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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[venomosity]

[shrugs]

She started it by calling me a snake. You made the comparison too, didn't you?

[purrtagonist]

I did.

If two of us made the comparison, then that must mean the association is that obvious.

1/2

[venomosity]

Oh, but no one who isn't in this alley will be any the wiser. After all—

[venomosity]

Who would suspect... a frail girl like me...

[purrtagonist]

[. . .]

How long do you think you can keep up the mask?

[venomosity]

I've done it my whole life and afterlife, Mr. Kurusu. Surely I can last another few weeks.

[purrtagonist]

[mmmmmmmmm]

I wonder. . .

[idly, quietly, to himself, but loud enough for her to overhear]

. . . what made you this way?

[venomosity]

[her eyes flash]

Don't ask questions you're not ready to hear the answers to, boy.

[purrtagonist]

Kurusu.

[he corrects, firm and defiant]

Don't presume you know what I can or can't handle.

[venomosity]

You're not even legal, I can call you "boy" all I want.

[and she'll just leave it at that, only smirking dismissively at his last comment.]

[purrtagonist]

[bristles, hackles raised, but doesn't say anything else. now isn't the time to pick a fight, that's for sure]