week 0 ( monday )

[subordinacy]

[Hey, partner.

After that delightful explanation about the Game, and taking the time to digest it (among other things), Setz is off to find the person whose life is apparently, whether he likes it or not, tied to his.

Once he does, he approaches him, his expression unreadable, before he holds out an open bag of chips that he bought from a vending machine. Want some?]

Comments

[grano]

[ jacopo looks towards the bag.

and then back towards setz. ]

Keep it — you'll need the energy.

[ a beat. ]

Since we're partners and all, you can tell me if you're running low on anything. It'd be inconvenient for me if you went and collapsed, after all.

[subordinacy]

[There's the slightest change in his expression that's either questioning or offended, though it's hard to tell with how passive he is.]

... The same goes for you, you know. I'm capable of taking care of myself.

[Sort of.]

[grano]

[ he narrows his eyes, meeting his gaze somewhat sternly. ]

I have experience in...making do with what I have — I'll be fine. And your body is smaller and younger than mine anyways...

[ uh. ]

So that's that. If this morning's revelation holds true, you'll want to be alert at all times.

[subordinacy]

[... Well, on the other hand, that's, like. More concern in ten seconds than most people showed Setz in his life, so congrats, Jacopo.]

I know. That's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually.

[grano]

Hm? What exactly did you want to discuss?

[subordinacy]

First:

Are you a Reaper?

[grano]

Tch. Is that your way of saying you don't trust me?

[subordinacy]

... Well, I've only known you for all of three days, so to be frank, not unconditionally, no.

[grano]

Tch. All I can do is promise that I won't allow any harm to come your way.

[subordinacy]

... Seeing as how my life is tied to yours, that would be practical of you. You haven't answered my question, though.

[grano]

[ jacopo irritably sighs, curtsying. ]

Why yes, of course I'm a Reaper. I'm out to devour the rest of these poor players' souls, clearly.

[subordinacy]

[Stuck with difficult people in life and in death, apparently. He just eyes Jacopo for a moment, before almost imperceptibly shaking his head.]

All right, you don't like to answer questions. Noted.

[grano]

[ you've got that right! jacopo sighs, shrugging. ]

We're partners. All I'm saying is that you should have a bit of faith in me — I've lived long enough. You, on the other hand, are young: I may as well spend my time in this junkyard ensuring that you can return to the life you knew so well.

[subordinacy]

... You're only a couple of years older than me, though. [JACOPO PLEASE YOU'RE NOT ANCIENT (YET).] Though I also wanted to discuss that with you. We might as well make sure we're on the same page here, or that we at least have an idea of what the other wants.

[That is to say—]

If this "Game" plays out as our host claimed, what are your intentions for it?

[grano]

I'm a grown man, I assure you. There's a vast difference between us.

[ sheepish smile! ]

To discover who's doing the Erasing and putting an end to them. Minimizing casualities, what have you.

[subordinacy]

[Setz just raises an eyebrow at that, but sure, Jacopo, go ahead and bask in your adult-ness.]

... Same. Some casualties might be inevitable, but...

[There's something firm—resolute—in his expression now.]

I have no intention of erasing at people at random, no matter what "boon" our host may offer. Let me make that clear now.