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By ネズ

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(Almost done with the remake theme~ Now it's a matter of deciding if I want to go with a timeline/AU, writing an about, and setting my links up, all that jazz. I think I might let go of most the threads I have-- for a fresh start? If anyone would like to continue something, just message me about it and we can work it out~)

#it feels like it's been a long time i'm #so excited to plot and put peko back in action #out;

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(You know, I remade when I hit 500 followers on my first Peko. I think this is a sign to rinse and repeat. Start fresh, dust off the gears in my head and get them turning again. Whether it's going to be a talentswap/AU version or a normal version, I'm not quite sure yet. :/)

#i just need to jump up and get myself in tip top shape #spread my novellas across the dashes again #out;

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#when you sign on and #see that you have 500 followers #i'm--

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(They had a rainbow cake and they both looked so pretty in their dresses. ;v; Lots of dancing so my feet ache. Mm I'm not sure if I should try to write replies or just crash. I hope everyone's having a good night/day~)

#some people can be scary when surrounded with alcohol sighs #//flops oh weddings #out; #tbd

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(So my cousin's marrying her girlfriend today~ I'll be headed off to the wedding in a little while and probably won't get home till late. I'm also leaving on a trip tomorrow-- so while I'll be on the busy side, I'll try to get a few replies in!) 

#sashay sashay #twirl i'm wearing a dress that i really like ;v; #it should be fun~ #out; #tbd

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inegotism said: i’m not cute!! but i’m catching you

(You, mister, are very cute. And nothing you say will convince me otherwise!!)

#'v' we've been over this! you're cute!! very very cute! #inegotism #out;

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#i thought we agreed you were the cutest!! ;v; #because it's 100 percent true!! #//snuzzles 'v' #fwahh faa #secretuum #out;

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inegotism replied to your post

that’s so cute!! you’re really cute

#shOY #NO WE'RE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN #YOU'RE CUTE TOO ;~; #i'mmmm #//falls on you #hello 'v' !! #inegotism

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(So I might spend a little time on my Blake or Naoto today. I've also started playing the Gray Garden ehe ;v; However! I'll make it a goal for this weekend to finish my replies to Kirigiri, Chie, and everyone else I find in my activity. If anyone would be interested in plotting a thing, let me know~)

#i need some coffee hmm #i also wanna replay some golden to freshen up for naoto #tashi's the cutest 'v' #out;

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#fwaaaah i'm #tashi you're the sweetest ;~; #//clings to ^o^ #you're the cutest though!!!! #i missed you too!! #out; #secretuum

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#ahaaaa leave it to tashi to make me smile first thing in the morninggg #i'm curled up in a tiny ball just smiling like a sillyyy

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#taaaaashi ;v; //falls on #!!! hello cutie uwu #ovo ~ #secretuum #out;

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A nightmarish, morphing demeanor was not something she had expected. However, the kendoka stood pin straight, shoulders back... expression blank. Silently, she just listened. Kicking... kicking... kicking. The yakuza's way was to extract revenge. Peko herself had no say whether or not she cared to enact such principles... no, she needn't think or have opinions on any matters. She was to follow orders, it was just as simple as that. A sword did not think before striking it's victim. The master that wielded it was the one who crafted the plan, the one who held the motive. Even still, her eyebrows knitted together, unease planted by the girl's eerie words.

Akin to pouring gasoline atop raging flames, a certain amount of ferocity began to stream through her veins, searing, scorching. With each word, each syllable directed at the humiliation and pain of the person she had sworn to protect. There were things she thought, things she felt that were unspeakable. She couldn't possibly care for him the way she did. And yet, she could never really stop herself. The one thing she could do was hide it. Mask it behind an expressionless expression, push away the troubling, torturing thoughts.

                          Don't think...

                         It's time to act.

While personal affairs had nothing to do with her duties and while she knew that allowing something as insignificant as her emotions steer the direction of this conflict... Decidedly, she knew it would be obligatory of her to see to it that this girl could no longer use such words so carelessly. 

Neon lights exposed the underbelly of the polluted skies above, thick, the silent threat of a storm. Not that the weather truly bothered her, so much. It was always in her best interest to observe her surroundings, predict numerous outcomes on account of outside factors. Her fingers curled loosely around the hilt of her blade, a thirst to swing it towards the other girl rising through her.

Peko tilted her chin up only slightly, giving a scoff. While there were signs that she was bothered, she hid it all quite well. Measuring the girl's courage, or rather, foolishness at admitting to committing such acts... there was only solution. As with all things, it required the usage of her blade.

"You're trying awfully hard to get a rise from me. If it so happens that you desire a fight..." Her words slid off her tongue, like ice. She whipped her sword forward, holding it horizontally between them in a readied stance. "Then cease your words."

υттєя ¢нασѕ || @αуαтѕυяι

Master Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu..? Oh, yeah. That kid. That one kid. The little gangster guy. Yeah.

     Now come to think of it.. The gang did in fact come across the shortie earlier that night. But did they.. Tamper him? Tsumiki took her sweet time to try to remember, standing in front of the swordswoman as she tapped her own chin lightly.

"Hmm.."

     All of a sudden, her facial expression changed quite drastically, going from one of uneasiness to one of complete eeriness. The aura around her changed immediately, too. She lifted her head up pretty high, but low enough for you to still be in her sight. Her lips curved into a wicked smile.

"Oh, that’s right! Uhuhu, we did tamper with your precious ‘Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu’..”

"Why, does that bother you? Is there a problem?”

     Mikan began to think to herself again, going on and on to herself in her mind about how she can bring this girl so, so much despair.. This “Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu” was clearly something that she could easily jab at, causing the other to give in to despair. How foolish of her, to just openly show any concern for the boy to none other than a gang!! Tsumiki will tell this woman all kinds of things, all kinds of evil, disturbing, even excruciatingly painful things about her beloved little so-called yakuza. Just thinking about it is making the nurse giggle and snicker to herself.

I’ll please her for sure! Maybe she’ll even reward me! I just have to make this girl fall to despair..!!

"Why, we had him and his gang so good that they were on the floor while we were kicking at them! Kicking and kicking and kicking… Kick.. ing…"

     Tsumiki couldn’t help but giggle in between her words as she neared the end of her sentence, watching for any reactions out of the grey-haired kendoka. Although, deep inside, she could hear the tiny voice in her head shouting at her, mocking her, trying to torture her.

   Gross…

      Repulsive…

         Disgusting…

     She simply pushed the voice further and further back into her mind, trying to not let them get in the way of her current situation. She has this fool right where she wants her, and she can’t just lose sight of that so quickly. Or at all, for that matter. 

#shotsandbandages #(my apologies for the delay!! ;o;)

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Kelly!!! Kelly is on my dash—

KELLY!!!

#omg tashi ;v; #hello!!! #secretuum #out;

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Rare, it was, for her to disobey orders or cause mischief. Though, she was not in the state of mind to organize her thoughts, her motives, her reasons for being so bold as to wander out on her own. A lingering stubbornness alit, she yearned to move like she could before. While in her mind, she hadn't forgotten her techniques, the way she brandished a blade in her hands... she no longer had the strength necessary to complete what she used to consider mere child's play. To be tossed back to the beginning was frustrating. She had worked so hard to attain her skill... all for naught. Her knees knocked and quaked with the frailty of a baby bird-- it made her feel so small, so helpless. And she oftentimes wondered what the point was, for her to continue existing after having lost her purpose.

Lost. Did she truly think that leaving her room would give her the answers she required? Laughable, really. Her eyebrows knitted together, mild expression suggesting deep thought as she listened to him speak. Every syllable was pronounced properly, his intent was very much to the point and illustrated with his words, coupled with his expression. The glare of his red eyes, those that matched her own... they could not be combatted with. She knew it would be useless to fight back. She hadn't much a will to fight anymore. Not in her current state. Her ears felt as though they'd been stuffed with cotton, his words blurring together in her mind. She gave the tip of her chin, a firm nod of understanding. At the very least, she knew that he intended to take her back to her quarters. 

"Forgive me for my carelessness. I... wasn't thinking clearly."

"You... intend to take me back." Her voice was small, but firm and understanding as well. Pressing her feet in her cushioned slippers, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, testing her balance and attempting to fixate her nerves elsewhere. "Very well, then."

A moment passed. The longer she stood still, the more her muscles ached for relief. Admittedly, she was wrong. To venture outside the four walls of her recovery cell was a silly, childish idea. However, the silence was unbearable. She could hear herself think. Exploring the depths of her own mind, her motives, the wrongdoings of her past self. It was dangerous. Her memories and nightmares were even worse. He rightly assumed that she was one of the survivors-- for a brief moment, she wondered if he held a grudge over her. It was unthinkable that their classmates would be as generous as to try and save them, after everything they'd done. The murders committed, the riots started in the streets. To put so much faith and hope in change, in moving forward... It was bold, maybe even foolish.

At the same time, Peko didn't want to take this second chance for granted. Very rarely was she granted generosity-- especially without an expense to herself. In a world that'd shown her very little kindness and light, a chance like this needed to be treasured. Thus, her classmates... those who contributed to these efforts, needed to be treated with the utmost amount of respect. Thus, she waited patiently for his lead without raising objection. 

"May... I ask you for your name?"

▻escorted to safety◅|| kokaifukii

Freshly cleaned combat boots walked the whitened walls of the clean building during this moment of silence, as he was just finished with his written duties and was finally released from the shackles of responsibility. These shackles were loose and he was treated still like a grunt; as such, he could only be given jobs relating to filing, writing, and anything relating to paperwork. It was usually a short job that lasted no more than a few hours on average, leaving him to enjoy reading in the comfort of his own room. It felt as if the days were repeating, despite his claims that two days could never truly be the same. He felt that walking the sanitary whitened walls of the foundation’s base of operations was going function as the same old story; Ishimaru walks down the halls in silence until he bolts it straight into his room to spend the rest of the day in silence, or stay in the comforting arms of Naegi. He held no real standard, nor did he feel being surprised that there was not a living soul to greet him was anything too dramatic. It wasn’t rocket science, as other foundation members had harder work schedules and Ishimaru was often the first to be let off work before the rest; even his previous classmates had more taxing work and more work hours. And so having a woman bump into him when turning the corner at a new corridor was indeed a shock that shook Ishimaru’s core.

The woman bore wine hues that were similar to his with such eyes burning akin with fiery passion, but for what? What was her passion? Even as he stared at her eyes for a brief moment, unfocused on her sheepish behavior, Ishimaru was curious as to the reason the girl’s eyes boiled with such an inner fire. A burning flame that was being masked by something. Ishimaru would ask countless questions as to why her eyes shown fire, along with others, but now his attention was rightfully heeding her gown and behavior.

Behavior that she was walking askew and was looking confused as to where she was.

“If you are not fully recovered, you shouldn’t be out walking yet.” The pessimistic disciplinarian spoke harshly to the girl, adjusting his tie in a formal fashion. “I haven’t seen you before, so that means you are probably a new foundation worker or are one of the survivors we picked up. Either way, I suggest you not be walking about if you are just going to get lost in such a fashion as becoming healthy should be your first concern over reckless conduct.”

Sighing deeply, he grabbed onto the thin sleeve of his black uniform to pull back the fabric to show the time on his wrist watch before allowing the fabric to sink back over it. He had time to take the girl back to the medical wing, and then head back to his room, no problem. It wasn’t a big issue, but it did drive a knife into Ishimaru’s skin of how irresponsible this sort of behavior was and shouldn’t be tolerated—yet he knew this was not the time, nor place to be berating an injured woman, regardless of her condition.

“Follow me, miss. I’m taking you back to the medical wing so you can properly heal instead of prolonging your suffering by being out of your cot and not taking your medicine if our doctor prescribed you.”

#kokaifukii

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