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]

[he offers her a placid smile]

No. That's all right.

Just know that I don't intend to put anyone in this group in unnecessary danger.

[venomosity]

I would hope not. Even if I prefer to work alone... what kind of team would we be otherwise?

[purrtagonist]

[she's got him there]

Not a very good one.

[and putting aside how he feels about these rules, he doesn't think it fair to condemn his fellow Reapers to death by being reckless or stupid. regardless of how. . . uh. them. they are]

[venomosity]

[honestly it's mostly just junko and dahlia who need to be apologized for, but still]

Glad we're on the same page on that note, then, Mr. Kurusu.

[purrtagonist]

[that is essentially who he is thinking of here, yep]

Hm.

Likewise, Hawthorne-san.