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reapertoire) wrote2018-03-05 10:45 am
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week 0, monday
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At 7am on Monday, all of you have been abruptly woken up by being transported to a dark alley. Wait. Are there even dark alleys here? Where are you. What is with the music? Before you can question it too much, out of the darkness steps... The Host. All four feet and pissed off attitude of him. He's got his hands in his hoodie pocket as he nonchalantly addresses you: "Reapers. Like you know, you've been volunteered by your respective Composers to participate in this Game. Say hi. We'll be in contact at this time every week to give you your orders. Special orders have already been given for the week, so... fucking chill, I guess." ![]() private conversations ☠ murder proposals ☠ money full nav |
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So I guess you have some ideas already?
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[ Her words fall into a new accent — a British one with enough of a pompous tone to come off like some stuck up Queen. No crown needed. ]
To not move the pieces, to find the dubious complicity in allowing someone else to make the first move...? That is how your pawns fall.
[ She clears her throat. ]
We're to find hope and crush it. I want the ones who have the audacity to believe they're privileged enough to possibly join our ranks and those spineless enough to begin their life anew.
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Undine listens to Junko's rant and casts worrying glances to Ranpo and Akira, as if to say 'H E L P']
I...I see.
[Just smile and nod, don't let the crazy one know you think she's crazy.]
Well that's certainly our job, isn't it? To weed out the ones who shouldn't get that chance.
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Ne, Blue-chan, don't worry about it. Junkocchi and I are pretty good at this.
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Thank you...I'll defer to you two on this then.