superglue. Superglue; wasn't that a perfect produce name? And it performed exactly as it should! This was certainly a welcome change from how everything else around here functioned. Laharl had been sorely disappointed to find that chocolate wasn't doing nearly as good a job of restoring the wounds he'd received and he wasn't enjoying drinking hen's blood as much as he used to. But superglue, superglue still did precisely what it said.
Laharl had been in the classroom for some time now, at least an hour, though he wasn't exactly keeping track. His mission had been simple: to punish those that believed that he should be attending class with a bunch of insolent human children. To be fair, most of them hadn't started as children. It did seem as though the norm leaned more toward some kind of spectacular circumstance than otherwise. Still, that didn't matter to the Great Laharl. He'd gone through his schooling years ago, and he had about a millennium on most of imbeciles in the class.
Which was precisely what he was going to demonstrate now. He'd already used his superglue to seal up the teacher's desk in this classroom, and he'd made certain to booby-trap a door above it, setting it so that the moment the teacher opened said drawer, these fake snakes would spring out. Laharl had briefly thought about using real snakes, but he realized that they would probably be dead by the time the teacher got to them. That and snakes were expensive, and Laharl was still living off the pitiful allowance the school gave them.
He'd since moved on, hitting up several students' desks. Laharl wasn't quite sure where all the people who most deserved it sat, so he was sort of hitting the desks at random. There was a lot of gluing though, and something very much like vandalism. Laharl had managed to procure a knife, and he'd used that to carve arcane symbols into some desks. They technically should cause the student who sat in them to explode, but Laharl wasn't getting his hopes up. Finally, he sat down in a desk, looking over the classroom, wondering where he should hit next...
Laharl had been in the classroom for some time now, at least an hour, though he wasn't exactly keeping track. His mission had been simple: to punish those that believed that he should be attending class with a bunch of insolent human children. To be fair, most of them hadn't started as children. It did seem as though the norm leaned more toward some kind of spectacular circumstance than otherwise. Still, that didn't matter to the Great Laharl. He'd gone through his schooling years ago, and he had about a millennium on most of imbeciles in the class.
Which was precisely what he was going to demonstrate now. He'd already used his superglue to seal up the teacher's desk in this classroom, and he'd made certain to booby-trap a door above it, setting it so that the moment the teacher opened said drawer, these fake snakes would spring out. Laharl had briefly thought about using real snakes, but he realized that they would probably be dead by the time the teacher got to them. That and snakes were expensive, and Laharl was still living off the pitiful allowance the school gave them.
He'd since moved on, hitting up several students' desks. Laharl wasn't quite sure where all the people who most deserved it sat, so he was sort of hitting the desks at random. There was a lot of gluing though, and something very much like vandalism. Laharl had managed to procure a knife, and he'd used that to carve arcane symbols into some desks. They technically should cause the student who sat in them to explode, but Laharl wasn't getting his hopes up. Finally, he sat down in a desk, looking over the classroom, wondering where he should hit next...
