reapertoire | graveyard

#GRAVEYARD

Well, that sucked!

That might be your first thought when you open your eyes to find yourself in a lavishly decorated room with a nice, soft bed. Or maybe you’re thinking about something else, it doesn’t really matter, since the only important thing right now is that you’re alive. Sort of. You’re still dead, but you also still exist, so that’s better than nothing.

Whenever you decide to leave the room to venture out into the rest of the building, you’ll find that… hm. You sure have found yourself somewhere interesting, and there are plenty of places to explore. Foods from all of the weeks prior can be found in the hotel’s kitchen, as well as an entertainment center in the next room; just because you’re dead-dead doesn’t mean you can’t still have fun while the Reaper’s Game continues. Dare you try your luck with the ice cream machine in this weird place…? Or do you explore the mysterious board game that rests on the lobby’s table? Nothing’s stopping you.

You’re absolutely able to leave the hotel, by the way. As soon as you step outside, you’ll find yourself in whatever area is currently open to the remaining Players for the current week. The only thing is, in addition to being invisible to the shadowy denizens of the RG... it seems you can’t interact at all with your fellow active Players in the UG, either. Weird!

But that’s okay, you’re not totally alone in this limbo-squared! There are others around who you can interact with, and you might recognize them as the other people who have been Erased during the course of the game. In fact, there’s one rather special resident of this place... it’s none other than Dahlia Hawthorne. You might remember her as Utena Tenjou’s murderer from the first week! Upon seeing you, she smirks, welcoming you to the party.

“Did you really think you'd seen the last of me? Welcome to the Under-Underground—the loser’s playground, a failure like the rest of us,” she taunts, swirling the teacup in her hand with an almost gleeful look in her eyes. Then, as if to preempt whatever the new arrivals wish to respond with, she rolls her eyes and adds, “The stupid name wasn’t my choice, by the way. As if I’d choose something that dumb to preside over.”

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--you're not saying what I think you're saying, right, Monika.

[chuuya takes her by the shoulders, there.]

You didn't decide to die.

[ monika... somehow, did not expect this from chuuya. the thing is, if he has a reaction to it, then that means she has to be respectful. she doesn't know his past. she looks apologetic for a moment, but her expression settles into something determined and steely. ]

I did. Izaya and I spoke, and we decided the best thing to do would be to die. As a Reaper, I think he was always meant to be a lifeline taken from the players. However -

Chuuya, I am a lonely girl. I did not want to be without him.

...Are you angry with me?

[he's quiet for a moment, while that sinks in; his hands still grip her shoulders, but it seems almost like he may have nothing to say to that, or that he may eventually let go.

"my goal right now is to commit double suicide with a beautiful woman"-- god, he could strangle izaya right now for continuing to remind him so much of dazai. but it isn't izaya in front of him, it's monika, who helped them and gave them information and accepted what they had done--

who gave up, in the end.]

Of course I'm angry! What the hell were you two thinking, killing each other like that?! Make them come for you! Go after them! Take them down with you! Do anything, Monika--

[chuuya can't quite keep his voice down, or keep the agitation from it.]

I was counting on you. We were. And you just gave up and quit.

[ monika lets him talk. she has no desire to stop him. in the end, this is what he has to do, too. monika thinks about sayori, with her depression, and yuri, with her addiction. she thinks of natsuki, with her horrible home life. sometimes, these things need to be said. she listens.

his words sting, but she needs him to let it out. she needs to know where chuuya is. so... when he's done, she puts one hand on his, where it rests on his shoulder. she smiles, but it's pained. ]

When I was alive, in the real world, I actually didn't really exist.

I was a game character. A program. You know that, to some extent. But it goes deeper than that. I was in a game where the point of the world was to be a romancable character for the player. I did not get that. What I got was the knowledge that my world was so small and pointless. With that came a great amount of power. Anything I wanted, I could do. I could even change the way people acted. If it suited me, I could change someone's personality, or alter their appearance... whatever I wanted.

In a way, I became something like a God.

However, I was lonely.

I thought about this a lot. "Deletion" is my cause of death, because the only way to end a program is to delete it. I could do this in my game. It was easy. One click of a button, and suddenly, that person was completely gone.

Knowing this truth about the game, that nothing was real, that my reality was a lie, that my friends had no will or purpose, and that I would amount to nothing, I thought my only option was to die.

But I didn't. I held out one hope. For the Player to love me.

...I guess he did not. After all, I ended up here, right...? Haha... or maybe I went through with deleting myself after all. I don't know.

To me, ... that is giving up.

Being here, now, talking to you, knowing that the goal is to give us all our second chance, to me... I have fought. And I have won. Our goal is to bring the Erased back, and stop this fucking game.

Sacrifices are made. I was one of them.

The whole lot of us will not be that, though. I know that, in my heart.

Do you trust me?

[to his credit, he at least listens. the least he can do after all monika's done for him is hear her out. but...]

More than one person plays a game, right? You probably could've found one even if that player didn't love you.

You could've found another way to go out here, too.

[he lets go of her then, shakes his head.]

I can't answer that right now, Monika.

[sacrifices have to be made, sure, chuuya knows that, but self-sacrifice is another thing entirely. he still won't call his own death one, even if the argument could definitely be made.

'ideals like that are for people who don't have strength'-- he said that to someone once, didn't he? it's so vague in his memory that maybe he's only thinking it now.]

[ for what it's worth, she only smiles apologetically. ]

I think the Reapers have to go.

Izaya... was a Reaper.

However, I refused to let him die alone. He deserves that. [ hence the, uh, show. earlier. ]

In addition, the numbers must be culled.

...Selfishly - I wanted to see you again, too. We weren't close, but I like you. As a friend, you are... true.

Don't say shit like that right now--

[he's trying to stay angry, but fuck, she makes it hard with that.]

Look, if I'd thought it had to happen for us to win, I would've killed Orihara myself. I just-

I can't agree with what you did.

Yeah, I get it. I don't expect everyone to.

[ monika looks to the sky for a moment. she thinks of sayori. she thinks of how she might have reacted. ]

You're saying that because, deep down, you like me. You think I am better than what I did. I know. Sometimes, we make mistakes willingly. That's... what it means to be human, you know? ...Bitches be crazy.

['sometimes, we make mistakes willingly'.

something about that hits a chord, with chuuya. he's been unable to think of his original death as a sacrifice, that wasn't quite the choice he made--

a conscious mistake, though, might be more like it. that line of reasoning resonates more.]

... I still don't know if I like you analyzing me like that, Monika.

[but it puts more of a damper on that flare of anger. even so, it doesn't stop chuuya from turning his back on her.]

I don't have anything else to say to you.

[which translates to 'I need space'. it's all something he needs to process before they can speak again, though he can't exactly put it into words.]

[ oh. that hurts her. he turns away from monika, and her heart sinks. it isn't in the way it might if izaya or jacopo would do the same to her, but... it hurts sort of like when her club members shut her down. as if they couldn't trust her, in that moment. had she gone too far?

... of course she had. that is monika to her core: the worrisome club president. ]

...See you later.

Despite this moment, you're still part of my motley crue of adorable criminals that I love dearly, Chuuya.

[ and she means that.

welcome to the yan zone motherfucker ]

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should we cw suicide talk on this

prob but also....we r rebels (cw suicide talk)

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