i think this is good..? if it needs to be in RolePlay_Topic tell me (surroundings image in comments)

Moonstar?: Show your self~

Okay... What's your favorite colo- (jkjk real one)
You wanna join the Federation of the South Woods?

"yes~"
(His fav color deep navy blue)

good. come with me.

"..."

*Paul comes out, his blonde hair a slight reflection of the moonlight.*
Who are you?
*Paul's clothes are tattered, almost like he's always been here.

Moonstar?:Hello~

*A gun comes out of Paul's pocket.*
Answer my question! I'm not afraid to shoot a spy!

Moonstar?Im not gonna hurt you~

(you use c.ai?)
Are you from the North Woods?

(ye)
Moonstar?:No~?

Can I ask you a question?

"Yes~"

Are you sure? it's kinda weird...

"Yes~"

For your post to be approved, please do put an image here in the comments atleast of both surroundings!

dart swed can u aprovemy image pls

i can't draw but here's a random dark forest image. this good?

That’s a great image.

Happy role-playing!

yay!

~Your name is Loaz Whittman. You are agender and go by they/it. You are 22 years old with the mental capacity of someone half of that. And you... have no idea where you are now.~

At the sound of a snap, Loaz stiffened. As an avid woods dweller, they were well used to the sounds of the forest; twigs snapping and leaves rustling are just the usual sounds of forest life. Normally this kind of noise would feel comforting, but this felt... different. Loaz spun on its heel, only to find the light of its house was absent between the trees, trees that bent different than it was used to.
Loaz's stomach turned. There's no way it got lost, right? It had known these woods since it was a kid. Why now would it suddenly forget its way? No, something was wrong. Very wrong.

Buddy, if you could go between worlds, this war would have destroyed your world

“You say like I know what you’re talking about. I thought I specified I DON’T know what you’re on about!” Deep breaths, Loaz. They were starting to get tense, stressed, frustrated. Their nails dug into their palms. “I want a real explanation! And I want it face to face.” It said through tight lips and gritting teeth.

so you don't know of the war..?

"Of course I don't! You said so, I'm not even from this world! Just-" Loaz slumped. Their frustration had drained, leaving only confused exhaustion in its place. "Just talk to me, man. Like a person who's never been here. Explain it to me like I'm a f**kin' toddler if you have to."

long ago, the 4 factions- the North, South, East, and West woods, were engaged in a full out war. We're still feeling the aftereffects (hey, can Loaz be used as a character in my book?)

(of course! If you need more info on their character I'd be happy to share.)

"Okay." It nodded, tucking its hands into its pockets. It still didn't like being unable to see the person talking to them. In direct danger or not, it liked to be aware of its surroundings. "Why?"

Why what? Was there war? You're telling me you don't have war?

"Of course we have wars, but they have reasons behind them. Do you guys just. Go to war for fun?" They snorted.

Oh, no, you see... everyone hates each other...

"Well that's just stupid." It replied bluntly, practically cutting the speaker off. "You hate each other so your default is to kill each other? That's stupid!"

Samuel. My name is samuel. And you are..?

“Loaz.” They replied, adjusting the star shaped glasses on their head. They’d been jostled out of place between all the yelling and such.

Alright. Follow me.

Loaz trailed silently after. It wasn't often they had nothing to say. Though in this case there was nothing they wanted to say. It was tempting to just run away. Turn heel and book it off into the trees. Then again, anyone who'd ever gotten into a confrontation with a wild animal, Loaz themself included, would remind them that that was the worst possible strategy. While Samuel had been told not to expect their loyalty, he had no reason to spare them if they ran. He was the one who was armed after all. They'd felt so strong moments a go but now... Much as it hated to admit, Loaz was not in the favorable position. God this was stupid.

~Would Craig be proud?~

Maybe not.
But he'd be more disappointed if they ended up dead, wouldn't he? That was their brother's one rule, 'don't die.'
~We're trying, big man.~

Loaz shook their head to clear it and walked a little faster.

*loud gunshots ring through the air, firing (and missing) at the two. Samuel turns to Loaz.*
SPRINT GO***AMN IT!

Loaz froze at the sound of gunshots. No it was not the correct response, but it was merely what they did. Deer in the headlights, god they really were a prey animal.
Samuel's shout snapped them out of it.
~Sprint? Now that's something we can do.~

So maybe running through the woods away from danger had its applications here and there.

*Samuel's sprinting, that's for sure. Dashing through the woods, nearly leaving Loaz in the dust. He takes his gun and fires towards where the gunshots were coming from.*

Real smart, running way ahead of your companion then shooting backwards IN THEIR DIRECTION. Perhaps it was pure spite towards this guy that made them run faster. They could catch up. They sprung over roots and swerved around tree trunks. This was a kid who knew how to run through a forest. If there was one upside to this situation, it was the trees.

Though, they sure did miss seeing any other living thing. These woods felt bleak to them. Back home they were vibrant and green and alive. Back home they could hear the buzzes chirps of the bugs and frogs and birds. The shuffle of deer and foxes and raccoons.
How could a place that should be teeming with life be so dead? It was laughable really.

Shots whizzed past and Loaz picked up their pace.

*A loud scream is heard from nowhere, and Samuel gets on a knee to rest.*
He's dead.

(I think it's a lot easier for me to read back for the sake of details in comments. I'm very big on preserving writing and you know how memechats cut off after a bit. I kinda prefer here personally. it is your roleplay though so if its easier for you it's your decision)

Loaz skidded to a stop, gasping for breath. Their exhales were staggered; little breathless giggles. They leaned on their forehead against a tree trunk, chest heaving and shuddering as the rush of adrenaline did its work in getting itself out of their system. What didn't this bug laugh their ass off at?
"Who's- who's dead?" They wheezed out between gasps and chuckles. Their legs started to feel a little wobbly from the exertion. "What the f**k was that?!"

hey you wanna continue this rp in meme chat its pretty fun

(okay then sorry. bad news though... half the supporting cast will die and there's a 50/50 chance Loaz will get killed off if I add Loaz)
You sure? I'm giving you a choice- die or join me. There's only 2 options.

(I’d rather not have them present tbh. Rethinking things they are an OC that’s very personal to me and i might not really want them anywhere I don’t have active creative control if that makes sense)
“Well excuse me. But you haven’t exactly given me great reason to want to. Why, other than just ‘you’ll kill me,’” they mocked, “would I want in on this?” They placed their hands on their hips. “Lets see, you’ve threatened me, ignored my requests, shrugged off my distress, told me all you do is go to war for fun, none of that is exactly convincing. So enlighten me here, what's in it for me?”

Life.

And money

Life and money. Barely an argument. Loaz knew their refutations far outweighed this complete stranger's. And they could sense that, frustratingly, they weren't going to get much more.
"...If I trust you, I only want you to promise me this." It stepped toward a person who was, despite a hundred asks, NOT standing in front of them. "I don't swear myself to this permanently. If I ever find a way out, back home, you and your people let me leave." It seemed like a sort of common sense condition. "Do not EVER expect my complete and unquestionable loyalty unless you've done something to earn it. Are the conditions clear?"

Fine. Your terms are... acceptable

And that was all Loaz needed to hear. "Okay. Now. Will you please come out so I can see you?"

Alright.
*I come out.*

And their shoulders could finally settle.

~Look at us! Diplomat of the f**kin' century! Craig would be proud.~
Hell yeah he'd be. They wondered how time worked here as compared to home. They hoped in their world they wouldn't be too long getting back. Boy did they have a story to tell their siblings.
"Thank you. What now."

You come with me and we train you.

"Riiight, for your stupid spite wars." Damn, that woulda been a good condition, not being forced to fight in those. Ah shoot, well. What was said was said. And it doubted the guy would've agreed to that so easily.
"...So. Do you have a name?"

I mean, doesn't that happen in your world?

"Well again, usually there's more of a reason than just spite. If we declared war whenever we so much as didn't like a guy our world would've ended before I even got here."

Yeah, well, most wars are short

"Yeah, well, that doesn't make them sound any more justified to me." Loaz rolled their eyes. God they could be using this time for anything else besides this conversation. "Do you plan to do anything about me? I'm getting a little sick of standing around."

Uh, either join the South woods, or, you know... die.

Loaz stood in silence for a moment.Then they snorted.
Loaz laughed. They full-chest laughed.
They laughed until they were gasping for breath, clutching their chest. "Oh! Oh you're shitting me!" They wheezed.
It was another minute until they'd settled down from their fit. "I'm sorry- I just- God!" They straightened up. "You. Want ME. To join you. You pointed a gun at me. You've been hiding in a tree or something. What makes you think I'd WANT to? To help you in your pointless hissy fit wars? I don't WANT that."

Alright then. Your choice.
*shoots Loaz*

(WOAH WAIT HUH??? WHEN DID I EVER GIVE THE OKAY FOR THAT???? I EXPECTED TO YKNOW. DISCUSS??? A BIT MORE???)

(i mean i did give the choice :/)

(Still, just killing a person's character without their permission is, at least in my experience, a big no when it comes to roleplay etiquette. And besides, it ends all hope of further interaction on a really unsatisfying note and as a person who's really big on story and character development and all that, it's really irritating to me as a writer to see that completely cut off. Also might be good to mention that Loaz as a character means an awful lot to me and maybe them just getting shot on the spot doesn't feel great? I hope that all makes sense. Maybe I'm just a bit too serious about this but it really does mean a ton to me.

Some alternative ideas to killing them:
- have your guy come out of hiding like Loaz had been asking. They would've trusted a person they could see a lot more than one they couldn't.
- OFFER SOME ACTUAL REASONING THAT WOULD CONVINCE THEM. It was clearly established that Loaz was not a fan of this way of life. Perhaps some real selling them on it would've made them less likely to completely turn down the offer, or at least make them reconsider
- Offer to help them find a way home if they join. Truth or not it would've definitely gained your guy some points in their book.

Keep in mind that your character is a complete stranger to both Loaz and myself. I have little indication of their emotions or thoughts and Loaz has next to no reason to trust this guy. They were threatened at gunpoint for crying out loud!
You asked to include Loaz in your book, but now I don't know if I want that if I'm going to have my prized character just killed off for no reason. If that's what you plan to do, then DO NOT PUT THEM IN YOUR STORY. I DO NOT WANT THAT.

Thank you for reading my rants. If you actually did.)

(aight cool we can continue in the comments)

You're welcome. I just saved your ass.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." It waved a hand dismissively. "Lets just get to this wherever. A bug's only got so much in it."

(well finally)
Fine. Stick by me, you never know who could fire out of nowhere.

(Busy past few days. I just needed time.)
"And you didn't think to warn me 'bout that beforehand?" They muttered under their breath. They shoved themself off the tree. "Carry on then."

I assumed you knew the stakes of war.
*I walk Loaz to the base.*

"Of course there's one going." It sighed. It followed.

*A red dot appears at Loaz's head.*

Loaz somehow managed to freeze up even more. It wasn't often they had nothing to say but here they were. They raised their hands almost comedically slow.
~What the f**k what the f**k what the f**k what the f**kkkkkk,~ their mind so calmly panicked.

Who are you and why are you in the South Woods?

"Heh..?" It squeaked, head tilted. "I'm in the where?" South woods? As far as Loaz was concerned the woods south of where they were were quite sparse. So this wasn't their south woods either. They weren't just lost, they were /lost./ "I'm not supposed to be here."

Let me guess, you're from the North woods, you went to hunt for food despite having heard the meat has gone extinct, and you've ended up in OUR territory.

Loaz let out a breathless chuckle. What was this guy with a gun to their head on about? North woods? South woods? "Dude, what are you talking about? Is this some weird LARP?"

Shut up! Look, I don't know who you are or how you got here, but you better explain everything.

Loaz took a tiny step back. “Okay, geez! Really committed to this bit.” They took in a deep breath. This was no way to be talking when your life is threatened. Then again, they were still standing after plenty of confrontations, weren’t they? “I don’t know what there is to explain. I was taking a walk one second and now I’m here. These aren’t my woods. I didn’t even know I was trespassing. I don’t know where I am.” It sounded genuine. It was being genuine. “I just wanna go home and forget whatever this is ever happened.”

(you there big man?)

(oh yeah sorry i've been busy working on the book based on it)
Well then you can't come home. You're stuck here. I've never been able to access your other world.

(That's fine! dw about it. Neat that you're writing a book)

"I'm-" They lowered their tired arms. "I'm WHAT?" The fluff of their jacket seemed to almost bush up like a cat's tail. They could feel their stomach twist. No. No that is not allowed. They can't be just. Stuck here.
Suddenly, they felt hot, felt something bubbling in their knotted stomach. Rage welled in their chest. How dare this person point a gun at them, threaten them, and have the /nerve/ to tell them they can't go home. All without showing their face. Their fists clenched and their nails pricked their palms. "Get out here! Show yourself! Say that to my face!" This person had nerve but so did they. Nobody got to tell them where they could and couldn't go.