Be Strong. Always Be Strong.

An ask/rp blog for Guest 1337 from Forsaken!

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General Info

This is an ask/rp blog for Guest 1337, from Forsaken! There may be references to The Last Guest on this blog, but this version of Guest won’t have any experiences of it past the grenade scene.

Writing on this blog will be canon divergent, with lots of my own headcanons stuffed in it!

Warnings for: Fantasy Racism (Guests/Bacons), Gore/Blood/Injury (Heavy instances will be tagged appropriately), War, Violence, Death.

Feel free to interact with this blog in whatever way you want! OC Friendly, anons always open!

Don’t be afraid to be pushy or nosy!

🥺 dms open…. we could talk about roleplay so hard together….

I’m very busy!!! Just in general I’m pretty swamped by work and similar. If you sent something in, please be patient- I’ll get to it eventually!

Rules

No NSFW, please!

You can try to do some flirting or romance, but don’t expect too much from it.

No godmodding or similar. I can write my own characters!

Any venting in the inbox will be ignored.

M!As are allowed, but I can refuse or tweak it’s terms, ok?

Additional Links

Here’s a taglist!

Here’s Guest 1337’s info post!

Inventory

A Feather From 1x’s Wings

A Daemonshank (1x’s Sword)

Dark Blue Bunny, with Hat and Flower

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> [ Tending to some of the newer flowers he managed to get sprouting in this cursed soil , he seems a tad lost in thought. ]

> [ 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.

“Did you grow these, Apollo? They look beautiful.”

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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.

“How are you finding sword fighting? Is he a good teacher?” Guest asks. He’s a little curious..

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Two Time had their dagger snatched from their hands, no one trusted them with anything sharp, especially knives and daggers. They disappeared in their room for a while, but they soon reappeared grasping a sheet of paper and a wooden pencil. Two Time plopped down on the arm of the couch, not even sitting down on the cushions of it. They were using their leg to draw on the paper, it was..of flowers, welll.. just one kind of flower.

-@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 is silent, for now. He’s a little tired.

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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.

His only response to Two Time is his hardened gaze- why, if they’re giving him the chance, he’ll take it. With a cry, Guest sprints forward, one arm up and ready to grab them.

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Someone was making their way to the fireplace in the main cabin, small metal case in hand, too fixated on whatever they were doing to pay attention to anyone that wasn't on the main floor, or even anything that wasn't nearly directly in their way once they'd settled on a target.

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.

Through much suspicion, Guest speaks. “What are you doing?” He sees no point in trying to be sneaky right now.

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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.

With that, he grabs the case. What’s in there?

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Guest turns around and is lightly hit in the head with colourful stationary. He catches it as it falls, staring at it for a second before looking around, confused. Where did that come from??

He pockets it. Alright.

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In the distance, a dark shape stands. It is tall and all consuming. The air around it seems to grow still, just as it is. And when it finally moves, there is a chilling gust of breeze that sweeps over the land. As it shifts, it seems to pull a sword out of no where.

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.

Just a little over three minutes. That’s all he would have to last.

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1x4 backs into the shadows, keeping her gaze locked on Guest. Always such a nuisance, that one. Ready to fall to an early grave just to save others that couldn’t care less about him. She thinks it’s pathetic, truly. She thinks he’s an idiot.

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.

“1337,” they hum, dragging their swords across the ground, “I SEE YOU HAVEN’T DROPPED THE ACT SINCE LAST I SAW YOU. STILL CAUSING SO MANY ISSUES, THROWING YOURSELF IN FRONT OF THE NEAREST CRYBABY JUST TO FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOURSELF.”

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Guest’s scowl becomes deeper, more irritated. He steps backward at the same pace that 1x is approaching, feeling the wall with one hand to make sure he wasn’t cornering himself. “Haven’t dropped the act”..? She says it as she could ever understand him- the audacity makes his blood boil. Guest takes a deep breath.

“And I’ll cause many more issues to come. Your lies won’t make me back down!”

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1x1x1x1 laid on the wooden floor of wherever he was, aching. He laid on his stomach, his back was what hurt the most like something was missing from it. The chains that wrapped around his torso had bits of his own dried blood on it, it was kinda green

“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.

“…”

He doesn’t dare ask what happened. At least, not until they stand up.

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

It’s true that he didn’t see 1x take out more than one sword in the previous round, but he never thought about why that would be the case. Within all the absurdity, something like that felt like the least of his worries at the time. Guest remains silent for a bit, before taking 1x up on his offer. If they’re so willing to show off their inventory, then he might as well check, right?

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[A rustling in the bushes]

Guest stands some distance away from the foliage that is scattered around the area. He appears to be looking for something, and isn’t able to hear the rustling at first. With time, he wanders a little closer- and notices that this bush is moving a little more than it should be. He squints at it, guard up. Then he warily moves towards the bush, placing a hand on it to brush the branches aside.

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“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.

It appears that Guest isn’t thinking about what he’s wearing and what he used to do right now. He’s really struggling to understand Azure’s perspective here.

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[ Politely sets down little teeny fat frog ]

“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.

He isn’t distracted for long, though. This guy.. he’s dangerous. Better to just let him be, watch him fool around and waste the time on the timer.

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“GU3333ST. D0 y0u l1k3 th3 fr0g? Pl34s3 s4y y3s, 1t t00k f0r3v3r t0 f1nd 1t.”

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“..Yes?” Guest isn’t sure what will happen if he risks saying otherwise, and he doesn’t want to find out. It’s not like he really has to lie, either- in this situation he has other, bigger things to worry about, but Guest does normally think frogs are okay.

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> [ Tending to some of the newer flowers he managed to get sprouting in this cursed soil , he seems a tad lost in thought. ]

> [ 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.

“Did you grow these, Apollo? They look beautiful.”

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> [ As usual , he startles pretty bad . Odd ! This is camp ! He’s supposed to be safe here! ]

, !! 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! ]

Figured it’d be , nice to have around . Especially here, yknow ,?

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Guest doesn’t blame Apollo for startling. It’s not easy to calm yourself here, even outside of the rounds. He nods along at Apollo’s words, admiring the flowers as he does so. It’s a very welcoming sight, one that he’s missed. “It would be very nice, I agree. I hope you are successful.”

He takes a break from soaking up the sight to glance at Apollo. “You have family here?” Guest isn’t sure whether to send his condolences or express relief that Apollo has support here.

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Onyx crawled out of the ground, webbed hands gripping the soil as it pulled it’s body out. Once it was freed from the confines, it shook off the dirt that caked it, even trying to dust it off. Onyx’s eyes looked around, this wasn’t the killers’ manor? The shark tail  twitched in a bit of confusion. Boss usually summoned it to help babysit with c00lkidd. 

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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.

But he doesn’t commit entirely to running away. Once he feels comfortably far away, Guest warily slows down, trying to see what this stranger’s intentions are.

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Onyx barely spotted the movement, looking over in that direction quickly. Though it didn’t have the best eyesight ever, finding this perfectly fine. It looked a bit grumpy like its dirt nap got interrupted.

Maybe it should follow the movements that it spotted a moment ago.. slowly, trying its best not to make a peep did it start to follow in Guest’s direction. He could know where Boss is so it could file a complaint about being woken up.

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As he stares longer, Guest realizes that this person is familiar. Not 1x himself, but one of his.. zombie things. He’s never seen one like this before, though. What’s even stranger is that he also hasn’t seen 1x yet. Is it possible that they’re hidden somewhere..?

He stands his ground as the stranger approaches, readying himself to charge into it if needed.

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Someone had been walking nearby, humming and giggling to themself.

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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-

“Where are you!?”

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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.

Guest curses under his breath. Now what? What is he supposed to do here? Kill the General so he can respawn, likely angrier? Hold him hostage until the next round? Let a murderer run around to do as he pleases? No matter what he does, it’ll be ridiculous.. the shock and the fear prevent him from thinking straight.

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Two Time had their dagger snatched from their hands, no one trusted them with anything sharp, especially knives and daggers. They disappeared in their room for a while, but they soon reappeared grasping a sheet of paper and a wooden pencil. Two Time plopped down on the arm of the couch, not even sitting down on the cushions of it. They were using their leg to draw on the paper, it was..of flowers, welll.. just one kind of flower.

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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 is silent, for now. He’s a little tired.

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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.”

He makes his way out the door.

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1x1x1x1 laid on the wooden floor of wherever he was, aching. He laid on his stomach, his back was what hurt the most like something was missing from it. The chains that wrapped around his torso had bits of his own dried blood on it, it was kinda green

“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.

“…”

He doesn’t dare ask what happened. At least, not until they stand up.

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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.

“If that is the case..” He steps forward, approaching 1x as if they were some aggravated beast, ready to bite at any moment. “Drop any other weapons you have.”

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“Oh, great news for you! i don’t have any weapons.” they couldn’t help but chuckle. He knew that they didn’t have their swords on himself. He couldn’t believe that he was seen as such a threat, finding it quite amusing.

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Guest narrows his eyes. “What about your other sword?” Only one dropped on the ground, right? Everyone else kept their things when they came back.. it wouldn’t make any sense for 1x to come with only half their stuff.

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[A rustling in the bushes]

Guest stands some distance away from the foliage that is scattered around the area. He appears to be looking for something, and isn’t able to hear the rustling at first. With time, he wanders a little closer- and notices that this bush is moving a little more than it should be. He squints at it, guard up. Then he warily moves towards the bush, placing a hand on it to brush the branches aside.

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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.

“Even if you never see it happen, it can still be occurring.”

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Someone had been walking nearby, humming and giggling to themself.

-> @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-

“Where are you!?”

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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.

He whirls around. There’s no way he can actually be here, right..?

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In the distance, a dark shape stands. It is tall and all consuming. The air around it seems to grow still, just as it is. And when it finally moves, there is a chilling gust of breeze that sweeps over the land. As it shifts, it seems to pull a sword out of no where.

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.

Just a little over three minutes. That’s all he would have to last.