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You can stick with Red if you prefer.

( he's still very red-themed, after all. and jason tends to answer to any title as if it's a name he's always had, as long as he knows it's directed his way. the benefits of being well-trained in the art of blending in: names are disposable but also easily switched out.

the drone takes off, which is what he was waiting for. jason steps closer to accelerator, looks him over carefully without reaching out towards him. the kid is durable, he knows that, but it's habit more than anything that has him checking just to make sure he's not injured. )

We don't know what the endgame goal is. I wouldn't pull any big moves unless we know how those're gonna go.

Okay.

[He's a little more used to Red, and if the younger Jason isn't here somewhere it'd be easier to go with that.

Accelerator relaxes only slightly when the drone buzzes off. They are, after all, still in some weird forest-island bullshit, with god-knows-what around the corner. At least he's in one piece? No scrapes or bruises, just his usual wet angry cat demeanour at getting unceremoniously dumped here.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance, otherwise not arguing. Why can't things ever be easy?]

What a pain in the ass. Guess we should find out what the fucking endgame goal is, then.

I hear you. Besides, we aren't really set up to properly smoke meat so it will stay good for more than a day at absolute most. I can do some fun things, but not enough to keep everyone safe and watch the food.

That also means you get to keep your own ass safe outside of taking watches for sleep.

[Because Jason doesn't really need a babysitter. Water filtration and food provision are probably about as much as can be offered without too much offense taken.]

I'm able to get fresh meat for cooking, but I'm no botanist to be absolutely certain about plants. Just able to check for common toxins and such that won't agree with humans. This isn't going to be viable for more than maybe a few weeks if we want to avoid nutritional deficiencies causing problems.

[They really hope it won't be that long before they can get out of this.]

Yeah. Welcome to my life.

( he's fine, so jason reaches a hand out. shoves his palm against the top of accelerator's hair and ruffles it softly. starts back off in the direction of the wooded area that he was waltzing through to begin with. they don't know what's up; don't know what the hell the play is here, why they've been dropped, how they have been. but it's fine, it's not his first rodeo, and they'll figure it out given enough time. always do. )

There's a lot of shit out here out to kill us. Don't just upend the ground every time you find one. Please. I'm trying to avoid making a scene.

Luckily for you, some of us were boy scouts an' earned all our badges.

( he was not, at any point in time, a boyscout. but point being: jason knows what's edible and what's not, as long as they're normal earthly plants and not fucky alien ones--which he hasn't come across, yet, so they should be safe. the pelt comes loose, and jason tosses it off to the side before shoving the stick'd rabbit back next to the fire. he doesn't need it for anything, there's no need to keep a bit of fur around at this point. )

Don't worry about me. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the brat-crowd.

( he'd be off causing chaos elsewhere; being loud enough to get the ringleader's attention, potentially playing right into their hand on purpose depending on how that play went. jason doesn't need help, does better without the crowd in scenarios like this. but he can't say the same for the teens he's been picking up. )

An' we've got plenty of people on the outside who aren't gonna just stand by while we're all stuck. I'm not concerned about it.

( yet. )

[Accelerator huffs a little, more of his anger at the drone draining away at the hair ruffle. While he's sure he could handle all of this on his own, it's kind of nice that Jason is here.

He follows after him, doing his best to keep up. Learning to use a crutch in a forest environment is good rehab, right? He won't complain though, he figures he just needs to get used to the ground being uneven.]

I'll keep any upending to a minimum. [There's some very slight deadpan sarcasm to that, but that's just him being a teenager. He'll rein it in.] It just really pissed me off.

01. OPEN

[ Dylan doesn't go for the supplies; They're being guarded by the biggest monsters, posing the biggest challenges. No, he's long since decided the smart thing to do would be to split the difference and start chasing down the slightly smaller, more manageable monsters and just use them for food.

Bringing out the symbiote claws and teeth to tear into them, Dylan's gotta admit it's scratching an itch in his brain he didn't know he had. He'll have to unpack that later when he's not fighting for survival.

He's spent a few days alone on this island so far, partly because he hasn't run into anyone he knows and partly because he's a little ashamed of his survival strategy thus far.

Doesn't help that the announcer has been following him around narrating a sensationalized account of Dylan's ferocious "fall from humanity." He's learning to ignore it.

Of course, even the smaller monsters are sizeable. Way more than a single kid can eat in one sitting — Even a kid who's part symbiote. When a stranger happens upon the little clearing where he's chowing down on the leg of a small giant frog, he'll pause, then motion toward the rest of the fresh remains. ]

Want some?

--

02. Closed to Sleeper

[ Dylan and Sleeper are up in a tree, staking out the terrain below for the approach of one of the monsters. Since he'd met up with the others, Dylan's hunting became less about his own survival and more about what he can contribute to the group.

Plus, it's nice to spend time with his sibling in such a new set of circumstances. ]

I fucking hate this island, but when we get out of here, we should go hunting more often. I like spending time with you like this.

--

03. WILDCARD?

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I hope he's got enough eyes for all of us. There's gonna be a line.

[ Dylan doesn't know the gritty details of what goes on between this Jason and the one he lives with, but he's long since figured out that they're not fond of each other. Admittedly, he wants to know why, but knows better than to bring it up.

Together, the group had managed to craft a crude spit over the campfire, and Dylan's on rotisserie duty tonight while it cooks. The smell of roast Mutant Lizard Tail wafts through the air. It probably wouldn't have been very appetizing last month, but hunger is the best seasoning. ]

Got a preferred gouging weapon in mind or are you just gonna improvise when you get there?

I get it. I ain't happy about it either.

( livid, actually. but jason also knows better than to show that at this point. being visibly angry's just going to please whoever's pulling crap moves like this. and the last thing jason wants to do is give them exactly what they're after. if they want them to fight, to get mad, to destroy shit, he's going to do the exact opposite.

the difficulty accelerator's having with getting around is - slightly more noticeable. he stops, looks back over to him. considers how to best offer without pissing him off, because jason hates having to depend on anyone for anything, and he can't imagine accelerator does either.

so he sticks with an easy, )

You want a piggyback ride? Or an arm?

[The question makes Accelerator purse his lips and he shakes his head stubbornly. It'd probably be faster if he just accepted the help, but they've been here all of five minutes and he doesn't want to be forced to rely on anyone, even Jason, just getting around the place.]

I'm fine.

[If he can't do something as simple as walk around without help then he's worse than useless.

He opens his mouth to say something else but pauses at the sound of some rumbling noise in the direction they're headed. It sounds like... people? And with an electronic tinge, so maybe more of those drones. Cautiously he frowns, keeping a hand on his choker.]

The hell is that?

Well, you definitely wouldn't be playing along with anyone's games. Neither would I. But as capable as the boys are, they're still...inexperienced.

[And that's what would bother them the most. Seeing them lose some of that innocence when they don't have to.]

The best part of being a monster is that you don't have to apologize for doing the shit that needs doing.

I prefer to improvise. Keeps things from getting too boring.

( but he does raise the knife he's got in hand, flips the blade around so he's got the hilt out towards dylan, blade pressing against the underside of his forearm. it's sharp enough that without the fabric separating them, it'd probably be pressing in just deep enough to draw blood. it's curved on one side, straight on the other. )

This one's a 119. 420HC steel, well-balanced. Doesn't hold a sharp edge as long as spendier blades might, but it's easy enough to sharpen. It'd work great for gouging.

( jason's head tilts off towards the direction of the sound, hand raising to press his index and middle finger against the side of his mask. the hud comes to life, but all that's visible to accelerator from the outside is the way red lights spark on the starlite lenses.

and the way his jaw ticks when he clenches it tight. )

You don't wanna know.

( but jason's heading forward anyway. figures if they see him, they see him. they'll be fine. hopefully. )

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He can tell Jason is doing something with his mask, so he's expecting more of an answer than that. It's very rude and he clicks his tongue in annoyance at the vagueness. At least it's pretty clear whatever the noise is can't be that dangerous, or he'd be trying to steer him in the opposite direction.

Accelerator follows, and eventually the forest opens up to a big clearing containing the tournament ring. There are other contestants around, and above more of those drones buzzing about, some of them trying to hype people up, others oh-so-helpfully going over the rules. Compete against other contestants for the chance to win valuable supplies, partnerships of two allowed, yada yada. He listens for a few moments, then quietly reaches up to fiddle with his choker.

Supplies, huh? Well, if these idiots want him lasting more than a day then there's a chance those supplies include electricity. At the very least, winning some food and water would be a good idea.

Even if he'd rather just take a nap somewhere instead.

He takes a few steps towards the ring.]

You do what you want, I'm gonna go beat the shit out of everyone here.

They're brats. I wouldn't give a shit if they had experience, they shouldn't be out here. Especially not on their own.

( with a look over to sleeper, before jason's slouching forward a little in his seat and reaching a hand over to scritch behind an ear, if sleeper will permit pets. )

I'm trying not to be a monster.

Sounds gross.

[He does, in fact, have one of those, too, and there's technically no reason he couldn't admit that - it's not a major secret that he's from Gotham or anything - but why give away info that you don't have to?] I believe that.

[ Dylan can tell the knife is being offered and gingerly accepts it, looking it over as Jason describes it. He holds up his free hand next to the blade, letting his fingers turn oozy and black before his hand shapeshifts into a glossy black copy of the blade. ]

I'll have to keep that in mind if I get within gouging distance.

( accelerator steps forward, and jason reaches a hand out to grab onto the back of his shirt. it's not a hard hold, just - one meant to stop him. )

Ace.

( more to get his attention than anything else. he wants accelerator to listen to him. )

Places like that're built to fuck you over. They're gonna find a weakness, they're gonna jab at it until it splits you open, and then they're gonna put it on display for everyone to see. I'm not going to stop you, but - just know what you're getting into.

Really gross, especially when he explodes all over you an' you're covered in bits and pieces of him.

( he's not usually one of jason's playmates, but there's been a few times they've crossed paths. not that they need to get into it. jason'll just reach down and ruffle tim's hair instead. )

I've got you.

[The grabbing of his shirt causes him to pause, and Accelerator glances over questioningly.

Wow, he sounds really serious. Like, damn, that is bleak. He honestly isn't sure if Jason is exaggerating or something, but it makes the reasonable part of him want to be more cautious. It's fighting the part of him that wants to just get in there and do some violent venting, and the part of him that's growing increasingly unsure about his choker battery.]

... You sure you're not just overthinking this?

( cute. in a morbid way.

jason offers a grin, before he reaches his hand out to take the knife back. )

I'd tell you to leave the gouging for the adults, but I know how well that'd go over.

[Eagle-eyed viewers at home might notice that the way Tim ducks away from the hair ruffle and reaches up to smooth it out after is very younger brother-like. What a nice guy, that Red Hood.]

Just don't explode things all over me.

I would never.

( he would. but that's beside the point. especially when he's waiting for tim to finish fixing his hair so he can reach out and fuck it up again with a grin. )

High chance I am, but a higher one the paranoia's coming from somewhere.

( when given time, jason always overthinks. it's habit, ingrained into him through years and years of training - not just with bruce, but it'd been him who had started it. and it'd been reasonable, hadn't it? things always go south, and when shit hits the fan it's better to know exactly what to expect and have four dozen plans for each scenario.

fuck, he hates bruce.

but he's letting go of accelerator's shirt, shoving his hand back into his jacket pocket. )

I'll tag along with you.

[There's so many unknowns about this situation that Accelerator nods slightly. It's at least smart to be cautious, even if he does really want to get ahold of whatever supplies this tournament thing is offering.]

Okay. Let's go.

[Jason can handle himself in a fight, and if there's any hugely supernatural opponents he can take care of them. It's fine, it's all fine.

He's going to head into the tournament ring. Apparently this round is a king of the hill situation, big hill in the middle and all, with both other contestants and natural fauna from the island.

AKA monsters. Contestants have two minutes to get situated at the base of the hill. Accelerator glances over as he makes his way there.]

I'm pretty pissed off, so I'm going to vent a little. As a warning.

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