A. Barracks -- Locked to Kuzuryuu [Her she is. It Peko, standing outside her room and rubbing her head. The bandages are shoved into one of her skirt pockets, leaving the scar exposed. She doesn't look alarmed, exactly -- just puzzled, intense red eyes darting from door to door, trying to make sense of her situation. This isn't the island. This isn't remotely tropical.
It's hard to tell from her face, but her breathing is starting to pick up with a faint panic. The last thing she can remember is taking her sword to a certain person. What happened after that??
B. Mess Hall [Watch... your step. A young woman sporting a dark blue cloth bag, about the size and length of a sword, but clearly empty, is busily sorting through the various rations available, trying to organize them or at least make an inventory. Some things she's started to pile to the side in an attempt to make them easier to find -- canned beans, dried rice -- and eventually stands back with her hands on her hips to murmur a quiet,] I see...
C. Choose your own! [Peko is exploring everything and taking mental notes on it all, and how much of a potential threat it poses. Feel free to approach! Don't... sneak up on her, though...]
Peko Pekoyama | choose your own adventure!
[Her she is. It Peko, standing outside her room and rubbing her head. The bandages are shoved into one of her skirt pockets, leaving the scar exposed. She doesn't look alarmed, exactly -- just puzzled, intense red eyes darting from door to door, trying to make sense of her situation. This isn't the island. This isn't remotely tropical.
It's hard to tell from her face, but her breathing is starting to pick up with a faint panic. The last thing she can remember is taking her sword to a certain person. What happened after that??
B. Mess Hall
[Watch... your step. A young woman sporting a dark blue cloth bag, about the size and length of a sword, but clearly empty, is busily sorting through the various rations available, trying to organize them or at least make an inventory. Some things she's started to pile to the side in an attempt to make them easier to find -- canned beans, dried rice -- and eventually stands back with her hands on her hips to murmur a quiet,] I see...
C. Choose your own!
[Peko is exploring everything and taking mental notes on it all, and how much of a potential threat it poses. Feel free to approach! Don't... sneak up on her, though...]