reapertoire | week 0, monday

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week 0, monday

#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."

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oh...

[ Her features sink a bit. ]

that sounds so boring... i'm sorry for your loss.

[JUST. BLANDLY]

It was awful. I don't know how I survived, solving puzzles and fighting Noise instead of killing my fellow Players.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Hold on a second.

You're pretty cool about this, y'know? Like I'm getting some weally bwig nice guy vibes.

[ Monokuma rolls up, nudging at Akira's leg. ]

Upupupu, I'm feeling it too! It's gotta be those dreamboat eyes or maybe the wizard-like glasses but — ahhh... it's magical...

You're not going to fuck us up, are you?! Do you have what it takes to roll with the HBICs of the Reaper Game of Ultimate Despair!?

[JFC]

[immediately steps back like whoa, eyebrows shooting up in surprise]

[but it's only a moment before he regains his composure, squares his stance, and stares at her with chin tilted up and gaze level]

. . . I'm not stupid. If our lives are on the line just as much as the Players' lives are, I'm not going to take unnecessary risks.

[but he didn't take this job to make people miserable. he didn't take it to mindlessly Erase players at the behest of a different Composer. he took it to give people deserving of a second chance the opportunity to give death the middle finger, and that ideal is something he intends to follow through on until the very end]

[ There's a switch in her personality. From scolding to the pompous attitude fitting for a Queen. ]

Right, so you get it! The 1,2,3's of being a Reaper, yeah?

1. Spread despair — infect them with it, feed it to them, help them see nothing but how delicious it is!
2. Sit back and let them destroy each other — the easiest of all. Treat them as background characters to your grander ACT II! We get a front row seat for their shitty life choices!
3. I'm already bored, we only need like, two rules, right?

[oh my god]

No.

[said bluntly]

I didn't accept this gig to spread misery. And I'm not about to start doing that here.

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so...you want their blood on your hands specifically? you know thats what its going to come down to....

[ Her voice drops into a dry, dull, sad tone... ]

you could avoid the guilt... allow their despair to spread among themselves like some sickness... do you intend to erase them when they could nudge them...?

No.

[that answer comes more quickly, and is far more heated, than his last response. he's been doing a good job of keeping his cool-- that had always been one of his strengths, grace under pressure-- but something about what she says touches a nerve]

[he doesn't snap, though. not completely]

I'll find another way before that happens.

[he says that with such conviction]

[ As he snaps, he can see the sadness wash from her face. It's different — there's a look of pure bliss on her features. Cheeks fluster red, eyes hazy. ]

You're pretty cute when you try to defy me, y'know.

[ I'm so sorry.... ]

Okay... if you just — keep saying that. Keep going against my wishes and driving the wedge between us. Reaper against Reaper in the ultimate showdown of moral conviction..?! It's so despairing — it could rip the fabric of this game apart before it even begins!

[ She fans herself, chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully. ]

And... ah? The look of despair on your face when you realize you have no choice...? Oh em gee...!

[ I'M SORRY. ]

Please let me be there to see it, please, please, please!

[SHE IS SO MUCH TO TAKE IN AT ONCE??? and yet, despite the urge to step back, to put at least a little bit of space between them, he stands firm. for no other reason than to keep up the air of defiance she pointed out, for no other reason than to prove that he isn't intimidated]

Rain check, because that's not going to happen.

[hahahaha]

I said I won't do anything stupid, to risk my life or the lives of anyone else here. [he can't do that, anyway. for Ichigo's sake, for Yusuke's sake, for Makoto's sake] That should be enough for you, shouldn't it?

[what else he decides to do is his own business!!]

[ Dramatic, music defying finger snap. ]

Tell ya what! Here's how the game's going to be played. Not this Reaper's game, but the one between us. I can see it in your eyes. Your disgusting, ugly eyes — hope. You hope there's some other ways to go about this, to preserve the innocence of the people involved here. Hope there's some way to undo the damage we do. Hope you can live — er, maybe not literally live — with yourself for holding such a role....

Ah?

[ She closes the distance, her hands behind her back and she's leaning forward. There's a look of admiration on her face as she speaks. ]

You're going to play your cards and I'll play mine. If our paths cross — it'll be a battle of hope and despair. I want that. You'll do that for me when the time is right, huh?

[ Sorry, she — is insane. ]

[she's waaaay in his personal space now, but he holds his ground. he won't back down first!]

It isn't just "hope."

[stubbornness, determination, hardheadedness, defiance, everything that made Akira Akira, way deep down. he isn't really one to play into people's expectations-- isn't one to play by other people's rules, if he deemed them unjust-- but he can already tell Junko is dangerous. perhaps, if he keeps her occupied. . .?]

If that's how you want to play it, Enoshima-san. . . then make sure you bring your best.

[ And everything that made Enoshima...well, her — it's obvious in the way she declares some interpersonal battle between them. Where he could see them harmoniously working together, she sees the possibility of splitting them up. She sees the destruction this could cause and the despair it could bring. ]

Mm? You're adding some spice to this?

[ She plays cute, tilting on her heels to rock back and forth. It's a shame — she'd be one of the most beautiful girls here if she kept her mouth open, but she sours it. She shows the instability, the inability to predict her own thoughts and feelings. ]

Oh, I will! But, not until the very end, y'know? I can smell the protag on you — I want my super despairing showdown. Maybe you even think you'll be able to save me!

[save her? that doestend to be his modus operandi. but he also can't say that he wants to, this early in the game, when he doesn't know anything about her except her instability, her dangerousness, and the way she revels in misery]

[he doesn't respond, instead opting to ask a question of his own]

Why are you like this?

[it feels like a valid one, even if he doesn't expect an actual answer]

Given the choice between helping and hurting, why do you swing towards the latter?

Maybe I was born with it. Maybe it's Maybelline?

because... oh, my isn't it obvious..? helping to solve the problems at hand... giving hope.. it's too boring for me... i wasn't lying, i won't get into much detail, but you deserve a reward for looking at me with such contempt — i haven't seen that since....

[ naegi makoto. ]

ah.. nevermind, he's alive undoing all of my hard work...how...despairing... the point being, swinging by the later is the exact opposite of hope. it's messy, convuluted and unpredictable. and that is what drives me to it. it undoes the shackles of the super super super super super boring mudane life.... despair achieves more than hope. it's the gateway while hope is the gate. why be blocked by locked gates when you can pass into your own garden... uhhhh the tl;dr is despair balances hope, yes.....but it is your end..... the conclusion to a story you couldn't predict... and i just want that for everyone... to live the most fulfilling and non-boring life imaginable... isn't it great..?

[ The sadness that washes over her voice remains, her eyes glazed with tears but there's an unusual calmness about her voice. ]

[it's eerie, how she talks about this with such calmness, such certainty. it sends a bit of a chill down his spine, even though he does his best to repress it. it's far beyond anything Goro Akechi-- a detective who didn't deserve to be forgiven (who would never be forgiven, for stealing away Akira's life, even if Akira eventually stole it back) but who still got a shitty hand that drove him to madness. but Junko?]

[as far as Akira can tell, this is just how she is. twisted, from the inside out. maybe it's because he doesn't yet understand her?]

[. . . should he try?]

No. That's wrong. I can't agree with any of that. Despair balances hope, but hope is what lifts people up to achieve what was once thought to be unreachable.

[and because of his true canon point, he knows this. from experience]

I guess we'll fucking see! The last world I was in? Y'know, the OG world — maaaaan, it was soooo boring. Like, it was super easy to infiltrate Hope's Peak, it was so predictable how the cards fell in my goddamn favor, and ah? Ah? Ah?? Let me shut the fuck up before I blab too much!

[ She has to wonder, will any of them ever despair? They find themselves in a role where they were meant to spread it... The reluctance in his eyes... it makes her stomach churn. His refusal to find himself charmed by her very essence... Junko wants to tear him down worse than the poor souls in the game. ]

Final act, your hope and my despair — it's going to be wonderful.

[his fingers ball into fists, tight in his pockets, but his outward expression remains even. he doesn't want this to be a show. he doesn't want any of this to be for entertainment. he wants to find out what the fuck is going on with this game, and stop it, without having to draw blood himself]

[his mouth twitches, and he finally offers her a smile, placid and calm]

We'll see.

But I can't help but wonder, then. How you're going to feel when you lose.

Mmmm?! I lost once already and it was the most despairing thing of my entire life. To be beaten at my own game, to see the disgusting win for hope...

[ She's practically foaming at the mouth... ]

Please, do your very best and beat me! ♥

[THAT WAS NOT NEARLY AS SATISFYING OF A RESPONSE AS HE HAD HOPED FOR. he'd be way more conflicted about it if he wasn't so focused on doing this his way that her reaction in and of itself wasn't enough to deter him]

[the smile does fade though, replaced again with that stony resolve]

I will. If only because I don't do anything halfway.

[and with that? he turns on his heel to pester Max or Undine again]

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