( week 0, friday night )

[venomosity]

[she knows he's in on her schtick, but what the hell. who says she's barred from having fun now that a body's been found?]

Oh, Mr. Kurusu... coming to check on me? I'm... honored.

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[venomosity]

That's how the Games have always been run.

[ her eyes narrow. ]

You had to have known that when you agreed to become a Reaper in the first place, right?

[purrtagonist]

That isn't how it was in my Game.

[he, of course, learns pretty quickly that his Composer is an anomaly in the universe]

. . . support NPCs. That's what we were. There to guide, build puzzles, and help. Players were Erased, and Erased frequently, but not by our hands.

[just by the Noise they summoned and the dangerous puzzles and dungeons they built, oops]

[venomosity]

... Wow. What a boring game.

How unfortunate for you, seeing as how this is maybe the most violent game that's been run so far.

[purrtagonist]

It's the ideal Game.

[for him, anyway. and his gaze narrows]

There's something wrong with this entire setup, needless violence aside. What I intend to do is get to the bottom of it while I can.

[while he's still alive-- for lack of a better word. because he knows this is a fox hunt, and he knows it may only be a matter of time]

[venomosity]

Once again—our orders.

Either you're complicit in at least one erasure per week, or you endanger the other Reapers.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . tch. . .]

[his hands flex into fists, and then loosen again, his glare as sharp as knives. but he says nothing]

[because she's right]