Be Strong. Always Be Strong.

> [ His scarf is off to allow for easier mobility, showcasing the scar. The camp had been, quiet today, so he took the chance to work without odd looks, even if unintentional. ]

> [ Seems he, hasn't noticed Guest yet. They, haven't spoken since that last tense conversation, had they? ]

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Guest is some distance away. He appears agitated. He has his jaw locked and his shoulders rigid- both features matching a troubled, almost angry expression on his face. He stands alone, looking out at nothing in particular.

Then his eye catches Apollo. He’s.. working on something in the ground? From where he stands, it’s a little difficult to see what exactly it is that he’s doing. Guest walks over to him at an almost unnecessarily brisk pace. When he gets a clearer look, he’s surprised at the sight of the new flora.

Guest blinks once in surprise. So he’s become very close with some of the others.. enough to call them family. Guest thinks back on his own experiences, recalling similar things in his past. The memories are fond, and he finds himself feeling very happy for Apollo. “I see. That is very good to hear, Apollo.”

Learning how to use a sword..? There’s only one person that can be.

-@living-twice

The way that they were drawing with their leg makes Guest do a double take when he walks into the room. Oh, alright. Honestly, it’s quite impressive- he’s never seen it happen before. Well, the couch is free, and he did want to sit and rest for a moment, so he takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch. On the cushions, to be clear.

He knows that many of the others here are distrusting of Two Time. They gave him a variety of reasons why- the main one being that they’re unsettling. He supposes that he can kind of see where they’re coming from. Always smiling, doing things that sometimes raise concern.. extremely good with a dagger. But Guest can’t really get into any of that himself. It’s not that much more strange than Chance smiling when he’s wounded, or 007n7 wearing a burger on his head. They’re just another survivor, and he trusts them enough to be fine company.

Guest takes a deep breath in, and then lets it out. The air is colder out here, sharp in his nose compared to the soft warmth from the fire. Their surroundings are well-lit, but where there’s light there’s shadow; even with all their efforts to brighten it up, the great unknown glares from the darkness from all around. A constant reminder of how fragile their safety is. Guest shifts his mentality, and becomes battle-ready.

Light brown amber hair, hanging a bit lower than Guest would be used to seeing, that motorcycle shirt that they all seemed to wear for… some reason, visible from under his uniform. That was a Bacon, walking into the survivors cabin like he owned it. @colosseum-cleanup

Guest stands in the middle of the cabin, already riled up by the news of his arrival. He whirls around to face the bacon when he enters, eyeing him up and down. What kind of stunt is he trying to pull at the fireplace..? He walks a little closer to try and keep an eye on his actions, but takes care to keep a safe distance away.

Guest glares into his eyes in return. He’s not particularly intimidated by the Bacon’s form; it’s clear from the shaking that he lacks confidence. But it’s still something. Guest is silent for a bit, faltering internally. Or else what indeed. He can’t just kill him.. he’s certain that any violence would be highly unwanted by the others during this period of rest. At the same time.. how can he be sure that this Bacon isn’t dangerous? After all, he’s already making threats, thinks Guest.

After a few tense moments, he finally backs off a bit. Whatever’s in that case surely wouldn’t be enough to kill him in one hit. Before he reaches for it, Guest warns the Bacon. “If you try to run away, I will find you.” This place isn’t very big, and he’s done enough walking to be familiar with a good portion of the surroundings.

It spreads its wings, taking up more of the area around it. It lets out a cackle, stabbing its first sword into the ground. The earth cracks and splits, letting green light peer straight through. During the commotion, it draws another sword from behind its back.

It sees you.

- @princeofbanlands

(Hihi!! it’s bun_ii!! my main accounts are still shadow banned ((boo)) so i made a 1x account!!!)

Despite the wind beginning to blow again, the air feels dead to Guest. His breath almost catches in his throat when he makes eye contact with the killer. But he steadies himself, raising his arms in preparation to do what he needs to do. His eyes are tired, but determined. Quickly, he backs off into a more secure place- closer to the walls, into a position where it would be easier to run and be just out of reach in a chase.

So he’s going to take Guest out first. Make sure he can’t protect anyone. 1x wants him to know that he could not protect anyone. Adjusting the rose-themed hair tie in his feathers, he slowly stalks out from the dark, getting closer to the other Robloxian.

“J0hn..? Bit of help?”

There wasn’t a John Doe here, as he didn’t quite see where he was so clearly at first.

-@warm-eggs

There may not have been a John Doe here, but there certainly was some other figure standing over 1x1x1x1. He lends no help, staring down at them wordlessly.

Guest had come here because the scent of blood was in the air. Strong, metallic. It’s not usual for someone to get hurt during the first few moments of the round, but not impossible, either. Especially when it’s paired with a familiar green light. But when he arrived, he was met with a shocking sight- 1x1x1x1 on the ground, seemingly pretty out of it.

“…”

Guest glances at Chance as they leave. They better not accidentally trip and hurt themself with that thing..

“No, that is a sick perspective to have.” At this point, Guest is trying to brainstorm ways to get Azure out of this. It’s dangerous.. he can’t just leave him.

“fr0g.”

— @ask-bluudud

Guest braces himself when he sees Bluudud approaching him, just to be completely caught off guard by the lump of a frog. Where did this thing even come from?? He’s pretty sure there isn’t too much wildlife around here.

> [ His scarf is off to allow for easier mobility, showcasing the scar. The camp had been, quiet today, so he took the chance to work without odd looks, even if unintentional. ]

> [ Seems he, hasn't noticed Guest yet. They, haven't spoken since that last tense conversation, had they? ]

@wires-for-veins HI if this isn't substantial to work with ,let!me know!! ))

Guest is some distance away. He appears agitated. He has his jaw locked and his shoulders rigid- both features matching a troubled, almost angry expression on his face. He stands alone, looking out at nothing in particular.

Then his eye catches Apollo. He’s.. working on something in the ground? From where he stands, it’s a little difficult to see what exactly it is that he’s doing. Guest walks over to him at an almost unnecessarily brisk pace. When he gets a clearer look, he’s surprised at the sight of the new flora.

, !! Oh ! Oh, yeah hah . I , well we- my dad and i, we , wanted to try growing lavender?

it’s, its got calming properties. Plus its, easy to grow ! Which is good since, the soil here has trouble keeping things , alive.

> [ He gestures to some of the sprouts that seem a good bit farther along. There should be more than enough to keep around the cabins , and , now that he thinks about it, maybe It’d be good to bring some to his other friends as well! ]

-@rising-death

Not very far away, a figure visibly startles and quickly moves backwards. Guest is shocked into silence, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing. Someone just emerged?? From the dirt?? And it doesn’t appear particularly friendly- especially if he were to believe his eyes on some of the more shark-like parts.

-> @a-crazed-widow

Guest is moving close by. He’s tense, dutifully patrolling the area and scanning his surroundings like a hawk. The start of a round is his least favourite part, with all the uncertainty of where everyone is and what they’re doing. Especially the killer.. which is why he’s so eager to approach when he sees a figure in the corner of his eye. He doesn’t hear their voice at first, for better or for worse.

But as Guest gets closer..

His determined stride abruptly freezes. What the.. no, he’s got to be hearing things. There’s absolutely no way that she ended up here. In a place like this, full of strangeness and hidden intentions, he can’t believe it- this must be some sick trick. Guest turns his shock into anger, and he fiercely yells out into their direction-

Upon seeing him, Guest doesn’t hesitate- in fact, maybe he moves faster than he thinks. He runs up to the General from behind and attempts to put him into a chokehold.

-@living-twice

The way that they were drawing with their leg makes Guest do a double take when he walks into the room. Oh, alright. Honestly, it’s quite impressive- he’s never seen it happen before. Well, the couch is free, and he did want to sit and rest for a moment, so he takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch. On the cushions, to be clear.

He knows that many of the others here are distrusting of Two Time. They gave him a variety of reasons why- the main one being that they’re unsettling. He supposes that he can kind of see where they’re coming from. Always smiling, doing things that sometimes raise concern.. extremely good with a dagger. But Guest can’t really get into any of that himself. It’s not that much more strange than Chance smiling when he’s wounded, or 007n7 wearing a burger on his head. They’re just another survivor, and he trusts them enough to be fine company.

Guest nods back in response, pleased. Despite his physical exhaustion, he can’t help but feel restless. Like he has to move on before anything sits in his head for too long. Exercise is his go-to way to combat any sort of stress, so hopefully this session will bring lots of benefits. “We should take this outside, then.”

“J0hn..? Bit of help?”

There wasn’t a John Doe here, as he didn’t quite see where he was so clearly at first.

-@warm-eggs

There may not have been a John Doe here, but there certainly was some other figure standing over 1x1x1x1. He lends no help, staring down at them wordlessly.

Guest had come here because the scent of blood was in the air. Strong, metallic. It’s not usual for someone to get hurt during the first few moments of the round, but not impossible, either. Especially when it’s paired with a familiar green light. But when he arrived, he was met with a shocking sight- 1x1x1x1 on the ground, seemingly pretty out of it.

“…”

Guest narrows his eyes at 1x. He gives an uneasy glance back at Chance when they look at him, not sure how to respond. It’s certainly in line with everything else that they said earlier, but that doesn’t make it any less concerning.

Guest is silent for a moment.

“The fact that you even have to clarify something like this to me is proof that sacrifice is a possibility. Do you understand how grave that is?” The normal amount of death that should be happening is zero. Being selected to die for a god.. a god like that wouldn’t look after their people at all.

-> @a-crazed-widow

Guest is moving close by. He’s tense, dutifully patrolling the area and scanning his surroundings like a hawk. The start of a round is his least favourite part, with all the uncertainty of where everyone is and what they’re doing. Especially the killer.. which is why he’s so eager to approach when he sees a figure in the corner of his eye. He doesn’t hear their voice at first, for better or for worse.

But as Guest gets closer..

His determined stride abruptly freezes. What the.. no, he’s got to be hearing things. There’s absolutely no way that she ended up here. In a place like this, full of strangeness and hidden intentions, he can’t believe it- this must be some sick trick. Guest turns his shock into anger, and he fiercely yells out into their direction-

It’s only more agonizing for the General to be dragging him like this across the ground. He violently jerks upward and seizes the General’s wrist, gripping as tightly as he can without regard for whether or not he’s causing any harm. It looks like he’s about to say something, but before he can get any words out-

The Survivors Won.

Guest wakes in the cabins with a start, the thoughts in his head scrambled. He feels burning in his side, but when he looks down, there’s no knife and no wound. The feeling quickly turns to static, stabbing but manageable. He can feel his heart beating, still racing from the prior events. Guest hardly has a moment to breathe before the realization strikes his mind, fast and hard. The General.