Arthur
Rhys was nervous. Well, they're always nervous, but, this was different. They were having a good day, for one, and they were going on a walk with two people they liked. Not just one! That's a lot! It's basically four people if they count Cyrus, too...

Speaking of, he's been awfully quiet this morning. Not necessarily a bad thing, but as Rhys navigates the halls of the Cradle to get outside, the dead air around them only enhances their anxiety. The front door takes its time opening, and they lean on their cane, watching it crawl open at a snail's pace. The motors in this thing need to be replaced. As soon as the gap is big enough for them to squeeze through, they do, and the fresh air hits them all at once. Relief washes over them, and they're still for a moment, to take in their new surroundings but also to find out where Red is. They were in a specific spot last time, but... They can't remember where.

Sighing, they start to move away from the building and towards the forest, only for a familiar voice to interject.

*Hey, maybe wait for the other person?* Rhys freezes. Still not used to Cyrus in their head, they were surprised, only to quickly realize what was happening. Right. 

"She's not..." They turn and look over their shoulder, not seeing anyone else, but not really looking for anyone, either. "She's not here. Red is usually in the forest anyway." They roll their shoulders and continue to walk to the forest, empowered more by spite than any sense of direction.

[ whoever wants to go next can idk
Edith
The air shifts, a curse broken or a sight seen. 
The air shifts. 
Everything grows impossibly heavy for a moment then it is lighter than the sky. The world is silent before it becomes filled with something that cannot be said. Life becomes oh so loud. Animals from miles away could be heard, the slightest movement like horns against ears. A definite chaos that screams of the world and begs for one to hear. 

A footfall is heard, heavy but not in a way that is abrasive. It blends far too well with the sound of whatever decided to wake. Another sound, they're coming closer. A gust of air that seems heavy. The air seems cleaner, the world is less overshadowed by buildings and cars. 

The trees move the life around everything grows ever louder. 
The beast appears. 
It sniffs and brushes something off from their shoulder.

"Hi."

The voice is ever many, too many. It growls and gnashed at the throat and at the mind. It's too animalistic and human. Yet it seems tired at its core. 
She's still shirtless though. 
A frown frames it's scarred features. The air around it was so evergreen for a moment, when did it start to feel so old?

They stretch their arms and groan in satisfaction when something pops and it dosent hurt. Crossing her arms she leans a little to the side. Waiting and curious for what there soon is to be. 

"Waitin?"
Debra
A straw hat's ribbons lightly move with the wind. Anja Leta stands at the designated meeting point. She was early. Awfully early. Like she had time to fume early.
She still wasn't sure about that boy. She should spend her time looking into more of the social crimes that he was up to.
 
No. This wasn't *Her* Place.
She shakes her head; she should just let her deal with it.
She checks her phone. How early *Did* She arrive?
 
Footfalls reach her ears once it's too late.
Whether fortune favored this one or not, she seemed to be used to quiet noises introducing someone.
She turns to face the light/heavy stepper.
 
Craning her head up was the second surprise.
"...Hello." Should she offer her shirt? It wouldn't fit it.
She probably wouldn't take it anyways.
Is this Red? It would explain how Ashton and she made such quick friends. Funny that, he seems to always get along with the people that are just, pleasant to her. She should make him something when she gets back.
 
She looks out to the facility, wondering where the third was supposed to be.
She takes a shot in the dark.
"Yes. I think Rhys should be on their way. Thought I would see you come down the path as well, I was mistaken."
 
She won't lie, she was still sore over Rhys's previous interaction with her. But at least she was invited.