Post by Laharl Krichevskoy on Sept 28, 2013 3:21:52 GMT
There were bags in Laharl's dorm. Not many, not enough to indicate that they'd finally given in and moved adults out of the stinking hell hole that they claimed was housing, but there were certainly bags. Laharl didn't see anyone attached to the bags, and he was seriously hoping that whomever they belonged to had been confused and left them here on accident. for surely these pathetic fools weren't about to try and set Laharl up with another roommate, not after what happened to the last one.
Laharl prodded a bag with his foot, frowning. Things did not look good. He'd have to assert his authority, make sure to claim as much of the territory as he could. Laharl glanced around the dorm, proud to see that he'd already taken some measures to ensure his dominant position. His possessions covered nearly every surface of the dorm, which was something of a feat, really. Laharl hadn't experienced that back home in the Netherworld ,but then again, most of his possessions had gone into the interdimensional space reserved for inventory, either that or they'd been cleaned up by his various servants.
Just to make certain, however, Laharl went and grabbed some of his dirty laundry. At least he'd managed to accumulate a fair amount of clothing in his time here, most of which he'd worn more times than was probably strictly sanitary. He picked up a particularly foul pair of underpants, which he situated on the bed post of the bed that did not belong to him.
"Hmm, perhaps I should work at carving my name into things," Laharl muttered, scanning the bed. He'd thought about dragging it over to create a double-bed, but to be honest, he actually preferred confinement. He'd slept in a coffin back home, after all, and likely would have opted for that here, had he any money to work with. As it was, the bed would do. Laharl continued moving about the room, spreading his possessions and preparing defenses. The fridge! He needed to claim the most important device in the entire dorm! Perhaps he could shove a sock in there. For he would claim his territory! None would steal away any land belonging to the Great Overlord Laharl!
Laharl prodded a bag with his foot, frowning. Things did not look good. He'd have to assert his authority, make sure to claim as much of the territory as he could. Laharl glanced around the dorm, proud to see that he'd already taken some measures to ensure his dominant position. His possessions covered nearly every surface of the dorm, which was something of a feat, really. Laharl hadn't experienced that back home in the Netherworld ,but then again, most of his possessions had gone into the interdimensional space reserved for inventory, either that or they'd been cleaned up by his various servants.
Just to make certain, however, Laharl went and grabbed some of his dirty laundry. At least he'd managed to accumulate a fair amount of clothing in his time here, most of which he'd worn more times than was probably strictly sanitary. He picked up a particularly foul pair of underpants, which he situated on the bed post of the bed that did not belong to him.
"Hmm, perhaps I should work at carving my name into things," Laharl muttered, scanning the bed. He'd thought about dragging it over to create a double-bed, but to be honest, he actually preferred confinement. He'd slept in a coffin back home, after all, and likely would have opted for that here, had he any money to work with. As it was, the bed would do. Laharl continued moving about the room, spreading his possessions and preparing defenses. The fridge! He needed to claim the most important device in the entire dorm! Perhaps he could shove a sock in there. For he would claim his territory! None would steal away any land belonging to the Great Overlord Laharl!
