WEEK 2 DAY 7: MISSION

[wonderful_mods]

Mission: Pray for your survival. Riches await those who perform the Twelfth Labor of Heracles.
Time Limit: Very Long
Noise Plane: Solo
Wall Instructions: None. All reapers are to be on harrier duty. The ban on attacking players directly is still in place.
Wall Rewards: (If anyone puts one up anyway: 5 leu)
Reaped Rewards: Blast Warning
Mission Rewards: Lazy Bomber



[There seems to be a new reaper stalking through the streets of Cluj-Napoca, a familiar sight to a few eavesdroppers in town. The teenager looks no older than fourteen years old, his head covered in bandages. He doesn't seem to be getting winded as he parkours across the rooftops, slipping the streets and alleys of town when he can't, showing a swiftness fitting that wiry frame. Oddly, he doesn't seem to be attacking Players, despite the command that all reapers should harry...

Looks like the GM is cocky once again - there is no direct warning of erasure at the end of this Mission mail. In addition, reapers are still instructed to not attack players directly. You could probably clear the day without completing the mission, as long as you survived... but completing the mission would certainly get you significant recognition at the end of the Game.]

[[OOC note: At its basic, this is a repeat of last week's Day 7: Survive to win. You can also try to take down the GM, or fulfill the secondary mission conditions. Anyone who completes the second 'task' stated will get a Blue Blood Burns Blue in addition to the posted mission reward.]]

Comments

[leggierissimo]

[Joshua just chuckles at the sniping back and forth, tapping his fingers on the tabletop.]

Well, well. Aren't you perceptive.

[He glances back at 'Cruel, smirking behind his fingers.]

Wow. Straight from the GM, too. Harsh.

[cruel_kindness]

['Cruel glares at the GM. After a few seconds, she just sticks her tongue out, blowing a raspberry.]

You're just lucky you're jealous of me.

[reaper_sport]

...Yeah, sure. Let's go with that.

[It was all the same to him, really. Either way, he was getting a bit impatient.]

And to think I went to all the trouble of setting everything up. Here I thought running around would catch the players' attention. Maybe I should've erased a few.

[leggierissimo]

[Joshua just waves a hand at her, very clearly amused. What a mature response.]

Hindsight is always twenty-twenty. Maybe they didn't see where you had gone.

[shy_kindness]

[Fluttercruel...!

Fluttershy forces a transformation into her, and she looks over at the GM apologetically.]

I'm so sorry. Fluttercruel can be a bit childish at times... She's less than a year old... I hope you're not too offended.

[reaper_sport]

[Even if the change in color wasn't noticable in the pony given the lower lighting of the bar, the change in tone was obvious. At first, Rei crooks an eyebrow in confusion...

And then, once he connects the dots, he just starts to laugh. It's a little bit of an unhinged laugh, a laugh of someone who just had a weapon dropped in his lap.]

You know, I'd wondered what was so special about a grumpy pony... now I know. So do you keep her in line, or the other way around?

[If no players noticed him... well, that was one of his contingencies anyway, but now at least he'd be entertained while he waited the rest of the night out, and without getting outplayed by the other reaper. After all, Rei was no idiot - he knew when he was outclassed.]

[shy_kindness]

[Fluttershy lands on the ground and shuffles a hoof nervously. That laugh was... creepy.

Oh, come on, I can totally show him up!
Fluttercruel, no, it isn't nice.
...Fine, but you're no bucking fun.]

Um... We both try to help each other...

[reaper_sport]

...meaning you're both stepping on each others' toes constantly.

[Rei hasn't forgotten Joshua, but, well. Any excuse to keep from answering questions that could be used against him.]

[shy_kindness]

[What are toes...?
I think they're those things Spike has. I'm pretty sure Old Man had some, too. You know, on their legs, attached to their feet.
Oh. Okay.]

Um... We don't have any toes.

[reaper_sport]

[facepalm.jpg]

Hooves. Whatever. Definitely a piece of work, you.

[shy_kindness]

[Fluttershy frowns and keeps Fluttercruel from coming out and complaining about that comment.]

I've been trying to become a better pony...

[reaper_sport]

You're fine the way you are.

Perfect for this Game, I think.

[THERE'S a backhanded compliment if he ever gave one.]

[shy_kindness]

[Fluttershy tilts her head, curious. Fluttercruel wonders how they're perfect for the game, too.

'Shy modestly hides behind her mane.]

...How are we perfect? We've... only just stared...