week 2, tuesday

[concertmaster]

[well, since max has been summoned to harakiri in maya's secret back room, here he is. in all his annoyed glory.]

You know I don't technically have to answer to summons by the Conductor, right.

[what does she Want]

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[feytality]

I mean, we're in the same boat. It's been painful to watch.

[ honestly they were worrying about the wrong thing. ]

Yeah, Akira's really taking a liking to you, huh? I noticed him trying to max out your Confidant link.

[ get it... max. ]

[concertmaster]

I'm choosing not to acknowledge you using his stupid terminology. Yeah, guy's needy.

[feytality]

It's not something I'd expect from a Reaper -- more than just digging for answers [ which she approves of, honestly. ] he seems to actually care about you, and making a connection with you.

[concertmaster]

Yeah, that's what I said. Needy.

[and then he shrugs]

It's not that weird. He's a baby Reaper from one of those soft Games. He's trying to connect with everyone who crosses his path. Guy'd probably befriend the Composer if he knew why you fucks are doing this.

[feytality]

It seems a little beyond that to me! I think it's nice, though. He's not openly rebelling, but actually pushing back a little and trying to understand things.

[ unlike anthy's reaper group. yikes. ]

... But I'm glad. I was a little worried everyone would try to paint you as a villain. It's kinda cute you have a rebellious Reaper trying to be your friend.

[ "cute". ]

[concertmaster]

I hate every single word that just came out of your mouth.

[feytality]

Do you really?

[concertmaster]

More than life itself.

[feytality]

But you're still hanging out with him.

[concertmaster]

Yeah, because answering questions is kind of my entire job.

[feytality]

What about going to the movies? Also part of your job?

[ now she's giving him an impish grin. ]

[concertmaster]

Is spying on me part of yours?

[feytality]

Technically, yeah. Gotta keep an eye on my Reapers!

[ she beams, unaffected. ]

But you're awfully defensive, Max.

[concertmaster]

Because we're not friends.

[does he mean he and akira or him and maya




both]

[feytality]

[ of course they're not. ] Well, he's definitely making a good effort to get that to happen.

And it can't hurt for the two of us to get to know each other better too, right?

[ she already knows he'll argue that... ]

[concertmaster]

I don't need to get to know anyone. To properly do my job, I got the background files on all of you assholes. Composers and conductors included.

[feytality]

Sooo? It can be about more than just the job, yanno.

Besides, you know all about me, but I don't know anything about you. ... Aside from the coffee addiction.

[concertmaster]

I died in a camping accident and now I'm here as Producer of this Game. What the fuck else is there to know?

[feytality]

Um... like, anything else? How does one die in a camping accident, anyway? I didn't think summer camps could be dangerous.

[ not that she's ever been to one. ]

[concertmaster]

You don't think letting a bunch of pre-to-post pubescent kids with one or two idiots who barely scrap the definition of an adult and aren't paid enough to deal with a dozen or so children left to rot by their parents in the woods could be dangerous? Seriously?

[feytality]

[ is this not just ace attorney. ]

I mean, usually the kids are more competent than the adults, but... deadly? I dunno. I thought summer camps were more about outdoorsy fun and getting bitten by a million insects.

[concertmaster]

You sweet, naive, innocent child. Summer camp is where parents throw their kids when they want to get rid of them for two months and finally have some peace and quiet.

[feytality]

[ damn. ]

That bad?

[concertmaster]

I died, Maya.

[feytality]

Well, I meant before that, but point taken, I guess.