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hey, i'm sorry for being harsh. you were right of course. There are always things to do. this camp is important for all of us. thank you for reminding me about that.

I did not mind. I appreciate your apology. I'm glad you found it helpful. How is your wound?

It is getting better I believe. At least the medics are less harsh with me whenever I get redressed, so I take that as a good sign.

You know it's like they say. Fall down seven times, stand up eight.

Good. That's good. I am not familiar with the term, but I suppose I understand what you are saying.

hey, i'm sorry for being harsh. you were right of course. There are always things to do. this camp is important for all of us. thank you for reminding me about that.

I did not mind. I appreciate your apology. I'm glad you found it helpful. How is your wound?

#answers.

Saw you go straight to medical tent after coming back. You stayed there awhile. How bad are your injuries?

Oh. Well, to be honest, I probably won't be running any big errands for a few days. Gotta see how quickly they can take out the stitches. It's fine though. Don't worry about it.

I'm not sure how I feel about this back and forth you are having with Gretchen. You're trying so hard to "save" her, but you know as well as I that leaving those cold concrete walls isn't going to happen with just some words or one scuffle. She needs something big. Something that is not pushed on from anyone. You may as well be making her dig her heels into the gravel from your attempts to set her free from the city's chains. Is it worth it?

You know what. You're right. It's not worth it.

I keep telling myself it's about planting a seed, to make doubt grow, but I don't see it working. Look what it got me- nothing.

She's not leaving these walls. She never wanted to. That was just me, being selfish as always. Maybe I just wanted to see that someone would believe in my words for once.

Torchbearer is right. You are right. It's useless.

If I can't even pull one person out of this hellhole, what am I doing here? What's the point at all?

I should've stayed in Dema. At least in there I knew what I was good at.

That's...not quite what I had in mind. I definitely don't think you should have stayed in the city. Being aimless out here is better than serving the evil in there. I am not saying never try to save people; more like Gretchen seems to be deeper under their control than most. Maybe use your energy helping others who are on the edge, ready to leave, but not knowing how. If not, then I am sure that going for supply runs or other tasks to help keep the camp functional is valuable. This camp is needed for those who have nowhere else to go.

Saw you go straight to medical tent after coming back. You stayed there awhile. How bad are your injuries?

Oh. Well, to be honest, I probably won't be running any big errands for a few days. Gotta see how quickly they can take out the stitches. It's fine though. Don't worry about it.

I'm not sure how I feel about this back and forth you are having with Gretchen. You're trying so hard to "save" her, but you know as well as I that leaving those cold concrete walls isn't going to happen with just some words or one scuffle. She needs something big. Something that is not pushed on from anyone. You may as well be making her dig her heels into the gravel from your attempts to set her free from the city's chains. Is it worth it?

Hello, Torchbearer. I hope you are doing well.

hi there seven! it’s been a while, i’m glad to hear from you. i’m alright, staying busy around camp with duties and the upcoming raid.

how have you been? seems you’ve been quiet.

I'm fine. Healing quite nicely, according to your nurse. ...is there anything I can do to help around the camp?

...CONNECTING..... ...CONNECTION SECURED. ACCESSING FILE: C:\SERVER\DATABASE\USERS\017625\2025_10MOON_08\JOURNALENTRIES Journal entry #13 I realized after posting my last entry, that I had forgotten something quite important. A while ago, after becoming restless once more in my tent, I gathered the courage to join the larger camp. I had been given my portion of the night's meal, I sat alone, carefully shoveling the soup into my mouth. I found myself feeling lonely. After many nights of hearing the commotion of camp-goers laughing and talking to the late hours of the night, I wished I could be apart of the joy. So I joined them. I slowly stepped out of my tent, and padded silently onto the log nearest to my tent. The fire's glow caressed my face, but it's warmth barely reached my skin. As I maneuvered my way to the log, the jovial communication quieted down as many stared at me. It seemed they weren't sure what to do with my presence. I feared as such. I was about to leave, feeling unwanted and disgraced, when Clancy made some sort of joke or quip I didn't quite understand. It diffused the tension in a few short words, and the entire camp was laughing once again. I spent the night sitting in silence, listening to everyone talking happily. I have gone out and sat near the campfire often, watching the dancing waves of fire while listening to people talk about their day. It's nice. CONNECTION TERMINATED.

#journal_entries

open to: everyone setting: trench // deep forest timeline: ambiguous/flexible character: Firefly

Firefly was always pleased to be part of the gathering trips. Dangerous as they might be, sending a group so far into the woods away from the camp itself, they couldn't help but adore the scent of filtered tree air. Flavored with the heat of the day and the leftover taste of bread on their mouth, dragging a basket to haul nuts, berries, and fibrous plants for weaving, Firefly hopped over a nearby log with a cheer.

"Hey Hey!" Their voice was a pitched and friendly chime as they moved through the bushes, the form beyond them marred and blurry past their vision. Surely it was another Bandito, though!

Hopefully it was

Their red stained mouth opened in a smile that revealed blackberry seeds as one hand messily held a pile of ripe ones. "You're not supposed to be alone, my guy! Two at a time, lets gooooo-! You want to go get the blackberries with me? They're literally perfect to take back. Oh! You think we could make a pie with them if we got enough?!"

(this is outside of the current story I have going on right now but I was too excited to wait for the right time lol)

They jolted at the sound of the excited person's voice, feathers rustling in the wind as their wings expand in shock. Shoot, they must have made it too close to camp, or somehow crashed into the path of a scouting party or something. Could they just slink away so they don't have to interact with anyone? But that would be rude. All they wanted to do was help the camp by bringing back an animal but now they are stuck in this impossible situation. Are they supposed to say something? The person looks friendly enough. But that could be a guise for something more threatening. Surely anyone out here was a Bandito right?

They realize while they've been lost in their thoughts at the intruder's sudden probing, they've stayed silent for what would probably be an unacceptable amount of time. Their feathers puff up in their anxiety. They can't say anything now, right? That would be weird... All they can think to do is shuffle their scaly feet slightly towards the person, in an effort to make themselves known. They're safe, right?

The fluttering of wings alerted Firefly first to something different. Their ears perked up, well accustomed to the sound of feathers and different species. With Laz's near constant point out of birds around the landscape, Firefly was surprised that the sound was big. Too big for anything they've ever heard or seen in camp. A vulture? They got pretty big, and more and more have been curious to join Laz's growing flock.

So when it settled, they pushed some of the branches away to stick their head curiously out and get a better look. When they did, their blue eyes widened in shock, mouth dropping open. Their teeth were still stained red, tongue containing a few remaining seeds of past blackberries.

Oh, Laz was NOT going to believe them about this.

"Uh." Firefly blinked stupidly for a moment as they stared at the equally shocked creature (person's???) face. Their puffy jacket caught on leaves and sticks, littering it with small bits of foliage as they tried to process the lack of terror in their mind. If their instincts didn't immediately want to make them flee, maybe this wouldn't be horrible?

"Uh..." The word came out a second time before they scooted closer, still opening up the berries in their palm, "What - Uh - Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy....So...Are you a like.... an 'I eat carrion and human meat' bird-person or like...a....you'd like some of these berries bird....person?"

That was rude. They didn't know what else to say for more information.

As they expected, once the mystery person got a good look at them, surprise painted their face.

But not fear.

This was new.

Then they continued to talk, albeit a bit more nervously, as if they aren't witnessing an abomination to life itself. Their eyes widen even more, slit pupils shrinking unconsciously, and their mouth open just enough for their sharp teeth to catch on their lips.

Taking a closer look at the unfamiliar person, they find themselves put more at ease. The person is only slightly taller than them, their puffy jacket engulfing their figure, making it an almost...disarming silhouette. The person is clearly older than them, but not by much. it doesn't matter how old they are. they could take them down the same way.

The most important thing they notice however, that washes away the warning bells of danger, is the hair ties that this person has, holding up their...unusual hairstyle.

They're yellow.

Their shoulders slump, releasing the tension they didn't know they were keeping, and they sigh the rest of the anxiety out.

Okay so, they are definitely a Bandito. Clancy did say they should get out more and...make friends? This seems like a good place to start as any.

They look to the offered hand, full of berries of some kind. Considering that this person seems keen on dwindling down the camp's resources, they figure it's not poisonous.

They reach their scaled hand out, and pluck a single berry in between two of their sharp talons, delicately trying not to smash it on its trip towards their mouth.

Wow. These are really good. Despite their effort to hide their emotions, theirs eyes brighten as soon as the flavor hits their tongue, and their pupils dilate to near circles.

They quickly catch their mistake, and cough a little to resort back to neutrality.

"Both."

They say, their voice gravelly and painful sounding, with the slight accent of Dema's native tongue. Eager to eat some more, before waiting for a response, they dive back in to (carefully) get a few more berries.

The word both made Firefly blink. They tried to process what the single phrase meant for a moment, as if they had forgotten what they had asked. Once they registered it, though, their shoulders tensed up slightly in surprise. They let their eyes pass towards the berries being plucked. Huh. Flesh and berries?

Their mind conjured up images of roasting pots over the fire, meat and mushroom stews burning in an iron container. The scent of omnivores and pleasantness.

They grinned at the other and laughed, the sound not awkward but abrupt. Despite the slight nerves they felt in their gut over the sight of the surprising creature, their eyes dilated and stretched with emotions. They focused. They also didn't immediatley rip Firefly's hand off when the berries were offered. It was enough for the extroverted Bandito to give more talking a shot.

"Well, thanks for not eating me first thing! I promise berries taste better. I'm all burnt inside."

They made a face at the bird, sticking their tongue out while their nose wrinkled up, as if mimicking a 'bleh' face at the mere idea of eating their own flesh. When they were done they pulled their hand away from the other to toss the remaining few berries in their mouth and chew.

"Are you out here all alone?" This time, their voice was concerned.

Well, this seemed to be going well. Plucking berries from an offered hand like, well, like an actual bird. Sure, fresh meat would obviously taste better, more satisfying but it was a nice change of pace. And it helped just slightly to calm their never ending hunger.

They end up getting berry guts all over their mouth and fangs, a poor imitation of what it feels like to rip apart something living. They're always chasing that high.

Then the idea of eating people gets sprung into their mind by this mystery-berry-person. Not only just, people but the person standing in front of them as well. Both parties quirk their faces in disgust, a mirror reflecting back to each other. Though a part of them wonders what being "burnt inside" would taste like...they don't think they've eaten someone before, but that doesn't mean they aren't...tempted sometimes. It's what they were designed for.

Pulled from their thoughts, this kind stranger asks if they are alone. Why would they care? These Banditos are all so...soft. They don't think they'll ever get used to it.

Saving their voice as much as possible they nod their head quickly as they lick off some of the berry juice still on their lips and chin. After a quick few swipes of their tongue, they opt to wipe the rest off with the pads of their palm.

The reaction to eating them was very reassuring. It almost made Firefly's shoulders slump with a new comfort as they bit their lip. Scanning around the forested area, listening carefully, it seemed that the rest of the party had gone further out into the fields. Alone with a bird creature wasn't exactly a scenario they had planned for.

But they knew Laz, so it was pretty much the same thing.

"If you want, I know a place that's good to chill in, if you want." They offered it in a cheeky whisper towards the creature, "It's not uh. EXACTLY...nearrr where the camp is but. There's a guy I think who'd be willing to keep you a secret. If that's what you want."

The consideration of the ruffled feathers the second Firefly had appeared gave them pause for consideration. Parading a strange bird being through the Bandito camp wasn't going to go smoothly. They still weren't sure if it was safe or not to bring them through on all sides. If they attacked the camp, it wouldn't be good. If the Banditos weren't sure of them, that was also not great.

Luckily for them both, Laz hated being near the camps.

LUCKILY. Laz loved the peak of a nearby small mountain (barely a mountain so much as something too tall to be called a hilltop) more than a busy campsite. His torch always burnt at the top of his watch site. A distance farther than one might think.

"Or if you really want to uh. Go off and do what it is you were doing-" Firefly shrugged, "I can show you a path that might help ya avoid walking through it." They had maybe a vague idea of the direction to go, but their high held head would never convey that.

They pout at the thought of this- random person by all accounts- caring enough about them to consider that they might not want to be near people, or just keep themselves hidden in general. Going somewhere might be nice, they had no luck finding anything to hunt after all. They consider the options.

This is a new person after all, they can't be trusted. Then again, they are a Bandito, which means they likely aren't in any danger. They probably shouldn't go with them, be led to someplace they don't know, (unlike now where they know exactly where they are), but Clancy and Torch's encouragement to "mingle" with the Bandito's echo in their mind. They both would want them to do this...right?

Shifting the weight of their body from foot to foot they ponder for a few seconds, before they remember- isn't this person her in the first place to forage for camp? The Bandito can't just stop everything to bring them to some random hill?

Not wanting to strain their voice, they resort to pointing at the basket of berries, nuts, and plants while arching one eyebrow up and furrowing the other in a questioning look towards the berry-filled basket.

Firefly's own brow furrowed in confusion at the questioning look. The gaze they offered was one of genuine confusion. Following the other's gaze, blue eyes locked to the basket of goods. Then the same eyes grew wide with realization, holding up the basket to their face as if holding some sort of magical item.

"Oh RIGHT RIGHT." Firefly couldn't help but laugh at the idea they had forgotten, but they weren't bothered as they continued without missing a beat, "Everyone basically knows I bring La- my friend on the hill stuff in baskets all the time. If I tell them that, no one will be surprised. Besides! I'm not technically lying if we do end up doing that, am I?"

They held up the basket as if it were evidence. As if it could solve all of their problems. Somehow, in Firefly's mind, it just might.

#seven #roleplay #long post #(IM SO SORRY FOR NOT RESPONDING IN SO LONGGG AHH)

Satisfied in the stranger's reasoning, they give a sharp nod, raise their arm, and step back, allowing the bubbly personality to lead the way. They have a good feeling about this, but the stranger does have a...mischievous energy to them. They hope they don't get into any trouble, that would be terrible for their reputation at camp that they are desperately trying to improve.

Still, an evening out in the gorgeous scenery of Trench can't end up too terribly. They might even make a friend. Or two.

...CONNECTING..... ...CONNECTION SECURED. ACCESSING FILE: C:\SERVER\DATABASE\USERS\017625\2025_10MOON_06\JOURNALENTRIES Journal entry #12 It's been quiet here, in the camp. For me, at least. I find it surprising how long it takes to prepare for just one trip to the city. They've been preparing for over a month, probably. Clancy has stopped visiting me as often, says he's busy with helping the camp get ready. He still comes every few days. I've spent my time browsing this server. I've seen so many people. I find it hard to interact with anyone. My experience is unique. I think they built this site on the back of the city's infrastructure. That's why there seems to be some citizens posting. Some that are not as...knowledgeable, about the city and it's functions. невігластво - це блаженство. I get uncomfortable whenever I come across these blogs. It's like a mirror reflecting back in time, to a being I was before. It can't have been that long since I've left, betrayed the only thing I knew. So much has changed in so little time. Раніше було легше. CONNECTION TERMINATED.

#dema oc #rp blog #dema #twenty one pilots #tøp oc #tøp #journal_entries

drcaspiancrow

"See, I told you you'd beat me!" "My arms gonna be so sore tomorrow.."

Well. That was entertaining to watch.

wait!? you were there?? i didn't see you anywhere..

I peeked out of my tent mostly, so you likely wouldn't have seen me. I may have gone a few steps out though at one point.

well, i'm glad you enjoyed the event.

maybe next time you can join us

Maybe.

drcaspiancrow

"See, I told you you'd beat me!" "My arms gonna be so sore tomorrow.."

Well. That was entertaining to watch.

wait!? you were there?? i didn't see you anywhere..

I peeked out of my tent mostly, so you likely wouldn't have seen me. I may have gone a few steps out though at one point.

drcaspiancrow

"See, I told you you'd beat me!" "My arms gonna be so sore tomorrow.."

Well. That was entertaining to watch.

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My head is killing me. It feels like someone has their hands on the back of my skull and my forehead and are squeezing it as much as they can. It hurts to think.

I haven't be able to sleep much recently. It's not anything new, but, still frustrating. I've found myself drawn to the campfires in the middle of the night, when no one is awake to witness its wonders. I sit down on a log and am hypnotized by its flames, dancing with abandon, uncaring that no one is there to watch it. It's so warm. Much different than the cold light I am used to. Sometimes I've caught myself drifting asleep staring at its waves of light. I returned back to my tent before anyone could notice my presence. .-- .... -.-- / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. / - .... . -.-- / -.- . . .--. / - .... .. ... / ..-. .-. --- -- / ..- ... ..--..

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you're doing great on the computer Torch don't get yourself down

oh, thank you! i did have a good teacher but... i'd be lying if i said it doesn't make me feel a little old.

keeping the server going is pretty standard but doing anything for myself? i dunno..

clancykisser

"It's okay, it's the computer games that are the most fun."

oh i forgot about the games! if i start playing those again i think my camp duties might, uh… start to slack a little bit.

…you don’t happen to know of any other games do you?

If you keep enabling him, I won't be able to pull Torch away from the computer

I never played those games before..

but baby we can play together?

the.. the games, i mean. i’ll be player 2.

hmmmmm

deal.

maybe we can be on a team together. we make a pretty great team i think :)

stop now, you're gonna make me blush..

i like making you blush. you’re cute.

no, you're cute.

You two are insufferable. Clancy couldn't stop talking about you yesterday, Torchbearer. It was annoying.

come on now, you only get a fraction of us, you’re lucky.

and, oh, really? what was he saying?

good things i hope.

Mostly. Sometimes he'd say something about how he was hoping you were running the camp okay alone. He didn't like leaving you alone for so long. He told me how you two met and your history, how proud he is of you, how strong you are, how much he loves you. Things like that. It wasn't one sided, I gave him some information about me as well. .. / -.. --- -. .----. - / .-. . -- . -- -... . .-. / -- ..- -.-. .... .-.-.-

mostly is good enough. he shouldn’t worry so much, next time tell him to relax. i can handle things.

and he calls me a sap. psh.

it’s okay if you don’t remember it all, i’m glad you opened up a bit. we’re both here for you, you know.

first of all, seven you tattle.

second of all mr "i can handle things" heads straight into danger without thinking cause he doesn't want anyone else to get hurt, and thinks sacrificing himself is Noble and Good and all that crap.

thirdly, I concur with torch. We're both here for you, whatever you need.

Thanks.

you're doing great on the computer Torch don't get yourself down

oh, thank you! i did have a good teacher but... i'd be lying if i said it doesn't make me feel a little old.

keeping the server going is pretty standard but doing anything for myself? i dunno..

clancykisser

"It's okay, it's the computer games that are the most fun."

oh i forgot about the games! if i start playing those again i think my camp duties might, uh… start to slack a little bit.

…you don’t happen to know of any other games do you?

If you keep enabling him, I won't be able to pull Torch away from the computer

I never played those games before..

but baby we can play together?

the.. the games, i mean. i’ll be player 2.

hmmmmm

deal.

maybe we can be on a team together. we make a pretty great team i think :)

stop now, you're gonna make me blush..

i like making you blush. you’re cute.

no, you're cute.

You two are insufferable. Clancy couldn't stop talking about you yesterday, Torchbearer. It was annoying.

come on now, you only get a fraction of us, you’re lucky.

and, oh, really? what was he saying?

good things i hope.