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She took the clothes, carefully folding them up and hanging them over her arm. “It will, thank you.”

She paused to listen to him, accessing the situation and what she should say to reassure him. “I’m not bothered, if you were wondering. I’m glad you’ve reunited with your Peko, I know I am not yours.” She missed her Fuyuhiko, but to say that might make it worse. She kept it to herself. “If you can no longer help me, that’s alright too.”

“Fuyuhiko?” Peko was standing outside of the door, knocking gently. She considered just going in, it couldn’t be extremely difficult, but she didn’t want to breach any privacy. “I need your assistance.” — ask-the-executed-swordswoman

“Of course, Pekoyama. What can I help you with?”

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“This is a odd request but- do you have any of my clothes?” The ones she was wearing now had holes. A lot of them. She’d had the stab wounds wrapped so they weren’t obvious but the clothes were certainly not appropriate.

“I’d go into a store, but-“ She didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.

“Fuyuhiko?” Peko was standing outside of the door, knocking gently. She considered just going in, it couldn’t be extremely difficult, but she didn’t want to breach any privacy. “I need your assistance.” — ask-the-executed-swordswoman

“Of course, Pekoyama. What can I help you with?”

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“Of course. And worse. I was naturally inclined towards the sword, but becoming the ultimate swordswoman wasn’t from talent alone. I’ve had worse.” She said thats simply, and to her it was. To be the best she went through training, and they didn’t treat her gently because of her age.

“I’d tell you to be careful, but I’m sure you already know.”

“Ouch”

Kazuichi makes their presence known, by giving a small yelp, and the sound of something metal hitting the ground. They seemed to have been working on a bicycle.

Their nose was bleeding, and it had a bump in the middle . Kazuichi wiped the blood with their sleeve and covered it, seeming the bleeding wouldn't stop

"Gh- ew." They spoke, and grabbed a rag to cover their nose with.

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“You’ll need to wrap it in a towel or something like that. It will hurt otherwise.” She learned that the very hard way. She didn’t register the pain until it started sticking to her skin.

Peko glanced around for a second, grabbing a rag that seemed mostly clean and handing it over. It would do. “It should keep any swelling down. You may need to go to a doctor just in case, but otherwise, a broken nose isn’t so terrible.”

“Ouch”

Kazuichi makes their presence known, by giving a small yelp, and the sound of something metal hitting the ground. They seemed to have been working on a bicycle.

Their nose was bleeding, and it had a bump in the middle . Kazuichi wiped the blood with their sleeve and covered it, seeming the bleeding wouldn't stop

"Gh- ew." They spoke, and grabbed a rag to cover their nose with.

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Peko paced back and forth, like a caged animal. Something was wrong. Something was wrong and she couldn’t tell what. It was right there, at the edge of her mind, at the tip of her tongue- but she just couldn’t remember.  Frustrated tears welled in her eyes, and she almost wanted to scream. She’d held back her emotions for so long and now, seeing old friends and trying to figure out how she was here- everything was threatening to break apart. 

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“I don’t think you will need a doctor, but we’ll have to see. Could you tell me where your freezer is?” She wasn’t going to put his nose back herself, it’s worked for her but its still risky.

“Ouch”

Kazuichi makes their presence known, by giving a small yelp, and the sound of something metal hitting the ground. They seemed to have been working on a bicycle.

Their nose was bleeding, and it had a bump in the middle . Kazuichi wiped the blood with their sleeve and covered it, seeming the bleeding wouldn't stop

"Gh- ew." They spoke, and grabbed a rag to cover their nose with.

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“If you don’t mind.” Some were in awkward locations she wasn’t sure she could wrap properly now, and she didn’t want to get sloppy, even if there was no risk of injection. 

“Could you get my left arm? I’m ambidextrous, but-” She waved her right hand a bit. There was a hole right in her palm from a sword, and it was effecting how well she could use her hand. 

A young woman adjusts her cracked glasses, slight confusion still lingering in her face. She’d appear rather ordinary, if not for the numerous, still bleeding stab wounds scattered across her body and the slight, cloudy look of her eyes. 

“Greetings. I am Peko Pekoyama, and some of you may know me. It has come to my attention that the killing game most of my classmates were in was a simulation, and for my world, it was real. I don’t know how I am here, but I plan on finding out. And during my time-” Peko hesitates here, glancing aside for a moment. “During my time, trying to see my classmates again.” 

“So, may I have a promo?” 

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She had managed to bandage herself up and get different clothes(another word for, sneak into Fuyuhiko’s house and take them because she was too nervous to ask) so it didn’t look like she’d been stabbed. She didn’t want her friends freaking out.

She tilted her head, studying the bruise and the two bumps carefully. She’d broken her nose before, and this was starting to look the same. “It may be broken. If not, badly bruised. You need a cold compress. Ice will do.” She wasn’t a doctor, but she’d patched herself up plenty of times as a child and a teen. 

“Ouch”

Kazuichi makes their presence known, by giving a small yelp, and the sound of something metal hitting the ground. They seemed to have been working on a bicycle.

Their nose was bleeding, and it had a bump in the middle . Kazuichi wiped the blood with their sleeve and covered it, seeming the bleeding wouldn't stop

"Gh- ew." They spoke, and grabbed a rag to cover their nose with.

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“Actually, some bandages may be helpful.” She wasn’t bleeding a extreme amount, but what was coming just wouldn’t stop. It was getting annoying, and a tad messy. She didn’t like being helped most of the time, but she’d make a exception here. 

A young woman adjusts her cracked glasses, slight confusion still lingering in her face. She’d appear rather ordinary, if not for the numerous, still bleeding stab wounds scattered across her body and the slight, cloudy look of her eyes. 

“Greetings. I am Peko Pekoyama, and some of you may know me. It has come to my attention that the killing game most of my classmates were in was a simulation, and for my world, it was real. I don’t know how I am here, but I plan on finding out. And during my time-” Peko hesitates here, glancing aside for a moment. “During my time, trying to see my classmates again.” 

“So, may I have a promo?” 

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Peko had been attempting to find the rest of her classmates, and so far, had only been so successful. Until she heard someone, of course. Once she heard the sound of pain, at which she rushed right over. 

“Kazuichi- oh, you’re bleeding.” She didn’t properly greet him, but that was alright. “Do you need assistance?” 

“Ouch”

Kazuichi makes their presence known, by giving a small yelp, and the sound of something metal hitting the ground. They seemed to have been working on a bicycle.

Their nose was bleeding, and it had a bump in the middle . Kazuichi wiped the blood with their sleeve and covered it, seeming the bleeding wouldn't stop

"Gh- ew." They spoke, and grabbed a rag to cover their nose with.

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"hmm Peko?" Alter looked at the other curiously. The engineer wasn't sure what exactly what he was seeing but something just seem off. He almost wanted to think it was his mind playing tricks.

“Yes, that is me. Is there something wrong?” By now she was considering asking Fuyuhiko to find her a different outfit, most wounds were on her torso. For the few on her arms and legs- bandages would work just fine. 

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Ahah, umm, just walking by to say hello, I am just another student here, Kuruo Matsumoto. I wish you all the best here! - ask-the-ultimate-psychoanalyst

“It’s nice to meet you, Kuruo Matsumoto. Thank you for your kind welcome.” Peko isn’t smiling, but she seems slightly cheered up by the fact he isn’t reacting extremely badly to the. . .state she’s in. She really needed to find a way to fix that.

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Magic Anon List! Anon sets duration!

Tsundere: Muse will be a tsundere for ______. If they're already a tsundere, then no tsundere.

Neko Paradise: Muse becomes a catgirl/neko for ______. If they're already a neko, then they become a human.

Cosplay: Muse dresses exactly like a specified character for ______.

Sing: Muse can only sing, no matter what for ______.

No Voice: Muse loses their voice for ______.

WHAT?!: Muse is unable to hear for ______.

Marriage: Muse will be married to a specified muse for ______. (Other mun must agree.)

Love Potion: Muse is in love with a specified muse for ______.

Psychic:Muse has the ability to predict the future for ______.

Hyperactive: Muse becomes hyper and is never tired for ______. Take it even further if they're already hyper.

Mermaid: Muse becomes a mermaid for ______. If they're already a mermaid, then they become human.

I'm watching you!~: Muse becomes a stalker for ______.

Invisibility: Muse becomes invisible for ______.

Meido: Muse will become another muse's maid for ______. (Other mun must agree)

Friendship: Muse wants to be friends with anyone, no matter who they are, for ______.

Fairy: Muse becomes a fairy for ______.

Witch: Muse becomes a witch for ______.

#SELFIE: Muse is addicted to selfies for ______.

Body Swap: Muse swaps bodies with another muse for ______. (Other mun must agree)

Dark Side: Muse becomes evil for ______. If they're already evil, then it's the opposite.

Frozen: Muse has ice powers that they can't control for ______.

Scorched: Muse has fire powers that they can't control for ______.

Amnesia: Muse doesn't remember anything for ______.

Immortal: Muse becomes immortal for ______.

Pregnant: Muse is [specify month] pregnant.

Laughing Gas: Muse laughs at literally everything others say and cannot stop laughing for _______.

Comedian: Terrible or not, muse keeps coming up with puns every second for _______.

Ghost Chili: For _______, muse feels like their mouth is on fire.

Sleeping Beauty: Muse will be in deep slumber for _______.

Animal Noises: Muse can only make animal noises [specify animal] for _______.

Freaky Eaters: Muse will be addicted to eating [specify food or... anything...?] for _______.

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She smiled thinking about it, covering her mouth with her hand. “Forgive me for smiling, she would most likely react badly. That would not be funny.” The idea of a zombie Gundham coming back for his hamsters kind of was, though.

A young woman adjusts her cracked glasses, slight confusion still lingering in her face. She’d appear rather ordinary, if not for the numerous, still bleeding stab wounds scattered across her body and the slight, cloudy look of her eyes. 

“Greetings. I am Peko Pekoyama, and some of you may know me. It has come to my attention that the killing game most of my classmates were in was a simulation, and for my world, it was real. I don’t know how I am here, but I plan on finding out. And during my time-” Peko hesitates here, glancing aside for a moment. “During my time, trying to see my classmates again.” 

“So, may I have a promo?” 

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“You. . .?” Peko paused, staring for a moment. She didn’t know he had been executed. She was dead before that happened. “I don’t think so. I don’t know how you died, but you would look like me, I’m sure. I’m certain, you’re alive. And if you’re not- you’d be back anyway.”

A young woman adjusts her cracked glasses, slight confusion still lingering in her face. She’d appear rather ordinary, if not for the numerous, still bleeding stab wounds scattered across her body and the slight, cloudy look of her eyes. 

“Greetings. I am Peko Pekoyama, and some of you may know me. It has come to my attention that the killing game most of my classmates were in was a simulation, and for my world, it was real. I don’t know how I am here, but I plan on finding out. And during my time-” Peko hesitates here, glancing aside for a moment. “During my time, trying to see my classmates again.” 

“So, may I have a promo?” 

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“I— fuck, I don’t need a nurse! Please, think about it. I’ve counted ten entry and exit points from the blades, and thats not counting the ones that didn’t go all the way through. I would already be dead.” Technically, she was already dead. She was supposed to be.

“Ignore them. Just focus on my face if you need to.” His appearance was different than what she remembered. He seemed different. Perhaps it was just a different world?

A young woman adjusts her cracked glasses, slight confusion still lingering in her face. She’d appear rather ordinary, if not for the numerous, still bleeding stab wounds scattered across her body and the slight, cloudy look of her eyes. 

“Greetings. I am Peko Pekoyama, and some of you may know me. It has come to my attention that the killing game most of my classmates were in was a simulation, and for my world, it was real. I don’t know how I am here, but I plan on finding out. And during my time-” Peko hesitates here, glancing aside for a moment. “During my time, trying to see my classmates again.” 

“So, may I have a promo?” 

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“Yes, I’m aware of- this. It’s actually becoming quite a problem.” She crossed her arms tightly, as if trying to hide the ones she could. “I don’t know how this works, but they don’t effect me. They’re simply- there. Bothersome, but not painful.”

A young woman adjusts her cracked glasses, slight confusion still lingering in her face. She’d appear rather ordinary, if not for the numerous, still bleeding stab wounds scattered across her body and the slight, cloudy look of her eyes. 

“Greetings. I am Peko Pekoyama, and some of you may know me. It has come to my attention that the killing game most of my classmates were in was a simulation, and for my world, it was real. I don’t know how I am here, but I plan on finding out. And during my time-” Peko hesitates here, glancing aside for a moment. “During my time, trying to see my classmates again.” 

“So, may I have a promo?” 

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