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[There's a p. cute girl waving a peace sign happily at the camera. Love and peace, is what she seems to be espousing. At the very least, she's offering.]

My name's Junko Enoshima. Pleased to meet you!

[Mukuro's smile never wavers as she introduces herself to the network, though she does drop her peace sign in favour of addressing the camera properly.]

So like, I'm totally new here. I know nothing about this school. Zilch. Nada. And I hate being lost 'cause as much as my old school was totally weird, this school is weird in a different way.

[Tactfully not talking about the school life of mutual killing, nope.]

I don't wanna be lost or whatever. It's just too troublesome. Got any tips for a girl like me? Like anything! Stuff that's totally good to go are "This room has a hidden room inside it!" or "Avoid person xx because they're a liar aside from being the janitor." You get the idea.

[That comes out in one rapid fire speech and Mukuro takes a moment to catch her breath.]

Or you can tell me nothing. But that would make me sad. Then I can go after you for harassment. You wouldn't want that, would you?

[So with one last pout, she closes the feed.]

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[Of course, Ishimaru would be there early. She got there just as the five minute deadline passed and she hoped that wouldn't count as "late." Not like Junko would care, but Mukuro was a stickler for these things. Not as Ishimaru, of course but precision and regiment was something she could live by.]

[Right on the dot! What a pleasant surprise! ...No, he wasn't obsessively checking his watch or anything. Much.

Seeing her in person brings to mind the memory of her impaled corpse, despite his best efforts not to think about that. You never forget the first time you see a life ended before your eyes... Or the second, or ... especially not the third. But she is definitely alive in front of him right now, one way or another.]

Right, let's continue! The last thing you remember.

[She closed the door behind her and smiled at Ishimaru kindly. Perhaps kinder than the real Junko would have ever done.]

From Hope's Peak?

[A beat.]

Well, we left.

[She told Ishimaru about her plans to disguise herself. He could understand his commitment to keeping her disguise going if he kept referring to her as Enoshima. Mukuro said her statement in the most matter of fact manner, mainly because she didn't know that Ishimaru she knew was not the same Ishimaru as the one here. This Ishimaru was from a totally different time and place.]

[He listens closely, his expression becoming more and more openly confused. While he doesn't know how he left Hope's Peak, he knows that if he did manage to escape it all it wouldn't have been with... this woman who was not actually Junko. Does that mean she isn't the one he saw skewered before his eyes, either?]

What...? Nothing that you're saying is making any sense. Who exactly are you, then, if not Enoshima?

[When she was assured the coast was clear, she figured that she might as well just be very blunt with Ishimaru about this whole deal. Perhaps that was the best way to deal with it. There's a brief pause as Mukuro takes off her wig, and straightens herself up once she dropped the guise of being "Enoshima Junko" and simply proceeded to be herself.]

My name is Ikusaba Mukuro, Super High School Level Soldier. Ishimaru Kiyotaka, we are familiar.

Hey! Wigs are not a part of the dress code!

[And with that kneejerk response out of the way, everything else is catching up with him now.]

Wait... wait a second...

[Does he know her? Has he seen this face before? Her title makes her sound like she should have been at Hope's Peak with the rest of them, but that can't be so, if she isn't really Junko. If she is the Junko he met in Hope's Peak, why have a disguise in the first place?

Nothing's making any sense and it's really getting him worked up.]

I have never met an Ikusaba Mukuro! Explain yourself!

[. . .]

I have just introduced myself to you. I was your classmate in Hope's Peak Academy.

That can't be. From what you said before... You made it sound as though we got out. The person I knew as Junko Enoshima, if that... was truly you... [(he still sounds so baffled about this whole disguise business in the first place SERIOUSLY WHAT???)] ...could not have possibly escaped like that!

We did get out. Do you not remember?

[And there was the heavy weight in Mukuro's chest again, weighing her down. Oh no. This school was weird because people who should have escaped, haven't. Or don't seem to remember to. Which means, Junko got to them.]

...There are some things I still do not remember clearly. Tell me exactly how we escaped!

[Because he'd rather not call dying 'getting out.']

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