week 2 ( thursday )

[subordinacy]

[Setz didn't want to have this conversation with Jacopo, however much they've needed it. (And no, it's not, WHY THE HELL DID YOU PICK A FIGHT WITH SHINSSIN.) He's never been the best at this sort of confrontation.

But he can't delay it. He has to know now—just where exactly they stand.

And thus, he'll be approaching Jacopo in private, his expression devoid of any anger, but still with an underlying edge.]

We need to talk.

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[grano]

[ guess who is probably bruised and caked in dried blood.

this asshole.

anyways. ]

Now you want to talk to me, huh?

[subordinacy]

[He'll refrain from giving Jacopo a lecture of his own (though he certainly looks like he wants to). Not right now, anyway.]

Not exactly, but it's important. [...] The "duty" you spoke of before—I need to know what it is. No ambiguity, this time.

[grano]

[ he snarls. ]

And why exactly do you expect me to risk being Erased just to satiate your curiosity?

[subordinacy]

[He coolly meets Jacopo's eyes.]

Because if I have to prioritize lives, as I do right now, I need to know exactly how high yours should be on that list. For that, I have to erase any doubts that you could be a Reaper.

[grano]

You're implicating me? Is that what this is? I would have Erased Assassin today, had I not had this nonsensical fucking duty imposed onto me. That alone should be a reason to trust me! This game is a goddamn waste of my time!

[subordinacy]

Why are you getting so mad? You don't trust me either!

[grano]

You started it! Every time I've tried to speak to you, you do nothing but deflect. If you want another partner already, just spare me the trouble. Take it up with the Composer, whatever.

[subordinacy]

I never said I wanted another partner! I don't even know what deflection you're talking about!

[grano]

[ the longest groan on earth. ]

What do you want from me!? I can't tell you anything but for Christ's sake, I'm not trying to kill you people!

[subordinacy]

And why can't you tell me anything? I know that there aren't any restrictions imposed on you by the Composer or anything, so you're just choosing not to tell me!

[He takes in a breath, trying to calm himself.]

... I'm not asking out of sheer curiosity. You said you were here to protect the other players—I need to know just how vital your duty is.

[grano]

And how would you know something like that, huh?

[subordinacy]

I asked our host.

[grano]

Pesky little brat.

[ big sigh. ]

I'm not telling you my rules, nor am I telling you what I am. Everything else is fair game.

[subordinacy]

... That gives me next to nothing to work with, you know.

[grano]

Then tell me, Sekruez, what is it.

[subordinacy]

[His voice is getting desperate. Honestly, he should just give up on this and move onto his next option, but...]

You can't tell me at all what your duty does?

[grano]

[ what the fuck is his next option. ]

I make sure the Reapers attempting to Erase you are done away with. I simply happen to have a better chance of identifying them.

[subordinacy]

[wouldn't you like to know.]

... Did our host ever pass on a message to you from me?

[who knows about timing, so.]

[grano]

...

[ he narrows his eyes. ]

What are you trying to pull?

[subordinacy]

Did you receive it or did you not? If he hasn't passed it on yet, go ask him about it right now.

[He crosses his arms.]

I'll wait.

[grano]

[ give it 15 minutes. ]

If you have an accusation, make it now. I've had enough of this nonsense.

[ he's not? seething at all? wow. ]

[subordinacy]

It's not an accusation—it's a test.

[grano]

Stop playing games with me. What are you testing?

[subordinacy]

[He's quiet for a moment, as he debates which is more important: trying to get as accurate results as possible, or not pissing Jacopo off to the extent that he just quits this entire conversation.]

... I asked him to pass on a specific message to you if you had a special duty as a player—unless you were a Reaper, in which case he was to forget it. Obviously, he can't confirm to me whether or not he has done so.

[grano]

I'm at my limit. You either tell me what you think or this conversation ends now.