Peko Pekoyama

You require an introduction? Very well, I don't mind. My name is Peko Pekoyama. [Closed roleplaying blog for Peko Pekoyama, dependent on Despair's Academy. Meaning I cannot roleplay with indies, sorry!]

[miindeul]

It sorta kills our whole “name” thing, y’know? Students of Hope and shit just dyin’ down without doing a single thing to prevent this whole situation. I know I’m not a preacher or anything and I’m sure as hell not some kind of political leader for you guys, but we really need to cause some kind of uproar…At least once. There’s only one of him and…a lot of us, right? We could take him down! …I think…If we have weapons ourselves, anyways….

Are you serious?! Maybe that Monobear freak took it! He took something of mine too, y’know…I always have this big safety pin on me. The symbol of punk rock. I had it when we went to the auditorium but when we fainted and regained consciousness it was gone! There’s no reason for that fuckin’ bear to steal it!

Are you fucking kidding me?! He’s probably eavesdropping on us right now, then!! Shit! We’re not gonna be able to hold a meetin’ and plan shit out if he’s just gonna listen to every single little detail on what we say!

[peko-the-protector]

I cannot say that I am very good with crowds myself. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to take a very confident stance, in a leader's position. At the very least, though, I will support the cause of everyone coming together... and to a mutual understanding that no murders should occur. 

...However, to suggest that we fight him may be quite risky. I saw what happened to you... when you challenged his motives. Although I cannot say I would usually doubt my chances fighting against a stuffed toy-- to me, it sounds like there is an organization of some sort behind this. Knocking out an entire auditorium of students and locking down the entire school like this...

To encourage aggressiveness and lose a life in result would be quite reckless... I would not want to see any careless deaths occur out of an attempt to rile everyone. That, of course, and the bear is more than likely watching us this very moment. Perhaps if we could find a location without cameras, we would be safe. Or create a system of some sort in which to communicate. 

[wingedenforcer]

{ Use What You Have | peko-the-protector }

Every morning, Mukuro felt her arms and legs beginning to cramp when she pulled herself out of bed. It was the first sign that she was beginning to lose her flexibility, and she soon figured she might as well do something about it. Though she hated leaving her sister without her protection, Mukuro knew that if she let herself become more and more immobile, when the time came that she needed to do something, she wouldn’t be able to. 

So, she decided that she’d take an hour every morning, soon as she woke up, to train in the dojo nearby. Though her trusted bowie knife was still reportedly missing, that was no reason to stall. She’d simply have to make do without it, perhaps train her muscles in more conventional ways. The dojo was empty when she entered, hearing her footsteps echo in the open room. She set aside her heavier jacket and stood in her plain dress shirt and skirt, underneath a pair of boy shorts, and was prepared to begin when she heard the familiar sound of footsteps.

Instantly, she ducked around the corner in hiding, waiting for the stranger to appear from the doorway. And, when a silver slim of hair was visible through the crack, Mukuro leaped into action and was prepared to deliver a strike to the base of her neck before stopping herself.

The stranger was that—a stranger. Mukuro did not recognize her and certainly had not seen her before arriving at the school. Of course, Mukuro hardly knew anyone here, but that goes without saying. She took a step away from the strange girl with stark red eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Mukuro questioned, never once taking her eyes off the girl to be sure she wasn’t about to try anything.

[peko-the-protector]

There was something about life in Hope's Peak Academy that reached a standstill once that silly bear made his appearance-- dividing the students and giving them reason to distrust one another-- insisting that they murder one another. If not, the headmaster would select a random student to be killed. Although that aspect of his conditions proved to be quite concerning, Peko had convinced herself that should Fuyuhiko be picked, she would stand in his place. Or at the very least, go down trying. She hadn't been able to see him much through the ordeal, having taken to his room more than usual. He had never been the type to go seeking others or making friends, after all. 

Despite the fact that she hated leaving him be in such a situation, she had to trust that none of their classmates would do anything much too risky. Being someone who only said things that needed to be said, the swordswoman had plenty of time to analyze her peers-- most of the athletes striking her as formidable foes. She would weigh their strengths and weaknesses inwardly, determining whether or not she should keep a discreet eye on them. At this point in time, based on such frequent observation of her peers, it seemed that no one was willing to go so far quite yet. 

The dojo, her sanctuary in this school, was her destination. She felt at an incredibly large disadvantage without her shinai. Peko was certainly strong on her own without its' assistance, of course. No one could expect anything less from a girl tailored to be a tool for the purpose of killing her entire life. But she'd also had a sword by her side, through every encounter. At the very least, she needed to ensure that her strength was up to par to endure any opponents that might attempt to strike. 

Instantly alerted to someone else's presence, her scarlet gaze cut around the dojo until they landed on the cold, grayish blue stare of another. Her eyes narrowed just subtly, eyebrows knitting together as she registered the color of the other's bracelet. Despite retaining this tidbit of information, she stood her ground and held the girl's stare, almost as though stubbornly refusing to be the one to look away first. 

"What other reason would I be here for, other than to train?" She insisted, crossing her arms lightly across her chest. "I can assure you that I am not intent on murder." 

[peko-the-protector]

{So I was a total ditz and forgot my email for this blog. Luckily I found it, so I'm here! feel free to kick me or shun me i'm so sorry ;o;}

{I'm gonna get right to my reply for Mukuro! And then I'll write that starter for Togami! Alright?}

[peko-the-protector]

[I was sick on Friday and then the power was out for a big chunk of today, I can't seem to catch a break. ;A; I might be able to get the starters I promised up sometime tomorrow. 

And my break comes to an end on Monday. My school schedule is kind of weird? I probably won't be here at all in the evenings on Mondays, Wednesdays, and possibly Fridays anymore. My classes go till late and I'm assuming I'll get home around 10/later most nights. Blech. ;A;]

[miindeul]

See, I dunno what people are implying when they call me dumb and all…! I’m smart, I’m smart. Heheh. Whenever I watch a horror movie like this or whatever, people always die because of not being able to cooperate and shit like that. If we all go down like that, then isn’t it just sorta pathetic?

Now, since you’re offerin’ protection and all, so will I! I’ve got a killer arm, y’know?

Yeah, let’s do it! I have no idea what the location would be….Is the cafeteria alright? Since there’s food and all there—-Okay, that was a totally lame excuse to use the cafeteria but there’s also a really long table and we’ll be able to sit everyone down there.

Could the meetings be at like, evening or something though? Y’see, I’m not an early riser..

[peko-the-protector]

... Of course. I am not very knowledgable on the subject of horror movies, but it would be quite a shame for students entrusted with hope to go down without a fight. 

The thing that troubles me, though, is the fact that my shinai was stolen. I suppose someone must have taken it when I fell unconscious... Most likely that bear. I've never been without it since I was small, you see. 

I do not particularly mind what time we decide to gather. But we must be mindful of the 'Night Time' rule. It'd be best to avoid breaking any of the rules. The other concerning element is that there are cameras monitoring every room in the academy. Whoever it is controlling the bear will be able to eavesdrop or interfere, I believe. 

[miindeul]

Are you guys just gonna lock yourselves in your dormitory rooms all day and not interact with the rest of us? Hey, are you guys accepting this bullshit?

We’re not even going to have like, a lil’ group discussion or anything of the sort? Seriously, guys?

[peko-the-protector]

......

It seems that by creating teams and an enclosed environment, that bear has made us all suspicious of one another... However, you are correct, Kuwata. If men and women are to survive in such an environment, we all must come together rather than isolating ourselves. My shinai was taken from me-- but if I must, I will offer my protection to anyone who requires it. I am not intent on murder.

It may be a fruitless effort and it's difficult to say whether or not everyone will be cooperative-- but shall we organize a gathering, Kuwata?

[peko-the-protector]

[I'm really awful at writing quick free time things, but if anyone would like a starter/to do a thread regarding the new developments, just let me know~?]

[peko-the-protector]

World's End Fever {solo/open?}

It felt like she was hearing through a thick layer of cotton, struck in a seemingly unbreakable trance throughout the entire assembly. She'd reached for her shinai, fingers inching towards her bare shoulder. She went dangerously still when she only felt the fabric of her uniform under her fingertips. She'd never been without it, never without her sword since she was a toddler. Swimming, traveling, class, sleeping... she'd never left her sword behind. And not only was a stuffed raccoon talking, no, not only that... the things coming out of it's mouth about mutual killing among high school students. How was this supposed to aid a corrupt generation? Brainless killing was not something she was fond of... in fact, peaceful high school days were preferable to this situation. But... Leon's bravery, the fact that a knife had just barely missed his head, snapped her out of her trance. He'd gone up there without a weapon in his hands, hadn't he? 

She would still protect the young master without her sword. Perhaps instead of being his blade, she'd be his shield. Take all of the blows directed at him, protect his body with her own. A tool was but a thing-- she could not afford to disregard her position because her weapon had been taken away from her. She disregarded the fear coursing through her and took a moment to search through the now panicking crowd. She... couldn't see him. And her head felt foggy and heavy with fever. 

Her bracelet turned a sapphire blue, but she didn't care much. If he was on the opposite team, she would still protect him. That was her only purpose in life. The only reason she lived, walked, breathed, was to protect him. She'd been told as much since she was just a little girl, that was the way she was to live her life. Perhaps Saionji was right. She was a side character, one that was going to be killed and forgotten. But... so long as she protected bocchan's life with her own, she would die having fulfilled the purpose that had been drilled into her skull since childhood. Tools could be replaced, after all. Her death would not matter. 

She repeated those words in her head, forced herself to believe them. But up until the end of the assembly, she still could not find him. She was breaking into a cold sweat, her mind swirling. Maybe she hit her head earlier... her vision was blurring a little, even when she stared through the lenses of the glasses that were perched on her nose. Never good with crowded places, Peko weaved her way through the students and out into the hallway. She leaned against the wall outside the auditorium, pressing a hand to her forehead. Burning, hot to the touch. Here she was, crippled by illness, perhaps, unable to find the young master. Useless... useless. 

No one would concern themselves with her, of course. Who would? Perhaps... it was time for her disguise to fall. Disregard the acquaintances she made of Hinata, Kuwata, Mioda, Fujisaki... But then again... no. She would not tell anyone or hurt anyone without permission. And the thought of coming upon any of those four, although on the other team, hurt made her feel... Stop. You're only a tool. A simple tool for killing. 

She pushed off of the wall and began to walk towards his dorm. Perhaps he would be there... Her steps were sluggish, her head splitting. She certainly hoped that she would make it there. 

[drawtheemotional]

DR Log

[peko-the-protector]

➤oh how the mighty fall {solo para | chapter one: end}

Some of the students in the halls buzzed with excitement and gossip as they all rushed off in the direction of the auditorium. Peko felt a sickening pang in the pit of her stomach as she got closer and closer to her destination in the sea of students. There was such a crowd that she could not locate the young master at all... she certainly hoped he was doing as he was told. She wasn't quite sure why... but something seemed awfully strange about that announcement. Call it intuition, perhaps... But with the strange occurrences lately and the sound of the headmaster's voice over the intercom. This wasn't something to be giggling and gossiping about. 

She clenched and unclenched her fists in attempt to soothe her unease, pausing in the area in front of the auditorium. She sent her ruby pair of eyes over the crowd, skimming the faces for her young master. She wanted to discuss this with him... she wanted to make sure he'd be safe, no matter what happened inside.

"Hey four-eyes, why don't you move along now?"

"What the hell's your problem, don't stop in the middle of the hallway!"

It was only when she was shoved roughly and cussed at a few times before she complied with the growing crowd of students and started to amble into the auditorium. She meandered through all of the students already gathered, searching blindly. Alarm bells were going off in her head and a cold sweat began to break out on her forehead. Some people asked her if she was feeling sick as she passed, but she ignored them. These people didn't matter. They didn't matter at all. There was only one person she wanted to have by her side right now, and she couldn't find him. 

And then... a chloroform-like scent engulfed the room. There were a few gasps. Peko immediately held her breath, on instinct. She knew this scent rather well... having been taken captive a few times when she was young. She only had time to watch the other students around her dropping like flies before she herself collapsed to the ground along with them. No time to even grab the shinai on her back...

Useless... Should've investigated more, should've known...

You are to be your young master's sword, his possession. You are bound to take the lives he wishes to be taken, to be his shield. Before you are a human being, you are a tool. That is the sole purpose of your existence--

The words she'd heard repeated over and over again since birth droned through her head like a mantra. Not a person. A tool... a tool... a tool is a thing, a thing that cannot afford to experience fear. Swallow your fear, focus. 

Darkness. Peko couldn't stop the light whimper that escaped her lips, her hand reaching up to her throbbing forehead. So dark... that she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. Her glasses weren't there... she patted the ground around her and found them quickly. But even with the lenses over her eyes, she still couldn't see. She couldn't see anything. She refused to speak or make her presence known, lying where she was, unmoving. She felt heavy with defeat and exhaustion, her head throbbing and her eyes threatening to close once again. 

So with what strength she had left, she listened. Listened for one voice that she knew so well. 

Bocchan...

[komaedas]

論破まとめ

[danceofdespair-deactivated20140]

Huh? Yeah, yeah, okay, Big Sis. You don’t need to give a huge explanation or anything.

But why would I be scared? I have you, Big Sis! And plus I doubt anyone would kill me, anyway. I’m too cute and little! And yeah, I can help. Why wouldn’t I? I’m the main character, after all. It’s up to me to catch the villain!

[peko-the-protector]

...Main character? I'm not quite sure if I follow. 

R...regardless. If you're willing to provide your assistance, I will take responsibility for your safety. But please, stay close and be careful. There's no telling what we might find.

[peko-the-protector]

omegin replied to your post:omegin replied to your post:omegin replied to...

{{ imagine hinata and peko singing let it go at the tops of their lungs and how stupid they’d look god bless }}

Let it goooo

Let it gooooo

[peko-the-protector]

Conceal Don't Feel {peko&chihiro}

[programmingstrength-deactivated]

Chihiro tossed and turned, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t sleep. The previous night he had heard gunshots and a scream, and he worried that it might happen again. Only this time, it would be him. The thought made him hide deeper under his covers, as if they would protect him from any intruders.

He jumped when his roommate, Peko Pekoyama, spoke to him. And here he thought she had been asleep. Crawling out from under the covers, he looked over at her, vaguely making out her shape in the darkness.

"Huh?" he squeaked. "Are you awake too, Pekoyama-san?" He blinked, though it did nothing to help further define her features. He spoke hesitantly into the darkness, "Are you afraid too?" He had a feeling she wasn’t, since Peko seemed very brave and strong (two traits which he admired greatly). But who knows, maybe she was and was just hiding it. Nighttime had a tendency to invoke fear in people, after all.

[peko-the-protector]

Peko blinked incredulously when she was asked if she was scared. The automatic reply that almost reached her lips was that a tool such as herself need not be scared of the rumors or the gunshot that'd echoed through the building. But she had to tell her tired mind that she had to keep up her image of normality. And... perhaps she was a little fearful. In the girls dorm, there was no way for her to actively check on Kuzuryuu without risking getting caught or blowing their cover. But still... she'd do what she must. 

"No, I am fine. I was just having some trouble getting to sleep." She admitted, sitting up and reaching for her glasses that were perched on the bedside table. She slid them on, Chihiro's fearful expression becoming more evident as she looked through the lenses. Her red gaze softened now that she didn't have to squint to see. "I heard you turning, though. With the rumors and... with what happened yesterday, I can understand why one might be frightened."

She folded her hands in her lap. "Though, I'd like to assure you here and now that I will not let anything happen to you. The door is locked... And if worse comes to worse, I can..." She nodded to the sword that was propped up on the wall next to her bed before looking to the smaller girl once again. "So please, try to rest at ease."

[soulfulsongbuki]

matryoshka [OPEN STARTER]

[soulfulsongbuki]

Ibuki paused and stopped, looking back at Peko with a considering look. After a moment she looked back in front of her and began walking again, this time slower.

"Well…," she started, quieter than her usual tone. "Of course Ibuki had a hard time to break away, yeah. They were Ibuki’s friends and she had so many great times together with them. They did a lot for her and she could never, ever thank them enough…!"

Sighing a bit, she continued. “But… Ibuki realized that if she was ever going to advance and become the best Ibuki she could be, she had to do her own thing and not let anyone stop her! Being in a group is great, but if that group holds you back from anything, well… It’s time to leave!”

She scuffed her shoe against the tile, looking down steadily at it. “… Ibuki does miss them sometimes, though.”

[peko-the-protector]

Peko listened thoughtfully as the usually energetic musician speak, noting the slight calmness in her demeanor as she recalled her friends, her pink eyes glazing over as she thought long and hard about the subject. She watched her intently, feeling... almost a pang of envy. She was never surrounded by people like that.

She herself was not in any place to miss the company of someone else. And so, it was impossible to understand or even pretend to understand what the girl was feeling. Unable to feel empathy... perhaps that's why she couldn't interact well with others socially. She was nothing but a tool beneath her convincing schoolgirl's disguise, after all.

The swordswoman closed her eyes, lips pressing into a thin line. "I see..." She said, even though she didn't really. But still... there was one thing she understood. So she looked up afterwards, features softening and becoming just a little warmer. "Despite all of that... I find it rather admirable that you could do such a thing." Humans had a free will, to do whatever they wished. But very few had the courage to break free from the things that restricted them, Peko tended to notice. Ibuki, although sometimes a little goofy and overwhelming... really was something. 

[peko-the-protector]

omegin replied to your post:omegin replied to your post:Conceal Don’t Feel...

{{ LET IT GOOOOOOO LET IT GOOOOOOOOOOOOO TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE DOOR }}

I don't care what they're going to say~ Let the storm rage oooooon.

The cold never bothered me anyway.

[peko-the-protector]

omegin replied to your post:Conceal Don't Feel {peko&chihiro}

{{ LET IT GOOOOOO LET IT GOOOOOOOOOO }}

[;D

Can't hold it back anymooooooore~]