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]

[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.

[fashionable]

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! ♥

[purrtagonist]

[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]