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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[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?

1/2

[purrtagonist]

[what the]

[purrtagonist]

Of course you play video games.

[letting that go with no comment, even if it did knock him off guard for a moment]

I don't know which kind you play, though. I'm not psychic.

[concertmaster]

I'm obviously the kid screaming that I fucked your mom in Call of Duty.

[he absolutely isn't, just because that's not nearly soul-crushing enough]

[purrtagonist]

Nope. You're not. Because no one's going to believe that coming from a ten-year-old.

I bet you're meaner.

[concertmaster]

I've seduced older women under false pretenses before, don't try me.

[well. it happened once.]

You wouldn't be wrong though.

[purrtagonist]

Doubt.

[you're a BABY, Max]

[concertmaster]

The Internet's a wonderful place to scam people.

[purrtagonist]

Also a wonderful place to watch cute cat videos. I know a site, if you're interested.

[concertmaster]

Hell yeah.

[... yeah]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . well, all right]

Okay.

But I'm not giving it away for free. Let's make a deal, first.

[AKIRA PLZ DON'T MAKE DEALS WITH THE HOST]

[concertmaster]

[hm. he raises an eyebrow]

What do you want.

[this is a deal with the devil, but akira is satan, so]