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[In a previously empty room on the fourth floor of Deacon Hall, a new resident opens his eyes to Prospero for the first time, looking around in confusion. This isn't his room at home, and it sure as hell isn't the Inaba police station, either. Were the past couple of weeks just some kind of crazy dream?

Grumbling to himself, Mitsuo pushes himself up off the bed and starts walking around the room to get a good look at his surroundings. A quick look out the window confirms that this definitely isn't Inaba at all. By the time he finds the standard issue communication device everyone gets, he's already pretty pissed.]

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[Hey there, Prospero. You are all treated to the sight of this weird-looking mofo on your video screens, looking more than a little irritated as he launches straight into complaining about his new situation.]

All right. If this is a joke, it isn't a very funny one! Where the hell is this place? And who the hell are you people? Answer me!

((OOC: Anyone who wants me to avoid Persona 4 plot spoilers in Mitsuo's tags, just let me know. I know it's been out for a little while at this point, but it is a mystery game, after all.))

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Good as anywhere else.

[That scraping sound again, this time as he's talking.]

Y'know, that's really damn annoying.

And that was rude. Very rude.

It would've been nicer if you had just asked "could you please stop that", but no. No we were having a nice conversation and then you had to ruin it by being rude.

Learn some goddamn manners.

No, making crazy screeching sounds into the damn phone while you're talking to someone is rude. Pretty sure you get a free pass on being rude right back when somebody pulls that shit.

Well maybe I'm doing something important. Did you ever think of that? Maybe I'm trying to work and talk at the same time.

Something important like what? Dragging a knife across a chalkboard?

No. I'm not dragging it. I'm sharpening it, fool.

Sharpening?

[And Mitsuo just starts laughing. Incredulously at first, but eventually crescendoing up to something resembling amused. Clearly this is a healthy reaction to what he just learned.]

Yes. Sharpening.

Perhaps you'd like to share with me why that's funny.

You some kind of serial killer or something?

I'd prefer to think I'm actually a form of public servant, one appointed by nature rather than man.

But yeah. Pretty much.

Hahahaha!

[Laughter continuing.]

This place really is like home, then!

I'm not exactly surprised there's killers everywhere. In fact, logic pretty much dictates there will be. But I'm not sure what kind of fucked up place you come from where you're reaction to being told you're talking to a murderer is "it's just like home!" What the fuck is wrong with you?

And for your information no it isn't. This is much nicer than home.

Nothing's wrong with me. It's everyone else that's screwed up.

Wrong.

There's something wrong with me. And because of that? There's something wrong with you.

Wait.

Maybe shit is wrong with me because there's something wrong with you! You little fuck! You're poisoning me!

Whoa, calm down, freak. I didn't do anything to you!

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