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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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[That's what she's hoping at least.]
He seems to be looking for something, so maybe if I keep quiet and let him worry about that then it will be alright.
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[rip undine caught in the middle of this soon to unfold madness]
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He said something about a keyblade? But he wouldn't explain what that was.
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He's really bossy too. And mean. I hate having to act weak like that around him!
[Actually it wasn't THAT much of an act, she genuinely was frightened of him. But shhh she's trying to act brave now.]
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What does he look like?
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The sad state of affairs of never once seeing Vanitas in person, or seeing similarly body-snatched Ven.] It can't be.
Maybe I can talk to him. [He means for her sake. BUT ALSO HIS?] See what he wants.
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[No seriously she would like to stay alive.]
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He'll know me, too.