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Mukuro Ikusaba | Dangan Ronpa [MAJOR SPOILERS, HOLY SHIT THIS GIRL IS BASICALLY A WALKING SPOILER]

[shslpawn]

[If there was ever a girl who looked like she might be questioning most of her life choices while walking around Johto, it's Mukuro. She doesn't look lost really, or even particularly confused as to how she got here and why a Pawniard is trotting along beside her.

More than anything she looks...aimless, taking in the new sights with no change in her expressionless face. In her hands she grips a thick blonde wig, rolling the hair and netting between her fingers in a way that almost seems anxious.



And thus the parade of children from murderschool is nearly complete.]

[struck_out]

[Leon's working a shift at the Pokemart; if Kirigiri is right and if he wants to stay, then he's really going to have to get into this Pokemon biz. But in order to travel and be the very best, he's going to need cash.

It so happens that today, he's been tasked to give out pamphlets to the crowd. He's not the most enthusiastic employee, but when it comes to girl customers? Well, he's smooth enough to convince them to buy a Potion at least. It's right as he's waving off a giggling girl that he happens to spot someone. At first the face isn't recognizable without the pink hair, but as she gets closer he can't help but feel that he's seen her before, somewhere.

Oh well. Semantics.]

Hey, what's a cutie like you doing wondering around with that look on your face? Need some help?

[Leon used FLIRT!]

[shslpawn]

[...And suddenly it's orientation all over again. If she weren't still trying to come to terms with the fact she'd just been murdered and dropped into a whole new world full of harmless (so far) monsters this would almost be funny.

But if she's being honest with herself, Kuwata being here is a shock. Last she'd seen him he'd been in the gymnasium with the rest of her classmates while she stepped on Monobear's face and then-

And now that line of thinking is stopping right there.]

A map would be appreciated.

[It's not very effective...]

[struck_out]

You must really be new around here!

[Kuwata reaches for his Pokegear and flips it open.]

You got one of these when you first got here, right? Well these babies come with a map function. Just press this button here and...

[Out pops the map.]

See? Pretty simple right?

[freshprints]

[And then suddenly there commenced the BATTLE OF THE PEOPLE WITH EXPRESSIONLESS FACES because here is a Kirigiri, flanked by a Houndour and with interest abruptly piqued not so much by the girl, but by the wig in her hands.

It's only after she gets a little closer that it occurs to her, the fact that she does know that face — albeit only from pictures she'd come across while ransacking her fa— the headmaster's office.

That— that shouldn't be.

But it is, isn't it?

(If she can get a look at the hand, she'll be sure. Unless of course there's makeup involved.)

And maybe there's a risk involved, but she's never hesitated to commit herself to risks before, not when the pursuit of truth was on the line. So she motions to her Houndour and walks over confidently, positioning herself to intercept the girl's path, forcing her to notice and acknowledge her presence.]

Mukuro Ikusaba.

[Let's see how she reacts.]

[shslpawn]

[EXPRESSIONLESS GIRL BATTLE, place your bets.

Mukuro's hackles go up when she notices someone approaching her out of the corner of her eye. Her mind goes into full throttle defensive mode when her name leaves her classmate's lips. Her expression barely changes, her eyebrows raising slightly in surprise, while her mind races with escape plans and more exclamations of the word 'shit' than she's used in the past year.]

Kyouko Kirigiri.

[There's no point in denying her identity. Maybe if she'd kept the wig on....but no. Kirigiri, somehow, knows her name and she has to deal with it.]

[freshprints]

[So it is Mukuro Ikusaba. And that means all of a sudden it's forefront in Kirigiri's thoughts, the fact that this is a person who could undoubtedly kill her on a moment's notice, with barely a second thought. That's the sort of ability that earns someone the SHSL designation she holds; that's the training signified by the mark on her hand.

What Kirigiri has going for her, then, is the fact that in Johto no one dies, and that Ikusaba probably doesn't know that yet. Not that she's particularly eager to test it out herself — she'll have to be cautious.

Surreptitiously, one hand comes down to rest atop her Houndour's head, as if reminding herself of the security of having her Pokemon there at her side.]

You brought your wig with you.

[And she's aware of why you even have it in the first place, oh yes.]

Was it too uncomfortable to wear around here?

[shslasshat]

[Togami observes her from the safety of the patio of a cafe, peering at her over the top of his white-framed glasses. His Sableye is sitting on the table sniffing at a bowl of poke-kibble.

When he's satisfied with the identity of the misplaced-looking girl, he folds his gossip magazine primo literature up and stands up.]

Come, Minicider.

[The Sableye is happy to follow, shoveling the entire bowl's worth of kibble into her pointy, gaping maw so that her cheeks puff out comically as she toddles along in the tall blond's shadow.

He puts on his most charming smile as he approaches, his posture oozing confidence and grace, as if he neither knows nor recognizes her. Of course, that impression will change as soon as he opens his mouth, and out comes the language that he knows they share.]

Salut, Ikusaba. Ca va?

[shslpawn]

[Mukuro eyes him coolly as he approaches. Pawniard looks up at her quizzically, his gaze going from her to Togami. She remains calm and nonreactive, even after he opens his smug mouth.]

Bonjour, Togami. Ceci est inattendu.

[There's little point in playing dumb.]

[shslasshat]

[Minicider ambles forward and greets her fellow dark-type with a curious sniff and a wave of her clawed paw (hand?).

Togami continues speaking in French, despite the conscious effort that it requires to speak in a language other than "common".]

Indeed it is. I see you're not bothering with the disguise any longer.

[ardent]

[Ishimaru almost doesn't notice her; honestly, he takes notice of the Pokémon before he does the girl leading it. It's...unusual, to see walking Cuisinarts wandering around like that, and it's not a species he's familiar with besides. So he just kind of tips his head a bit at it, and then the thought that obviously it must be trained clicks into place rather easily, and then his gaze is taken by the wig and the girl carrying it and the overwhelming sense of "...Oh."

Oh.

He remembers her face, though he doesn't really remember seeing it in person; he knows he must have, he just associates it with Enoshima, but there's enough cognitive dissonance there for it to not register at all. This is a stranger, someone he'd seen in a photograph once and momentarily mistook for Celestia Ludenberg until he'd realized that no, no, Celes was right there; someone he doesn't recognize but brings a feeling that he can't shake, an awkward sense that he should.

More than anything, she causes something highly unpleasant to flare up, emotions-wise; he can't really place it, but he's not exactly at a point where he really cares - he's a bit too busy trying to figure out how he should react. Should he ignore her? The "correct" thing to do would be ignore her or treat her like a totally random civilian, right? He shouldn't know who she is at all, not if she's taken from anywhere around the time of the killing game; just the same, doing that doesn't strike him right.

What Mukuro Ikusaba has done is unforgivable; just the same, Naegi had said that she was one of their own. As little as he agrees with that, he can't quite dismiss Naegi's words, either, especially since he'd been so determined about it...

...All right, look, there's no sense in pretending, he's too blunt for that anyway and he can't lie to save his life.]

Ah...Mukuro Ikusaba, isn't it?

[Let's see where this goes.]

[shslpawn]

[Oh indeed.

After her previous encounters with her classmates, Mukuro isn't surprised to hear her name once again, spoken by a voice she can remember echoing through the halls of Hope Academy to call out rule breakers. She turns to look at him, stopping in her tracks and Pawniard walking right into the back of her leg.]

...Yes, that's me.