As if on cue, one of the big windows to the Tokiwadai dinning hall has loudly shattered into shards. Someone flew in from outside, straight through the closed window, and landed on the floor. No, with hands in his pants pocket, its effortlessly step down on it like descending a stairs. Anyway, the sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the room, like a shock wave of gunshot.
Perhaps every student there, turned her gaze to the character who had made an exemplary dramatic entrance. Surprisingly, there was no chorus of ladies scared shrieks 'Kia', expected from surprised school girls, because the girls were too absorbed in the action. No, as students of Tokiwadai, they were already in alert. Those who were standing between the visitor and Railgun hurriedly stepped aside for safety reasons, giving the actors some space, in case of imminent response form Ace of Tokiwadai.
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The uninvited visitor was a thin/slim, white-haired and red eyed, whom they recognized from the Saturday event on external dormitory, when he had been siting on armchair as a member of the jury trio. He was not leaning against his walking crane, as it was in its compact form, like a full arm armor on his arm. To make the situation even weirder, there was no gust of wild wind, one will expect when someone will jump in through window. Instead, the clatter of shards ceased as they safely landed on the floor around the trespasser, without harming the young student. Yet the visitor, glared menacingly at the occupants of the room. Smashing that window into pieces was to him like ringing a loud metal bell hanging above the door as he entered a shop. He just make them know that he enter.
A certain Level-Five brunette shouted at him. "What's wrong with the door?!! I am not the one to talk, but... Couldn't you at least, use the side window, which is wide open? And above it all: If it escaped your attention, the Garden of Education is normally inaccessible to the male population. Get out!!"
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For a moment, he made the snarling face of a delinquent, as if he were asking a delinquents in a side alley if they were begging for a fight. "First: Was there a day, when I do cared? You don't expect from me to wear a wig here, don't you? Second: Go look into a mirror, when you want to tell that bunch of bullshit to the someone! Wasn't the line: (It's just for the noble acting ladies?) So why don't you start with yourself?" He causally walked over to her, radiating menace as she frown at him. "Didn't you forget who caused that stupid avalanche on Saturday, by foreshadowing it? Then take an example from that avalanche report and cool down, Number-Three! The sisterhood is a piece of crap in itself with a light 'black-list' [deny access for:] and a collective 'white-list', [allow access for:] like some club that only wants to be visually different. If someone is that bothered by the difference in appearance between pointless statistic difference of (Plus one) and (Minus one) on a gender, then simply throw white blanket sheets over themselves, so everybody will look crappy same. Then communicate exclusively via electronics and the problem with visual differences is over. Its shall be probably clear to everyone, that all species on this planet are hermaphrodites in base. That specific gender is just a role profession that was randomly assigned to us in this crap called (game of evolution). Which brings me back to you, Number-Three." He stopped in front of her. " You haven't forgotten what your role is in this shitty theater, haven't you, Miss (The Hero Who Saved the Academic City.)?" He leaned towards her with a questioning look of a troublemaker, whereupon she hunched over a little. "Extensive public publicity doesn't suit everyone, because (That Shit) is on effect. So enjoy your well earned fame, miss (face for the public camera)!" Then he straightened up. "Don't worry, as soon as do some chores and I pick something up, I'll wave a white handkerchief at you as I leave!" He turned his gaze to the crowd and exclaimed/shouted. "Last-Order!!!"
As expected, the aforementioned little one appeared giggling and running between the girls. Dressed in a scaled-down version of the local uniform, she resembled a mini version of a Tokiwadai student. As soon as she felt a certain gaze on her and heard the familiar, incomprehensible (Huh??) from confused-delinquent, she realized where she was and who was looking at her. And so, she went from a mischievous brat like wandering running around, to the graceful walk of a model young lady. An upright figure, model steps, hands slightly away from the body and a friendly expression with a gentle smile.
The onlookers were charmed to see the little girl on display.
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But Last-Order was not destined to reach her goal of someone special to her, because another this time older and taller (young lady?) that seemed to look like a regular Tokiwadai student, rushed out of the crowd. In fact, this girl with a tearfully embarrassed expression, ran like a figure of an immaculate lady cut out of some manga. She had a genuinely blushed face, enriched with almost imperceptible mascara, elevating the girl into a woman, with captivating lipstick on her lips, with tearful tender eyes under the sleek, eye-catching hairstyle of the young lady, with a beautiful live flower in her hair and in a tight-fitting Tokiwadai uniform that accentuated the woman's curves.
She rushed towards the little girl with whom she had a matching face and hair color. By pure coincidence, she accidentally, used her hip side punch, to knock Last-Order out of her way. That attack from side of her body, send that little lady to side where she fall to the ground. Thus unintentionally this rushing girl get rid of the only competition for her, currently present on the floor.
Now, the taller one headed straight for Accelerator. Saying: "I can't stand this humiliation anymore!", she threw herself on his chest, in which she sought refuge so lustfully that he almost lost his balance, even when his powers shall be on. Her (two years older chest than other sisters (especially the original))fully leaned/pressed itself to the targeted person and the lad just barely managed to withstand this lunge that threatened to make him fall backwards, with her on top, leading to a delicate pressing/crushing of tender weights.
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It wasn't just the white-haired Level-5 who had a (What the hell?!) expression, but even the brown-haired Level-5's jaw dropped at the sight of her (potential future) image. Even the blonde Level-5 looked extremely unhappy with the proportions that someone specific could achieve and almost bit onto her finger in stress. It was clear that all three of them had a different reason for their eyes to widen.
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However, it was the white guy who carelessly blurted out a question to the effect of: "Who the hell are you?"
The brown-haired (lady?) lifted her head to look with her captivating dog eyes into those evil red ones. "How dare you forget me?" Her tearful voice turned to have a hint of lustful in itself. No, It was flirting. "It's me,-- Misaka! The one who came to the party in later hour, near the end. The one you danced with until she fell on her back and you fell on your knees. The one, who accompanied you to not only night events, and not only in this city. We had so much fun together, that I allowed you to bring me to your home, and not just to keep the brat acompany. Just look at me! I look like one of those scented flowers that are auctioned for outrageously high prices on the secret exchange of lechers. How am I supposed to be any use in dark alleys now, when I smell like a flowerbed? Tracking by the smell of gunpowder or spilled blood is impossible for now! How am I supposed to interrogate someone when, for example, that captured soldier clearly concludes that I'm trying to seduce him in a kinky way? Things have been going downhill since the moment I looked in that mirror, to see what the locals done to me. I feel like they dressed up the wrong Misaka for that 'first night' after a weeding. Things are moving too fast and I don't even like you that much in that sense. I was joking about that golden rings thing, that include the custom of putting them on a ring finger. It was partly a joke, but you'll take responsibility, right? Misaka Worst asked politely, trembling in her number one's arms, terrified by the nonsense she's just been talking about."
Of course, the little one who had risen from the ground, saw and herd the entire thing. She suddenly panicked and rushed towards the pair. "What's with this blatant exaggeration and omission of important details? Misaka as Misaka is on full alert to establish order in domestic political affairs." She automatically began to protest loudly and demand recognition of her authority and earned rights not just as someone's elder sister, but as someone's heroine. In fact, the two females began to compete for the attention of their white-haired companion.
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As another seeded mischief was ready to explode into a mess and possible skirmish, the first adult finally stepped into the center of the action.
It was the legendary member of Anti-Skill Yomikawa Aiho, an athletic relatively tall woman with long raven hair in a single ponytail or horse tail that reaches down to her knees. She is often seen in a green jogging suit that accentuates her sporty sexy figure. Especially when her (sweatshirt) jacket is not large enough at the chest [large bulky cargo] to be able to zip it from the bottom to the top and not just halfway down the jacket. In addition to being a gym teacher at 'Certain High School', she is legendary for her comedic approach or methods with which she solves problems that could result in tragedy. Although she is kind and especially attentive to children, as an 'old generation' gym teacher she does not hesitate to use violence, which is part of her showing a love and personality. She don't wear a weapon as she vowed to never rise a gun against a child. On other hand her work with a riot shield become excellent.
She had probably been summoned by someone from the school who had decided, that the current situation was beyond their strength. With her friendly and humorous charisma, she addressed the students, focusing her attention on the accelerator.
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Seeing the little one passionately competing for attention of Accelerator, with the almost passionate (young lady?), she did not hold herself for making a remark about the naughty young man in his popular moment.
Then the (charming) brunette from the trio in question, turned her face to Aiho and said something about how she was the best version for him he could get and it still wasn't enough for him.
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But Yomikawa didn't understand who 'that' clingy girl on his chest was, who was demanding his personal space so much. "Who are you?"
Worst looked touched, making a sarcastic remark: "Its seems that futile attempt to obtain a family friendly teacher rating, lead onto a tight jacket case, that prevents proper oxygenation of the brain."
As soon as the policewoman realized that the 'charming lady' was actually the rebellious 'Misaka Worst', she took out her phone, took a photo of the threesome, and sent it straight away. A moment later, her phone rang and she started talking to the person on the other end. [Yoshikawa, a slim scientist woman from same apartment.] It seems that the other house mate was very interested in the case. So its no wonder that Yomikawa was already like a mother talking passionately to a neighbor/acquaintance about her children.
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Mikoto woke up from her daze. "That's enough! I don't know what the deal with the four of you is. I don't care! But, if you have nothing here to do, could you just go? This is the Tokiwadai, if you forgotten."
Number-One immediately seized the opportunity on that statement. "Not unless you electro-shock someone." As he glared at Railgun menacingly, he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction at her slight twitch, that she failed to prevent. "Tcs! I see, someone has been slacking around here. You are so dense that something must broken down during your enroll to this world." He patted the heads of both brunettes who were clinging to him, to drop the game-shit they playing, and let him go. "I don't care what kind of honey or flower crap you've been doing here, but if you don't make a move: I'll show the flowers/weeds present here, what real vandalism looks like."
He completely ignored Worst's (innocent?)comment about her being caught into a high-society intrigues, when she let her guard down.
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Accelerator's angry gaze, searching for a suitable candidate for a spanking, fell on Mental-Out. "What the hell was that crap with that honey yesterday?! Do I have to tell you all the obvious lies you sneaked into your explanation? That wasn't for decreasing the explanation complexity to a kid level, Number-Five!" The blonde immediately yelped as her (prank?) was found out. Bu~~ut, there was this hint of confusion on her face, as if she: (Don't try to lie?).
One of the quadruplets holding Shokuhou between them, in their grip added: "It's still hard to believe that there's no honey in those bags. Misaka notes in disappointment that it's actually excess fat, and Misaka is reluctant to replicate it."
Then the honeybee spoke up, almost barking at them. "Oh commo~on! That joke is old, how long you keep holding onto it? I'm not a real bee! It's just that it's in my last name, that is the source of the word plays. The fact that I like honey and use honey-scented products, is my personal choice. And of course what wrong with my superior diet? You see its result right here."
It was like a crack of a whip when Miko in return make a dry comment in half voice ("The insulin sugar levels on your blood test must look like a crime site report.")
As if on cue, it was Dolly from audience, who risen her voice to ask (the betrayal level) question. "If its just a word play; (Then how?), could you have that honey smell on your body, when everyone in that research facility ate the same thing, mostly wore the same green apron thing, and used the same body cleaning product." Mental-Out beeped half-panicked, like a murder suspect in a detective story, when the brilliant detective mentioned a specific fact, that could lead to the resolving/ revealing/ discovery of her perfect crime. The brown-haired long-haired girl didn't inquire further. As she approached the group, she freed Misaki from the arms of the quadruplets sisters. But instead of taking her away she pushed Shokuhou into the arms of Kongo.
Airo-Hand was standing inside an imaginary circle of a main stage, as if she wanted to intervene against the white-haired uninvited visitor when he had previously approached Misaka, but at the last moment she changed her mind about her involvement. Mitsuko get the Dolly idea and she and her two friends, take Number-Five into the crowd of students, telling to others to keep a safe distance.
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Besides, the white-haired lad also disappeared by walking, not just from the imaginary circle of main stage, but also from real circle, that began to form from the sisters. They surrounded Mikoto in the middle, staring at her. Railgun looking around, got uneasy when she noticed this development, especially when the other Tokiwadai student actually stepped back to wide the range of that hypothetical stage. It was as if they keep a distance from something potentially dangerous.
As soon as the sisters surrounded theirs original into a cycle, they reach out arms to held hands and created a real chain ring. No it was an electric circuit. The blue buzzing discharges/sparkles that they began to release into the ether, were taken by imaginary flow. Those sparks twisted into a circle, creating/filling the electric vortex between them and their big sister in middle. As the electric arc/circuit grew stronger from second to second, to the point that a gust of wind began to blow in the advent of a hurricane. Helpless and trapped Mikoto began to look around in panic. But her questions about what they were doing were not answered.
On the other side of the coin, Shokuhou realized what was going to happen. In horror, she started to scream hastily like a true local authority. "Delinquents!! Whatever you're planning to do; do it outside!! Get out immediately!! It's clear to me that a certain lady has reached the bottom of her strength until her precious 'Esper engine' stopped working and she tried to play it off with witty comments as some cold with the idea that it's an acceptable price, when many ended up in a pool of their own blood. I'm quite clear what will happen first if that engine starts again! Don't even dare do it inside the school building and go to the courtyard!! That lightning dragon you're about to summon from the seven hollow heads won't fit here!! You're supposed to do it under the open sky so you don't blow the roof off this building!!!"
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But the Accelerator ignored her objections. "And a Retardation label for further delay. How long this shit-task will be prolonged. It not just this group that is booked on this shit, to give a helping hand. You want me out? Then start it up already!"
Nobody responded! All the sister had the same emotionless expressions, as they were fully focused on the calculations and absolute control of what they were doing. This was no longer a combining powers, this was a ceremony, a concept you will expect from magical side.
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The breeze from the spinning wheel of floating electricity intensified into a gust of wind. Suddenly, the intensity of the electric current in the given technique increased so much that it seemed that a futuristic arc reactor of clean energy had been created, like from some sci-fi movie. A steady blue glowing ring was formed. It rose slightly above the heads of the actors. But suddenly it began to narrow/thin out, concentrating towards the center. The individual brunettes as one followed the ring and approached the center. After a while, the brunettes dissolved their circle to approach their Onee-sama so close, that they could place their outstretched palms on her, while a buzzing star-ring was above them all. In this way, they immobilized the central Misaka like some kind of antenna center.
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In a moment the wind completely faded and local weather situation calmed as if it was an eye of the storm; as the blue circle itself shrink so much that it almost faded to white. It now, floated above Mikoto's head, where it settled like a halo.
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For a moment it seemed as if the car engine was being started with the help of jump leads. Railgun herself suddenly had her whitened eyes wide open as if she were not there in spirit.
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Either way, the halo above Mikoto's head disappeared as if it had instantly moved to another location. Audience who saw that would testify that at that moment they felt, or even saw, the echo of the powerful heart beating from Misaka Mikoto. [Ba-Bum]
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From the Electro master in the middle, a single discharge buzzed from her temple, as proof that something had happened. That a certain esper engine had started working again.
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Suddenly a storm came.
No... There was an explosion, or rather an electrical burst/cracking.
A pressure wave swept through the entire hall, lifting skirts and swirling hairstyles, electrifying many.
Many girls were genuinely yelped by the sudden appearance of typhoon.
Kongo and her friends had hands full with Shokuhou, to prevent her from falling, or even accidentally getting blown away. Given their previous experiences, the possibility suddenly didn't seem so unrealistic.
The very floor, the wood-paneled ceiling, and the walls creaked from the powerful pressure of hidden powers in play.
The windows of the dining room vibrated and of course they might have withstood the onslaught if the accelerator hadn't stomped into the ground. A vector swept through the ground like a targeted earthquake, hitting and shattering the row of windows behind him, as if they had fallen to the original shock wave. Perhaps he wanted to let everyone know that the party was over, or he was just do an opportunist vandalism. But apparently, he just ensured that an invisible gust of wind, like some kind of flying beast, sled, serpentine dragon, or snake, would fly out the broken windows. The invisible something do rolled out the windows like a shock wave from a powerful explosion, which was deliberately redirected out of the dining room into the yard. It was almost as if someone had mentally grabbed that something, like a pillow under his head and thrown him out the window because they didn't like the sticker on him.
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Then, the storm was gone and silence echoed in the mess hall.
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Railgun stood motionless in the middle of the brown-haired formation with her eyes closed. She was breathing deeply as the electric silence she experienced for today was gone. Only now it hit her at full how odd it was to not feel all the inputs she is possible to sense. Her body was still electrified, charged with an electric charge. Random static discharges/sparks formed and disappeared around her. Although one discharge defiantly refused to leave her statically charged hairs, and danced there like a will of wisp.
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As she gradually gained control of her personal reality around her, the discharges stopped. Finally, the mischievous thing in her hair also disappeared, and even her hairs return back to original hairstyle. She slowly opened her eyes, looking down. With a weak, slightly sad smile, she tried to thank her sisters. But when she finally looked at them properly, she stopped. All of her sisters, down to the last one, had really electrified hairstyles, electrocuted to point that they stands like metal wires. One would wonder if something had exploded in their faces and given them a permanent mad scientist hairstyle. Their emotionless Emo-expressions heightened this surrealism to the point that Mikoto was speechless.
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But then Accelerator growled at the little girl that they were leaving. He flipped the switch on his neck, and immediately started to leave, leaning on his modern extendable walking cane/crutch.
On that call, Last-Order and Misaka Worst, left the sisterhood group, tocaught up with him easily, ignoring their new hair style.
Passing by Yomikawa, the (Legendary Member of Anti-Skill), still holding her cell phone to her ear and still having (that conversation) with a house mate, (or just doing a live commentary), this woman didn't hold herself for remarking, that no fairy tale lasted forever and this time both of their girls looked like delinquents. She even allowed herself to remark to the boy about whether he knew that this was an area inaccessible to the male part of the population. Of course, he canceled the discussion by stating that he didn't care in the slightest which organ was externally dominant, when everyone on the planet are in base bisexual.
Worst, instead of teasing or accidentally saying if he doesn't prefer boys over girls, she made a comment about them going somewhere as if they were on a tour of some famous holiday destination and trying the local specialties while they were there.
Last-Orderseized on this idea and already suggested a suitable location as if she was an expert who explored all hidden counters of garden of education.
Completely out of their conversation, the lad asked if any of them had a white handkerchief to borrow for a second, (With which he would wave goodbye to the number-three.), earning puzzled looks from all of them.
Of course, the Anti-Skill somehow forgot her role as guardian for those three and took another photo as she joined them in their walk. Of course, her finger didn't rest on the capture-picture button for quite a while, as she had a need to document the moment.
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Shokuhou, with her completely fluffy/crepe-like mane, as if the hairdresser's hair dryer had exploded, which was perhaps twice the volume/size as a moment ago, was radiating with dissatisfaction. She completely ignored Dolly, who was very interested in the honey-haired girl's mane, literally poking into it with a point finger, and was not far from the point where she burs laughter as it was so funny to her that the (funny bone) got hit. The Tokiwadai Queen, angry at how her prediction had come true or at the fact that now a gentle army [servants] would be needed to tame her hair, threw a towel into the ring. "That's enough! I'm drawing the curtain on this performance. Whoever is not studying here, please leave! Everyone else, get to cleaning up this mess!"
Railgun stared at Mental-Out with a neutral expression, waiting to see what would happen. When the yellow-eyed girl asked (What is it?!) she replied: "I'll just wait a moment, so I can see you with a broom in your hand, actually doing something, like sweeping this mess." She immediately earned a silent gaze treatment as Shokuhou's face swollen as reaction to be deeply insulted.
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There was a commotion as the cleanup began. Some students started cleaning, others took they flea market things out of the room. Some helped escort the students who had been sent off by (Grumpy Medic Nurse Mitori), to the potentially absent infirmary. Among them were fluffy mane Kongo and Shokuhou, as if was their hairs that were in desperate needs for a medical attention. It was somehow taken for granted that such a students would receive a two-person escort, who would make sure that the potential patient did not get out of it. Of course a few others students, who experience nausea or had been secondary hurt in the explosion, has been directed to infirmary too.
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So Mikoto turned her attention to her four sisters, saying she would help them fix their hairstyles. She had barely gotten started when her sisters mentioned a limited exclusive offer at a one-in-one exclusive confectionery shop located exclusively in the Education Garden. Their oldest sister had a stony, emotionless expression at that moment. She imagined what might happen if she showed up anywhere with the four sisters. Especially since they were already attracting a lot of attention as twins. Then she had an image of the whole group of her sisters standing in front of a counter, a bus pulling up in the background, and someone from the staff scribbling a joke note about the expedition trip. Yet a drop of sweat settle on her cheek. "Your really pushing on me the patisserie shop idea. You know that it will produce more trouble that benefit, right?" Yet the quadruplets dint say a world and continue to stare.
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After a while, the oldest one had a similar expression to her sisters, including her blank stare.
When she was done with their hairstyles, a random interested passerby would testify that he was looking at five Misaka Mikoto clones.
Kuroko rushed into this scene with her usual exaggerated enthusiasm/passion for her Idol. "Oh my Sissy, I'm back! I have something that... huh??"
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All of the five Misakas present turn to her to gave her a 'look/gaze'.
The redhead was so startled that she began to theorize out loud. "Ara?-- I was sure Sissy was here… Could had been something wrong with my Sissy radar? A larger number of Imotos would theoretically equal for Onee-sama, but... No, no!" She conspired. "This has to be a trick, a test of my loyalty."
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Mikoto, prompted by her red-haired roommate's reaction, took on the role offered and, as if she were her Imoto, addressed the first-year student in the same way they would. "What's going on? Misaka asks, already showing disinterest."
The other sisters only gave big sister a brief glance before looking back at the member of Judgment.
"Egh!!" Shirai groaned, as if she had been hit unexpectedly, like by a straight ball. "What??... What if that theory about Sissy, to be a higher consciousness, that moving herself between the bodies of her Imotos, had something to do with it? And that extra personality and power Level is the result of concentrating her collective soul into one point?" She put on a shocked pose, but after only two seconds she gave in to her wild imagination. "That would mean that all Imoto are actually my Sissy, but in sleep, like a spare body." She smiled perversely, and with drool on the corner of her mouth, she looked at group of quintuplets [5] like a hungry beast at its prey.
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Of course, Mikoto instinctively took a step back when the redhead raised her hands like claws, completing the grabbing/digging gesture.
Instead, her sisters, one by one, pointed their fingers at the beast. Then they sparkled from it as warning gesture, that if the pervert got any closer, it would receive a shock.
Shirai must have found the scene endearingly embarrassing because she quickly dropped her role as cuddly pet and went into her so-called role as model lady in distress. "Come on ladies, there's no need to be scared lasses." [young woman] She blushed and looked away before looking back at them with a suggestion, using a flirtatious voice. "How about we make love instead of fighting? I really don't bite! I guarantee you'll like it."
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At that moment, Mikoto couldn't hold back her EMO pretense any longer. A blood vein on her forehead bulged and her expression twisted with anger. Her voice suddenly cooled. "You one..."
Railgun began menacingly coldly, but was abruptly interrupted by a strong gesture from the redhead, who stepped forward and leaned directly in front of her. "You've busted yourself, Sissy." She said up close, right in her face, with a triumphant grin that suddenly turned into a gentle and satisfied smile. "I give you points for the idea and effort, but in fact, I knew from the beginning which of the sisters you were. I just wanted to know how far you would want to take it. However!..." She blushed and looked away. "If I must admit, I've been thinking about such a scenario for a while now. Who would have thought, that you would actually try this prank? How noble of you, to suddenly fulfill my unspoken dreams. I am honored, Sissy." She glanced at her love with one eye, only to immediately look away again in embarrassment and with even greater blushing, like a spotless young lady in her first love, who is all puff.
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The tomato tsundere shouted at her. "S-shut up!!! What do you mean a long time ago?!!"
"Oh, Sissy, what a wonderful charm lies in your insincerity towards your own feelings." She sighed dreamily, before drooping the act of bewitchment, acting once again as Herald. "Anyway, we should go now, so as not to be late, at your summons." Redhead clearly saw that eye brow twitch on Level-Five, as if she was preparing for another battle, but they both keep it to yourself. "So ladies, if you allow me, I will take over your wonderful elder sister for a while." She respectfully bow to the group of sisters. Standing next to Level-Five, she grabbed her Idol by the hand and suddenly both bodies would have been gone by teleportation, if they hadn't both just stood there like pillars of salt.
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Mikoto looked at her roommate from the side.
A few seconds passed, but Shirai, who didn't understand to the point she was struck, finally realized something was odd. "Oh yes, completely unusual. So we have to walk Sissy." In return Railgun make a dry comment, that walking is the normal. But Teleporter hasty added. "You have a summons to see a certain doctor and a car ride is already waiting for you." That make a complete sense but the body language of the second year student show her disappointment, as she expected something else. Like squeezing answers from a school principal.
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Mikoto looked back at her sisters. "I'm a little worried about leaving you to your own. If it's your choice, I won't object, its not on me to made that decision for you. But..." She paused for a moment, as if fatigue was starting to set in. No, the (sedative?) or whatever it was, was at end of its efficiency. "Considering how things have gotten out of hand over the past few days... That when I show up here tomorrow, It will be no coincidence, that there will be such a crowd of you, that every Tokiwadai student that will want your company, got its wish fulfilled. Just don't overdo it! Okay?"
One of the electro girls smiled subversively, remarking that there was still plenty of room for necessary investigation.
Kuroko imagined for a moment a flood of certain brunettes. Or more precisely an idyllic view of a prestigious junior high school for ladies. Each of these 'ladies' was enthusiastically accompanied by a certain Misaka with a heavenly perfect smile like a best friend. She groaned in amazement when in that vision; all of the Misaka's suddenly had a maid uniforms, taking care about the needs of their masters. Of course, her Idol next to her, knew quite well what she will thinking next and when she admonished her kohai with anger in her voice, Shirai immediately started to make excuses. "Sissy, no worries! Although it is true that this must be a heavenly sign and a truly angelic revelation, as your Herald, I can boast that the goddess herself is laying her head in my arms."
Mikoto didn't even bother to answer. She grabbed the redhead from behind by the collar and started to leave, dragging her roommate behind her like some kind of sack, or like a dog that doesn't want to go for a walk and is literally dragged by owner on the collar.
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It was only in the hallway that Mikoto realized why she had actually go to the dining room in first place. But for now, she abandoned that intention, because she had a certain idea, who the doctor who had requested her was. Especially when she had an unpleasant feeling that something else might happen, since the aforementioned (sleepyheads) were still eager for mischief.
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[Extra:] It took quite a while of (hanging out) in the Tokiwadai uniform, before Last-Order and Misaka Worst realized, they were starting to miss their original clothes.
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[Notes:]
PS1: Eh, it was a while and the chapter really dragged on. I really hope it was worth the wait. Due to various influences, the writing wasn't the smoothest and there were times when it stalled or moved only a few sentences. But the story progressed and it's still not over yet. I have to admit that this episode/chapter at school gave me a hard time. But don't worry, in the next one Mikoto goes out again in pursuit of solving the mystery when she got another clue to chase. PS2: Funny to note that the PS1: Was written for the other language version few years ago, and when I rewrite in English (current release date of episode), I had difficulty to focus. I think that the this and that previous episode are somehow cursed.
-The hermaphrodity thing, is a real issue as gender is an important part/role of the game of live in order of evolution. Look at snails, they were so slow, they miss the opportunity to pick a side.
-YoshikawaKikyou [Kikyō]: Scientist: This slender woman with shoulder-length black hair and a figure without curves, wears a lab coat over a regular T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She is a practical, cool-headed woman, an exceptional scientist, and programmer. Although she has a kind and somewhat naive personality, she is not one to tell others what to do. After certain events, she becomes something of a guardian for Last-Order and Accelerator. Through her long-term friendship with Yomikawa [Anti-Skill], she and the others settle in the teacher's lonely apartment, big enough for all five of them. She has a habit of collecting items (of dubious origin and even more dubious effect) that would enhance her unattractive figure.
Misaka Dolly, a Level-4+ Esper [Electro-master/Radio Noise/ Prototype (02)] A remnant from the first series. Unlike the other sisters, her personality was not affected by the 'Testament', instead she was treated as big sick child keep in isolation, so she can express the full range of her emotions. Therefore, she has retained a relatively friendly, playful and somewhat childish nature. Yet she showing a sings of tactical skills and awareness learned in sleep from other sister. She also kept her hair long. In her short childhood, she became friends with Mitori and Misaki.
Kouzaku Mitori, Level-4 Esper [Liquid Shadow], 15y. Officially a student at the all-girls' 'Kirigaoka Girls' Academy' (elementary, middle, and high), which focuses on developing special abilities. Her mercury puppet has shown a certain amount of self-reliance and decision-making from her commands and controls like 'go' and the like. As an assistant/henchman to old/senile fag 'Kihara Gensei', she has acquired 'field training' skills in first aidthrough many (accidents) during experiments. She has a penchant for cosplaying that would color her current job position or mission. Hence, an inaccessible hospital nurse for crazy or evil scientist (with a horse whip) and a talent agent/assistant for Dolly.
Misaka Worst, Level-4 Esper [Electro-master/Radio Noise/ Extra Individual] Biological age: 15-16, actual less that one. Biologically she looks a year or two older than the original. [especially on her blossoming chest] Although she is a model for the third series of production, due to her premature and single-purpose deployment she is considered part of the second series [1 to 20,001 +her] and refers to herself as Imoto to Last-Order. Her personality is absolutely different from the other sisters, as she was adapted to be strengthened/motivated by the negative emotions from the Misaka network. Its to the point that if the emotions from the network are too strong, she cannot resist them. Especially confusing for her is when she is too close to Last-Order when she trowing a tantrum. Thanks to this, she has become a mischievous girl, whose trolling and pranks are overflowing with malicious glee, to the point that someone would call her a psychopath. In doing so, she does not hesitate to torment her (older?) sisters with the topic of their weaker sex appeal. She especially likes to torment them with subcutaneous comments. Actually she like to address her trolling at Accelerator to the point she losing all interest to do anything, if hes not around. Yet she is a night owl, searching for the scientists who created her, for her own revenge.