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[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~~.]

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[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!]

[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.]

_{[You know, it is SUPREMELY weird being barefoot.]

[Woody has literally never been barefoot before.]

[His boots aren't supposed to come OFF.]

[To anyone around, there's a lanky fellow in cow-spotted chaps, old faded jeans, and a yellow flannel shirt, standing there with his hands on his hips and glaring at what's in front of him: a very happy Ekans, coiled in a tight little curl.]

[There is a boot sitting on its head.]}

Oh, ha. Hah. Hah.

_{[He'd tell it to hand it over, but it doesn't have hands. >8(]}

[Now that she's calmed down (read: no longer having a partial melt down because Mom was nice to her) Fukawa is taking a moment out of her so far monotonous day to search for Byakuya-sama. All the while trying to lose her shadow, a Sneasal with especially sharp talons that is giving passersbys very disapproving looks for whispering.

She's trying not to think too hard about how she doesn't know what's going on, that part is almost normal at this point. The explanation however doesn't make even the smallest bit of sense. At least be more creative in your obvious storytelling.

As she walks people part to let her pass, her aura of loom reason enough to get out of the way if you weren't already downwind of her. If yiu were well the sour smell of BO would do it too.]

[...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...]

[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.]

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?

[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?

[It's a good day for Dangans, ain't it? Leon's just off for his lunch break and is checking out a hotdog stall. Should he get the coney dog? Or just a regular hot dog instead?

Important decisions that require much thought. He doesn't even notice Fukawa walking down the street.]

[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?

[oh jesus]

[And then Minicider goes up and sniffs the Sneasel's tail before pulling a slobber-drenched treat from her mouth and offering it as a gesture of friendship.

Following the path of the Sableye would lead Fukawa's gaze to a facepalming Byakuya-sama.]

[Well, good to know that he's not the only boy from the south here. Engie tips his hardhat off at the cowboy.]

Howdy sir. Havin' some trouble with that snake over there?

[Did somebody order a small child?

Who you're...actually taller that. Well this is a reversal.]

...Is it yours, or do you need help?

_{[You know, it would be weird being spoken to by a fully-grown HUMAN, but-- ... well, to be honest, Engie almost looks like an action figure. That makes it slightly less weird.]

[... Slightly.]

[All the same, Woody is clearly not a happy camper as he turns to the engineer.]}

Trouble?

NOPE. No trouble here, just a giant purple snake that apparently likes boots.

MY boots.

_{[>8( STUPID SNAKE, YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE FEET.]}

_{[HELLO SMALL CHILD. Wow. He's not used to kids actually being SMALLER than him. Which is why, at first, he looks UP at the sound of Shaun's voice. It's not until a few baffled seconds have passed that it occurs to him to actually look down.]

[And when he does, he sort of jumps away a little bit. Because YIKES YOU CAME OUT OF NOWHERE.]}

--Uhhh... WELL...

The BOOT is mine...

[Engie takes a look at the Ekans and chuckles. It looks pretty cute curled up like that with the boot on its head.]

It sure does, the lil' rascal.

[Engie bends down and carefully approaches the snake; don't want to get bitten after all.]

C'mon, hand it over. It don't belong to you now, does it? Ain't right to hold on to something that ain't yours.

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[He is made of stealth.

...Not really, but he just assumes you were distracted.]

I guessed that. I meant is that your pokemon?

[And then something clicks and his eyes widen a little.]

Wait, are you Sheriff Woody?

_{[Ever seen a snake do puppy eyes?]

[Because this snake sure is doing it right now.]

[It even manages the quivering lip. Don't ask how, since traditionally snakes don't even have lips.]

[Behind Engie, the lanky cowboy makes a frustrated noise and throws his hands up in the air.]}

Well, great. NOW what are we supposed to do.

_{[HE CAN'T ARGUE WITH THOSE EYES, DANGIT.]}

_{[Pokemon? That's what that is? One of the things from those games that Andy spent about two years obsessed with and then fell back into science fiction?]

[He'd be a little more indignant about that, but he's distracted by the fact that the kid knows his name. Demeanor changing instantly, he turns to face Shaun, straightening his hat.]}

Why, yes. As a matter of fact, I am!

Well I'll be. He's more puppy than a snake, I reckon!

[Ekans used PUPPY DOG EYES.

It's SUPER EFFECTIVE.

Aka Engie's in agreement with Woody; they're going to need to find another plan.]

Maybe we could find'im an old boot. Not outta the trash if he's gonna be wearin' it, but there's gotta be a place where we can find some clothes for cheap here.

Or maybe it just wants a hat.

[And good lord, does Engie know a lot about hats. TF2 is practically a hat economy.]

[If Shaun were more inclined to dramatic displays, he would swoon.

As it stands, an expression of elation lights up his 11-year-old face in the biggest smile he can give.]

Wow! You're really him! That's the coolest thing!

_{[They have that in common-- Woody wouldn't go anywhere without his trusty cowboy hat. All things considered, he should probably be grateful that the Ekans wanted the boot and not the hat. Even if going hatless through the wilderness is more practical than bootless...]}

That'd be fine if there were any boots around. This town's more barren than a mom-cleaned room and the doors are all locked.

_{[Okay, he can't help it. His chest swells with pride-- this kid's surprisingly young to know about Woody's Roundup, considering that thing aired in the fifties, but hey, who is Woody to complain? Maybe he was like Andy and had some of the toys passed down through the family.]}

In all my rootin', tootin' glory.

_{[He bends down a little, arm on knee, to face Shaun better.]}

How about you? What's your name, partner?

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

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Sheriff Woody | Toy Story

Touko Fukawa | Dangan Ronpa, potential spoilers?

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do you mind getting 4th walled, or shall I refrain?

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FOURTHWALLING IS FINE, Woody will assume he saw the TV show and not think much of it.

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