week 1, monday

[reapertoire]

#REAPER MEET UP

If the Reapers are expecting to be teleported into a shady corner by a ten year old again, they may be in for surprise. Instead, they'll wake suddenly, with their IC rulebook in their hand and open to a page in the back -- which contains a note that's only visible to them. "Reapers! Today's meeting will be at the IKEA restaurant at 7 AM sharp! There's coffee and snacks for everyone, so don't be late!" When they arrive at the IKEA restaurant, at 07:00, they'll find themselves walking into a private area of IKEA, with a door that closes and locks behind them once everyone is inside. The foreboding feeling usually present is missing entirely. And, true to form, there's comfortable seating, all manner of IKEA food, and beverages laid out for anyone and everyone to indulge in. Rather than the usual restaurant, the room is occupied by comfortable furniture from the showrooms. Once again, there's music looping forever. Try not to go insane. Already seated (and eating), is Maya Fey, very much alive, who enthusiastically waves them over as she shoves another forkful of meatballs into her mouth. "Hey guys! Take a seat and some chow and let's kick this thing off already!" game info ☠ setting ☠ statuses ☠ ic profiles private conversations ☠ murder proposals ☠ money full nav

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[purrtagonist]

Makoto Niijima and Yusuke Kitagawa.

[absolutely no hesitation]

[fashionable]

No fair! The otter would have been hilarious to kill!

[ She mimics Yusuke with almost perfection: ]

Truly reprehensible... does the vileness in your body know no bounds? Your moral convinction is unsightly!

[ Then she waves him off. ]

Whatever, whatever. Fine. They're safe. But, you owe me too.

[purrtagonist]

[twitch twitch. he shoots her a Look]

Owe you what? A high five? I can pay up now if that's what you want.

1/2

[fashionable]

You owe me because those two are numbers stacked against us. I don't give a fuck.

[ Junko doesn't really speak much on herself besides the obnoxious try-hard moments to feel something. To quench her boredom... ]

[fashionable]

... do you know what it's going to be like when you have to kill them? when, not if. when their last breathes are caused by your hands... when the the last name off their lips is yours?

[ Her tone switches to one that's sad. Her body flops onto the table, knees digging to her chest as she sits in a defensive position. ]

mukuro sounded beautiful for the first time in her life when she died.... less of a gawking pig and more of someone truly at peace... killing my sister is something that is always going to stay with me... no matter how many reaper games pass, no matter how many people i kill or save...

doing it sooner rather than later hurts less... i can promise you that. it's the most despairing thing in the world to succumb to that, but that was how it had to go.

1/2

[purrtagonist]

[holy shit]

[just the imagery of her words is enough to make him seize up, expression falling slack]

[purrtagonist]

[but he snaps back quickly, almost defensively, his own tone terse and full of resolve]

I'm not going to touch a hair on their heads, and neither is anyone here. There is no "when." There isn't even going to be an "if."

They're my team, my family, my world. [literally] And I'm going to make sure they survive this.

[fashionable]

[ That brief look —! That look! That look! Junko tries her best not to salivate at it, to blush and admire the intensity of his expression. It's gone before she can feel a certain way... he's back to combating her. ]

...i said that about mukuro too. the only person in my entire life that knew how i felt. that knew how empty i felt because of hope... mukuro, as useless as she was, was the only person who loved me. *

[ * citation needed. But, then, she laughs a little, hands dragging down her face. ]

And I had to fucking kill her! These games don't have happy endings! This game is not giving you a privilege because you have friends from 'back home'!

[ Tears stream down her face, eyes puffy and read and her features endlessly sad — desperate and devoted with her thinking. ]

Try, try, try, try, trrrrrryyyyyy because it won't happen how you think. I was a fool thinking she would survive too. She had to die — just like they will, eventually.

[purrtagonist]

[maybe it's the tears. maybe it's the story about her sister, and the fact that he doesn't understand exactly why Junko had to kill her. but for a moment, his defiance and stubbornness turn to sympathy, shoulders sagging, hands falling loose at his sides]

I refuse to believe that's how this Game will play out.

[refuses to believe that Makoto and Yusuke will die. that he won't be able to protect them]

. . . I'm sorry, though. About your sister. I'm sorry you had to go through that.

[for all of her crazy, that's something he actually means]

[fashionable]

[ She desperately wipes at her face, trying to mask the smile on her face. To feel such a sadness in her heart — the mourning of her ugly, pigfaced, stinky sister.... this was "normal". To mourn a family member was so despairingly average that she feels sick to her stomach. ]

Keep telling yourself that... Just let me be there to brace you when you crumble over your own good intentions.

[purrtagonist]

Another rain check.

[chin up!! again!! this defiant kid knows his defiant gestures]

I'm a little too stubborn to let that happen.

[alchemicalwater]

[Wow they must be important to Akira. But she nods.]

Chiyo and Makoto are on a team, right? So that should protect both of them.

[purrtagonist]

[she doesn't even know]

[breathes out a sigh of relief]

Thanks, Undine.

[alchemicalwater]

Of course! We have to work together, right? So this is the least we can do for each other.

[purrtagonist]

[she gets a sincere smile, as tired as it is]

I'll be honest. . . for a while, I was a little worried about that.

[alchemicalwater]

I can understand that, yeah. If Sally or Gwen were here, I would worry about them too.

[Sylvia is at least smart enough to keep herself out of trouble. And Kokoro...For a moment there a rather pained look flashes across her face, but she quickly shoves that feeling away and smiles again.]

It's alright. If we have to decide together, then we can protect them.

[purrtagonist]

[ooooh boy he notices that pained look]

. . . are you okay, Undine?

[alchemicalwater]

It's nothing.

[It's Something.]

We need to focus on choosing who to erase anyway.

[purrtagonist]

[it's definitely Something]

We'll talk later. Okay?

[alchemicalwater]

[There's a noncommittal noise there.

HA talking you think that's happening?]