always by your side.

ゲームオーバー! ❝Please remember…that a tool named Pekoyama Peko had stood by your side… That is all I wish for.❞ Independent Peko Pekoyama RP blog; multiverse. There will be spoilers. Tracking: #susceptors.

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outofrange; I'm sorry for my absence! I've been working on other blogs and stuff happened and //rolls// I have to work on this blog, ahh! }

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outofrange; I'm sorry! Usually when I make a blog, I have everything done, make some icons, and then I follow people??? So this is why I'm quite inactive right now, since I'm working on pages on such short notice. Thank you for the follows, though! }

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"H-hello…" Chihiro could feel her probing gaze and felt a little uncomfortable by it, seeming to shrink under it. It wasn’t often he met people with such an intimidating aura; then again, it wasn’t often that he met people at all. “U-uhm, my name is Chihiro Fujisaki… It’s nice to meet you."

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She already knew who the programmer was, due to her (well, she was referred to as a her...) currently sought attention. Apparently she was working on a mascot for the academy, along with twin sisters Enoshima Junko and Ikusaba Mukuro... Which made the three of them very well known. "Nice to meet you, Fujisaki-san." A pause. Small talk was unimportant, yet she should make up for having scared the girl. "I am... Pekoyama Peko."

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targets spotted: seven.                                                                        ↦ ???                                                                        ↦ Ikusaba Mukuro.                                                                        ↦ Kuwata Leon.                                                                        ↦ Naegi Makoto.                                                                        ↦ Enoshima Junko.                                                                        ↦ Fujisaki Chihiro.                                                                        ↦ Ikusaba Mukuro.

It's not like such a crowd could intimidate the hitwoman. She had seen larger ones, more dangerous ones-- out of all these, she merely knew the fellow upperclassmen from Hope's Peak Class No. 78; her red eyes examine them, analyzing and memorizing their every detail. Risks could be taken only in appropriate times, after all. "... Greetings."