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]

What? Did you want a different flavor?

[concertmaster]

This corporation suck up has to end. Did they sponsor you? Why do we have so many McDonald's.

[feytality]

Honestly, I'm pretty sure we just thought it was funny..... but, um, now I'm really starting to regret it. I'm constantly craving McDonalds, it's a problem.

[ like she isn't normally!! she's eating her own mcflurry now. ]

[concertmaster]

I hate you guys.

[but he takes his fucking mcflurry]

Did you seriously call me here just to give me a McFlurry?

[feytality]

I thought kids liked fast food.

[ don't be cheeky maya. ]

I mean, it wouldn't be offbrand for me, would it? But no, I just wanted the check in and make sure you haven't snapped because the Players keep asking you the same questions over and over again.

[concertmaster]

[Max's eye twitches violently at the reminder and if he wasn't holding a spoon he'd probably stab a person with it]

Not yet but pouring salt in the wound might make it happen faster.

[feytality]

[ and then max became the new composer. ]

Sorry, sorry! I feel bad, is all, I didn't expect them to be that stupid. Have you considered getting Utena to bite them when they're being annoying?

[ that's a when and not an if, btw. ]

[concertmaster]

She's already biting off fingers and eating weak Players, how much further do you want her to go?

[Utena is....... a monster]

[feytality]

[ she is. ]

I mean, I'm suggesting this for your sake, yanno -- Anthy and I can only really field Reaper questions, and Utena's there to help you.

[concertmaster]

If we're talking actual reality, Utena's there to put the fear of god in Players.

[feytality]

[ potayto potatoe. ]

Doesn't mean you can't use her to avoid a little stress.

Sooo, any thoughts about the Players so far? Like, aside from they're all stupid and annoying.

[concertmaster]

Well now you've got me and my opinions in a box. I don't know what else to tell you.

[he shrugs]

Some of 'em are starting to legitimately question shit. I guess that's a start.

[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.