week 0, monday

[reapertoire]

#REAPER MEET UP

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." game info ☠ setting ☠ statuses ☠ ic profiles private conversations ☠ murder proposals ☠ money full nav

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[concertmaster]

[he just shrugs because. y'know. he doesn't know your composer either, akira!!]

Ha ha, fuck no. I'd never take on a hands-on position like that.

[purrtagonist]

Game Master? Harrier? . . . Support?

[IDK WHAT RANK IS THE HOST SUPPOSED TO BE]

[concertmaster]

Don't worry too much about it. It's not relevant to you guys.

[:)]

[purrtagonist]

[EXCUSE]

[his eyes narrow, and he is responding in the most sarcastic tone he can manage, which is pretty darn sarcastic]

Oh yeah, that makes me feel waaaaay better about being suddenly volunteered for a Game that isn't a part of my original agreement. Also, you're telling us our job is to specifically Erase the other Players which, already dead or not, is sort of like murder. Also--

[sarcasm turning into sparks of actual anger, here]

-- why the hell are Yusuke and Makoto here?

[concertmaster]

[he's rolling his eyes at the rant and not answering that part, but:]

If it helps any, they're probably not yours. There's a million versions of worlds out there, and each of them has a Game. Any little deviation makes a new one.

[purrtagonist]

[SORRY MAX YOU GOT A FEISTY ONE]

Makoto and Yusuke are Makoto and Yusuke, no matter what.

[so yeah, that doesn't help]

[concertmaster]

[he just sighs and shrugs, because he can't blame akira but he's also, y'know, not in charge of this bs]

Then put them under your protection, what do I care? You're the Reaper. You're gonna be picking and choosing victims. Just make sure those two aren't on anyone's list.

[purrtagonist]

Already planned on it.

[no worries he'll make that point incredibly clear to his fellow Reapers soon enough]

Now that we're alone, can you tell us who the big guy in charge is?

. . . and why they built the Game like-- this?

[concertmaster]

Composer's identity is on a need to know basis.

[but he goes less dismissive for the other part:]

... Alright, look. A Game like yours, where Reapers never have to Erase Players, even indirectly? That's pretty fucking rare. I'm not saying this Game isn't cocoa for cocoa puffs-- you're Reapers on loan, that's pretty fucking weird-- but in most Games, Reapers have to do really fucked up shit.

[purrtagonist]

[a frustrated noise rumbles in the back of his throat, but to his credit? he swallows whatever snarky response he has prepared for something a li'l more wry, a li'l more sincere]

. . .

Like winning the lottery. . .

[ha]

Do you say that from experience?

[concertmaster]

[shrugs]

Experience, observation, and the knowledge that 99% of the time if someone's given the power over a bunch of people like that, they're gonna fuck them over.

[purrtagonist]

[gods, right?]

[he can't even argue that point, considering it was like, 99% of his life. and instead just gives a soft, distasteful snort in response]

That's usually how it goes, yeah.

[hands in his pockets, he rocks back on a heel, kicking at the ground]

The fact that we're Reapers on loan doesn't make you suspicious of this whole set up?

[concertmaster]

That's the least fucked up thing in this entire set-up, to be honest. At least they asked.

[purrtagonist]

I don't remember getting my invitation in the mail. It must've gotten lost.

[HE KNOWS MAX MEANS THEY ASKED THEIR RESPECTIVE COMPOSERS BUT]

[LOOK]

[L O O K]

[concertmaster]

If you wanted to get to decide your assignments, you should've gunned for a promotion.

[SHRUG!!!]

[purrtagonist]

[he hasn't even had the chance to do that yet this is his first Reaping!!!]

Will you be a reference if I decide to apply for one?

[STILL DRY]

[concertmaster]

If you make it without getting Erased? Sure, why the fuck not. Nothing I've ever wanted more in post-life than being the guy who gets jobs for a generation in a shitty economy.

[he takes your joke and ruins it]

[purrtagonist]

[THANKS MAX]

. . .

I kind of see why they put you charge.

[concertmaster]

Nah, it was my absolute lack of giving a shit. The sadistic streak was ruined when I died. The fuck's the point to making people suffer when they're already dead and already know that life's bullshit? No one who winds up here's all happy and hunky-dory in denial all the time.

[please stop him before he karkat rants]

[purrtagonist]

[MAX PLEASE. . . his response probably isn't very inspiring, though]

No. That's exactly what I meant.

[???]

What sort of things do you do for fun, Max?

[non. . . sequitur??]

[concertmaster]

Sorry, that information's classified.

[with a deadpan face]

[purrtagonist]

In my Shibuya there's an arcade on Central Street with an extremely popular shooting game.

You should try it.

Work out some of that pent up aggression.

[concertmaster]

I miss my BB gun.

[now THAT'S a non-sequitur]

I was fucking with you, by the way, but now the info's seriously classified.

[purrtagonist]

[you'll shoot your eye out, kid]

I had a feeling you were.

My suggestion still stands.

[concertmaster]

[no but he did aim it straight at someone's eyes when he got it]

I'm a ten year old kid, Joker. [... who knows your entire life story] You seriously think I don't play videogames?