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@polite-espionage
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August rounded a corner, coming face-to-face with Polite as they jumped back into a low, defensive crouch, before realizing it was him and standing up with a confused but relieved smile.
āWhā Polite?? Youāre here too???ā
They asked with a grin.
- āļøš¦ā⬠/ @meet-the-messenger (August event!)
Polite immediately perked up at the sound of Augustās voice, quickly rushing over in order to greet his dear friend.
āMessanger! My friend! I did not expect to see you here!ā
He pulled them into an embrace, before pulling back, keeping his hands on their shoulders.
āYes, I am here too. Say, how did you get here? Were you also teleported out of nowhere to this āback roomā?ā
BANISHED TO THE BACKROOMS: 2 ASKS
...How does everyone I know keep getting sent to the Backrooms? And come to think of it, how do I get there? It seems nice and quiet.
{@blu-grappler]
āI am not entirely sure. Even I donāt know how I got here stillā¦I can confirm it is quiet, though! Except for the soft hum buzz of the fluorescent lights. If you do not mind that.ā
What's your relationship with Hunter, I just got here, I am so confused š
HI HELLO! MOD HERE!!!! I figured it would be appropriate to explain myself his relationship with Hunter + his approach to relationships in general.
Polite Spy and Hunter kiss, yeah. Though they arenāt exactly dating! This is for all of Politeās relationships except him and Soldier (horrific situationship)
Polite will reciprocate any affection given to him since he has a lot of love to go around! Though this only applies to men since heās gay. He IS open to queerplantoicy though!
In conclusion Polite will kiss anyone who wants to kiss him.
Hunter stands there for a moment before pulling Polite into a proper kiss
>:3
@emesisblu-hunter
Polite lets out a sound of surprise at the sudden kiss, but he soon relaxes into it, closing his eyes and bringing his arms to wrap around Hunterās neck, pulling them closer together.
After a minute or so he pulled back from the kiss, his face now a rosey red.
āIā¦ā
He was breathless for a moment.
āI never knew you felt this way about me, Hunter.ā
He gave a small chuckle, still incredibly flustered by it all.
Hunter just quietly purrs, nuzzling his face into the crook of polites neck
Have for a while now actually....
Polite chuckles a little before he lifted Hunterās face so that he was looking at him, before leaning in and giving Hunter another kiss.

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(RED) Dr. Victor Krane: āAhā¦. Youāre stuck too? Iām stuck with BLU Victor in the Backroomsā¦ā
- @scientistsredblu
āI wonder how we have all ended up hereā¦ā
āIt is nice to see some familiar faces in these confusing times.ā
BANISHED TO THE BACKROOMS: 3 ASKS
Bloody Daisy
How are you doing in the backroom?
āIt isā¦quite odd in this ābackroomsā. I canāt seem to find a way out! There are just so many rooms and random things all around hereā¦ā
āI do hope I find someone soonā¦it is quite lonely in here without my friends. Though I suppose this is a good opportunity to meet some new people as well.ā
BANISHED TO THE BACKROOMS: 5 ASKS
....Another hüm@n?? Sheesh, how many people got nø cl1pp3d? Hi, I'm Karl..... You?
At the sound of another person Polite Spy perked up, immediately turning to whoever was there.
āOh, hello there, my friend! It is nice to meet you! My name is Polite spy.ā
āMay you tell me where we are? I seem to be a little lost.ā
if you could kiss anyone you know, who would it be?
āOhā¦anyone? I donāt know if Iād be able to pick just one! There are many people I would not mind giving a kiss or two to.ā
āI couldnāt possibly choose just oneā¦ā
BANISHED TO THE BACKROOMS: 4 ASKS
How are you doing in the backroom?
āIt isā¦quite odd in this ābackroomsā. I canāt seem to find a way out! There are just so many rooms and random things all around hereā¦ā
āI do hope I find someone soonā¦it is quite lonely in here without my friends. Though I suppose this is a good opportunity to meet some new people as well.ā
BANISHED TO THE BACKROOMS: 5 ASKS

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"You're back..."
Grappler took a slow step towards Polite, almost reaching out before thinking better of it and withdrawing her his hand.
"You were gone for a while. Do you... need anything? While I'm here?"
[@blu-grappler]
āIā¦Donāt quite understand. But I am okay, I do not need anything, my friend. Thank you though, for the concern.ā
He gave a smile. Though he seemed as if he was a little dizzy still.
Grappler nodded, seeming hesitant to leave.
āOkay. I was⦠just making sure. Iāā
sHe paused before speaking again.
āā¦Everyone seemed like they missed you. Iām⦠Iām glad youāre back.ā
āThank you, my friend.ā
He put his hand on Grapplerās shoulder, giving it a pat.
āHow about you tell me all the things youāve been up to while I wasā¦āgoneā?ā
"It's not really that interesting. Just a few battles here and there, and we only won one of them. In between, I... honestly didn't do much of anything. I had a few conversations and all, but..."
sHe trailed off.
"I was more focused on other things. And-- and you being gone made me realize, maybe I should talk to people a little more? Because you... you never know when something will happen to them, and the things you wanted to tell them are... lost, kind of."
sHe looked up with a sigh, her his gaze traveling towards the gray horizon.
"...Anyway. That's about it. I didn't mean to get all... dismal there. Sorry."
āThere is absolutely nothing to apologize for, my friend. I want you to know that I am always here if you ever want to talk about absolutely anything.ā
āI would never judge you for anything. That is a promise.ā
āIt is good to talk to your friends, and to get advice. I believe you should talk to people more too. Having a few good friends truly makes things easier in life.
Boo! You are now stuck in the backrooms for 6 asks!!
Can be any level!!!
. . .
āWell. This is quite strange.ā
Hunter stands there for a moment before pulling Polite into a proper kiss
>:3
@emesisblu-hunter
Polite lets out a sound of surprise at the sudden kiss, but he soon relaxes into it, closing his eyes and bringing his arms to wrap around Hunterās neck, pulling them closer together.
After a minute or so he pulled back from the kiss, his face now a rosey red.
āIā¦ā
He was breathless for a moment.
āI never knew you felt this way about me, Hunter.ā
He gave a small chuckle, still incredibly flustered by it all.
āHey Polite, you feeling alright?ā
August asked, holding out a hand to help him up.
- āļøš¦ā⬠/ @meet-the-messenger (August event!)
Polite blinks a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus onā¦Messanger?
They sounded like Messanger, butā¦something was terribly off about them. Why were they soā¦blue now?
Godā¦his head hurt. It felt like everything was spinning, his heartbeat in his ears.
āIā¦.I would assume that I amā¦but I am feeling quite disoriented at the momentā¦ā
āAre youā¦Messanger?ā
He squints.
Their eyes softened, and they touched a (startlingly cold) hand to his forehead.
āYeah⦠yeah, Iām Messenger.ā They said softly.
āMy friend, if I may ask, what happened to you?ā
He spoke, his voice quieter than usual. Bringing a hand up to feel Augustās face. Why were they soā¦blue? They certainly didnāt look like this yesterdayā¦was it yesterday?
āYou look so different nowā¦ā
He couldnāt have missed this much in just a single dayā¦could he?
Their ears flicked (could they do that before..?). Their face felt cool to the touch, and not in the way any living personās should.
They tilted their head, debating on how to approach this, especially with Polite looking so⦠disoriented.
They sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
āItās⦠been about a week for you, and⦠for me itās been⦠200 yearsā¦ā They quietly admitted.
Polite wasā¦confused, and a little shocked. Did he hear that right? He would be concerned about him apparently being gone for a whole week butā¦the whole 200 years thing was far too surprising for him to dwell on that.
ā2ā¦200 yearsā¦? How on earth did that happenā¦?ā
He looked concerned, taking Messangers hands in his.
āIs this why youāre soā¦different now?ā
āIā¦I wish I could remember what happened! I justā¦I canāt.ā
They crooned, ears pinning a little as they glanced away.
āNot sure for the āhow,ā I can only assume itās⦠some kind of time dilation. A⦠difference in timelines, between universes.ā
āYeah⦠thatās why Iām so different now, Iā I uh. I died. People donāt naturally live that long.ā
At his desire to remember, and seeming inability, they looked concerned.
āI can tell you a little, of what you missed, if youād like, though I wasnāt here for all of it.ā
āI would like that. I amā¦in lack of better terms, confused.ā
āI do understand the concept of multiple universes, thoughā¦I just never thought something like this would happen to one of my friends.ā
They smiled warmly.
āWell, I came back to find you⦠dressed in red, and⦠irritable. To say the least. I didnāt hear much about how this had happened, but I was able to pick up on the fact that it wasnāt you pretty quickly. You snapped at me a little, but with a little patience you were calm again. You didnāt seem⦠hm. How to word this. You werenāt necessarily aggressive, so much as⦠defensive. Or, you know the saying that āthe best defense is a good offense?ā It struck me as thatā lashing out at others to keep them at bay while you recovered.ā
āOnce I realized that, getting along with⦠āImpoliteā as he called himself, was simple. At his core⦠I think he was just worried about you.ā
They said softly, hand still resting reassuringly on Politeās shoulder.
Polite simply sat quiet and listened to what August had to say. He could hardly believe it, though. It was hard to believe that the person that you were sure you had gotten rid of suddenly popped out of nowhere and took over your body.
At least, that's how he viewed it.
The last time Impolite was in control, he was practically trapped within his own mind while Impolite wrecked havoc and almost ruined all of his relationships with his friends. In his eyes, Impolite was someone who was horrible.
Terrible even! He went against everything he ever believed in, and was the result of a broken promise.
He didn't say anything. Too lost in his own mind to think of anything to say, trying to understand.
He gripped onto the fabric of his pants, grasping the dreadful reality that he was back.
"You're back..."
Grappler took a slow step towards Polite, almost reaching out before thinking better of it and withdrawing her his hand.
"You were gone for a while. Do you... need anything? While I'm here?"
[@blu-grappler]
āIā¦Donāt quite understand. But I am okay, I do not need anything, my friend. Thank you though, for the concern.ā
He gave a smile. Though he seemed as if he was a little dizzy still.
Grappler nodded, seeming hesitant to leave.
āOkay. I was⦠just making sure. Iāā
sHe paused before speaking again.
āā¦Everyone seemed like they missed you. Iām⦠Iām glad youāre back.ā
āThank you, my friend.ā
He put his hand on Grapplerās shoulder, giving it a pat.
āHow about you tell me all the things youāve been up to while I wasā¦āgoneā?ā

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i adore these little notes and commentaries of folks watching as the rp unfolds
like this is so charming. it reminds me i have an audience and idk. that makes me feel like a stage performer, a good feeling. i encourage you guys to leave more notes like this
I absolutely second this!!! Itās really nice to see people enjoy the story weāve been doing and it really feels nice having an audience.
There WILL be more freedomflowers.
Heās been running as fast as he could for the past 20 minutes. The distance from his house to the main base was around 40 or so minutes away but using all of the strength he had, he cut the distance in half.
He couldnāt think of anything else but getting to that door. He didnāt even acknowledge the stares he got from the mercs that were at the base, simply running past them in order to get to his destination. He had made it down the last flight of stairs, and had made it down the hallway.
To his door.
He knocked ferociously, even as he was still catching his breath from all the running he had just done, he hoped and prayed to whatever holy being was watching over them that Soldier would open the door. To let him explain. To listen to him.
āPlease, please open the door!ā
He whispered to himself.
- @polite-espionage š
Soldier opened the door in a daze, clearly waking up from a nap, as he was in his rocket-patterned pajama pants, helmet and nothing else. A fluffy looking raccoon- one that Polite somehow knew was named 'Private Glitterfarts'- snarled at Soldier's feet.
I DO NOT WANT ANY GIRL SCOUT COOKIES, YOU WILL NOT TRICK ME WITH YOUR SOCIALIST AGEND-
Soldier froze at the sight of Polite standing at his door.
Oh.
Uhm.
Do you ... need something?
Politeās breath hitched. Stepping forward towards the American, both of his hands clasped, tightly.
He couldnāt speak for a moment. Just telling by his attitude alone that he must have done something. Tears started to well up in his eyes, making the bottoms of them shine in the light from the hallway.
āā¦Solly. What did I do?ā
His voice cracked.
Soldier falters, struggling not to raise his voice. He plops down on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the hem of his pants.
Oh. So you get to ask me that question, now, Flowers?! Even though you wouldn't answer that NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I ASKED??
Hff...I-
Soldier pinches the bridge of his nose under his helmet, pointing at the cigarette burn scars that dappled his neck and shoulders.
This is only half of what you did.
Cracked my ribs and bruised my ass up when I was halfway unconscious, you cheating sissy.
Polite looked in absolute horror as he saw the multiple burns that covered Soldierās body. At hearing at how he apparently had cracked Soldierās ribs while he was semi-conscious made him feel sick to his stomach.
He couldnāt stop his hands from shaking, and his tears that started to drip down his face.
He thought back to the promise he had made to Soldier that night.
āI would never hurt you.ā
Polite wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and to beg for forgiveness, but he knew that wouldnāt change anything. Soldier was reasonably upset with him. He didnāt know what to do.
He didnāt mean to hurt him. He never did. He didnāt even remember what had happened, all of the things he had done to Soldier.
All he could do was bury his face in his hands and sob. He felt so absolutely terrible for breaking a promise, for breaking soldiers trust. He was shaking, being unable to comprehend nor process everything he was feeling.
And then he moved.
Polite rushed his way over to Soldier, before falling in front of him, holding onto his knees as he cried.
āSoldier! Iām so sorry! I never meant to hurt you in any way! I promised you thatā¦Iām so, so sorryā¦my Solly.ā
He spoke through sobs.
āPleaseā¦you have to believe me.ā
Soldier's breath hitched in his throat, heart caught in his chest at the pathetically sincere display of the man at his feet. He froze, unsure of what to think, of how to act.
He could only feel his heart beat faster at the words 'My Solly'..
I- I-
The only thing he could do is shakily move his hands to Polite's shoulders, unable to say anything.
Without thinking, Polite climbed up onto Soldierās lap, holding the sides of his face before pressing both of their lips together.
He tasted of strawberries and slight salt. Some of the tears had made their way onto his lips.
āIām so sorry..ā
He pressed a kiss.
āIām sorry.ā
He pressed another one.
Through his sobs he pleaded, and apologized over and over again. He wanted to show Soldier that he did love him. That he never meant anything that he did.
His kisses made their way down to Soldierās neck, making sure to be gentle as to not disturb the still-healing scars he had.