[Week 4, Wednesday: Max]

[purrtagonist]

[sometime after the mission. . . well, someone is here to bug Max again. about the Noise problem]

Irrelevant to Players.

What about Reapers?

Comments

[concertmaster]

Yeah, nothing I love more than helping him along in whatever the fuck scheme he has built up next.

[:|]

[purrtagonist]

[yeah, point]

You should prank him.

Until you find someone to kill him for you, put shaving cream in his shoes every morning.

[concertmaster]

Yeah I've already replaced all of his coffee with mud like, seventeen times. He just thinks everyone makes shitty coffee.

[purrtagonist]

[are you serious]

He doesn't even notice?

[concertmaster]

He's a self-centered jackass.

[a beat]

Also I tell him mine tastes like mud too.

[purrtagonist]

[huh]

He's an idiot.

[which totally makes it easier, and yet all the less satisfying, huh]

[concertmaster]

[yep.]

A colossal one. And yet, here I fucking am.

[purrtagonist]

Why did he send you here?

[head tilt]

Anthy told me she just asked other Composers for "good" Reapers. But, of course, every Composer's definition of "good" is different.

[concertmaster]

[head tilt right back]

I was volunteered because I have a very particular skill set.

[purrtagonist]

Hm?

What kind of skill set is that?

[concertmaster]

Classified.

[okay, NOW he's doing it on purpose to be a shit]

[purrtagonist]

. . .

You did that on purpose.

[concertmaster]

Maybe, but you can't prove it either way.

[nyeh heh heh]

Nice talking to you, Joker.

[because we should end these at some point]

[purrtagonist]

[NO HE WANTED TO HANG OUT!!]

I'll take that as a "no" to my offer to hang out, then. Don't think I'm not going to re-ask that question at a later date.

[concertmaster]

[I THOUGHT IT WAS IN THE OTHER PC BUT ALSO: NO DRAGON'S LAIR EVER!!]

I'm quaking in my shoes in anticipation.

[purrtagonist]

[WE HAVE TOO MANY!!! this one can end]

Sure you are.

[and he turns on his heel to leave]

I'll catch you around, Max.