♥. mirrors
It's unexpected but engaging, inconceivable but exciting, a shock of unprecedented proportions capable of simultaneously instilling disbelief and thrill and fear-- a brilliantly written plot twist!
Before her eyes, without a single breath of effort on her part, was one such delight. With a permanent expression of loss that could only provoke the pity of others, the very definition of a tool strutted by ever so casually, her face nose-deep into a notebook depended on more than life itself.
Seconds pass as Junko's mind positively unraveled, understanding surfacing in sudden sparks as she blinked awestruck by the potential of this world, its technology, and herself. The more she watched her past form glance about in confusion, the more her heart began to pound in a mix of nostalgia and inspired brilliance. Much like a scientist having witnessed a phenomenon beyond modern explanation, she was eager, ready, and already filled to the brim with plots, hypotheses, and despair.
It wasn't so unfathomable! There was a machine capable of bringing back those who died, those of other dimensions, and even those of other worlds! That Junko Enoshima could be brought back from a time where she was in the midst of an experiment was not so far-fetched!
The model disguised an uncanny laugh behind gleaming ruby nails, heels stepping towards the other girl before she could escape from sight. So many decisions to make, yet far too many questions left unanswered to make them. Therefore, her first priority is to seize her subject, determine what she recalls, and keep her utterly clueless.
"Hey, hey, hey! Ryouko-chan! What's with you?" Pouting with a look of impatience, Junko waved over the other with urgency.
"We were heading this way, remember?" With the same hand, she pointed behind them both. "Honestly, are you getting even worse?"
