#sr sam

oohhhh an interesting pairing. honestly yeah look at him go!!

kaif, 5/10. he'll keep a good eye on it, unless he's drunk, so i'd only ask him at the very start of this hypothetical party

sam, -3/10. this man will chug the entire fucking drink the second i give it to him, without breaking eye contact with me. if we've got those disposable cups he will then proceed to eat the cup

stan, 6/10. actually very good at this, even when smashed. minus four points because he'll pass out at some point, and also because i think he'll get to the point where he tries to eat the cup too

josh, 4/10. he will think i am giving him a drink and then down the whole thing too. he doesn't get negative points because he didn't mean to be a dick

ebbz, 7/10. probably pretty good with it too, but minus three points because i expect her to prank me with it in some way

kate, 10/10. she gets it. good vibes all around.

glen, 0/10. he's not even there. he's been missing since 7pm, but even then, nobody is really sure if that was him or someone who really looked like him. he has not responded to a single message or call. his car keys are still on the bench in the house the party is being held in. his wallet is, too. everyone is holding a vote on whether they need to start breaking out the missing posters or not.

lars, 0/10. he was not allowed in the party on the basis that he is little baby man

gary, 3/10. willing to bet he is currently the drunkest person in the room. absolutely off his fucking face, on the goddamn moon levels of intoxication. you should probably cut him off before he develops alcohol poisoning.

A certain skill set was required to work with other Conspirators effectively.

You had to learn to trust your partners quickly. You’d spend your nights trapped in tunnels, waking up dazed and sore from the days labour, and then go to fight those who mean dear to you.

It took a but of time to trust that your other Conspirators wouldn’t turn their blades on you, and them a bit of time to trust that you wouldn’t turn on them. 

(He’d heard whispers from the long deceased, or maybe from those in a previous life, that one Conspirator could slay another. He didn’t know if that was the truth, but he wasn’t willing to put his life on the line to test it out, even if the idea was very tempting).

You had to be able to communicate too. You’d have to come up with creative prompts to kickstart a dry conversation, and occasionally that dry tone would turn interested and then excited as the topics they were discussing would change. You had to learn their interests and what made them happy in order to build up a shaky friendship.

You also had to be able to choose who to kill. There’d be arguments over who would be best, and the best methods to use to cut them off. The ability to communicate well came in useful here too.

(”I can’t let you kill her, she’s my partner for god’s sake!”

“I don’t care! She’s going to out us if we let her live!”

“I mean it. I can’t let you kill her. I can convince her to not tell on us.”

“You can’t! We have to kill her! Get over it Kaif. She needs to die!”)

You had to be swift and strong. The weight of an axe and choosing who lives or dies is a heavy burden. Chasing after those running for their lives was exhausting, but it needed to be done. 

You had to also be emotionally strong and capable of lying in the face of grief. It took effort to look your surviving friends and family in the eyes and grieve for who you’ve lost, knowing that you killed them.

(”Stan didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve death. Why would you kill Stan?”

“And? I loved him as much as you did, we all loved Stan! No one here deserves death, but we keep dealing it out like it’s candy!”

“Stop yelling at him Kaif! You can mourn him later Glen, but for now, it’s your turn to kill.”)

It took time and effort to learn the precise way to swing an axe, to be able to learn how to brush off the pain off the spike traps and get used to working in a trio.

You had to learn each other’s unique strengths. Were you good at manipulating and passing along blame? Were you good at getting risky assassinations during the day? 

Could you look your friends in the eyes and say you aren’t going to kill them, that you’re going to make sure no harm comes to them, and still know that their blood will stain your hands sooner or later?

("You’re so stupid Sam! I can’t talk you out of this mess. They saw you steal from him.”

“I don’t know how he saw it, I thought I was far enough away!”

“Well apparently not!”

“Shut up Glen! You can’t talk about fucking up!”)

You had to be able to handle stress well. Tensions would build up between the Villagers and the Conspirators and also between the trio of Conspirators, and either sorting it out or manipulating it to your advantage took much more effort and charm than many would think.

All in all, it took a lot to be able to slaughter all your friends and lie to those that remained.

As a Conspirator, if you failed you were killed, burnt alive, kicking and screaming, in the cage in the middle of town.

If you succeeded, you would lose everything that you’d ever had or gained over the course of your life.

And then, after facing either a win or a loss, everyone would be brought back and you would wake up anew, memory wiped clean of the events that had happened and go again.

-- An Eville Time Loop AU = DANCE OF DEATH

>> KAIF   the Slanderer.  (Kaif)

>> NOBEANS  the Barbarian.   (Glen)

>> BROULDER   the Thief.   (Sam)

Ranging from those that already exist to those that don’t exist, have fun with this

Staif (stan/kaif, probably the most well-known one that doesn’t have both parties involved in any other way than friends)

Kaebbz (kaif/ebbz)

Stily (stan/lily, i forgot who came up with this)

DazStan (stan/daz)

LilDaz (lily/daz)

BroulderBeans (glen/sam, funny story, i unironically had brainrot involving this pairing for a good few weeks last year)

BroulderCat123 (sam/stan, my roommate came up with this)

Dazstily (daz/stan/lily)

Kaebbzcat (kaif/ebbz/stan)