As expected, Mikoto, who was angry fired up from the confrontation with two idiots at the stairs, was steaming like a locomotive. She eventually parked in the arcade dragging her sister there with her. Of course, the twins were drawing a lot of attention, which resulted in a crowd forming around them. On first glance, it look like the two having some dispute and decide to solve it by an arcade games compensation. Actually, Railgun was trying to lose some steam and have some fun with her copy, directly aiming for games for two, but she was just too competitive. Plus her sisters, inherited that competitive trait after her. (Or just adopted that behavior by observation.)
The audience especially started to get excited, loudly and worked up; when someone noticed a secondary (competition) between those two, parallel to actual gaming. In order for the younger sister to be able to compete with the older one, who dint hold back at any game [she was too good, since she spend a lot of time here and play so much games that she obtain her meter tall killer bear plushie], Imoto was hacking not just console controller, but even the gaming machine itself. It do not mattered what arcade machine they were currently using, Little sister dint even try to hide her attempts to adjust the speed of the game to something more suitable for her. She bluntly, between the lines, declared what she doing. Even if Mikoto noticed it, it only fueled her competitiveness, keeping an eye for direct cheating on hardware or software of the machine.
This became especially noticeable at a certain shooting game arcade where they were using mock-ups of machine guns, connected to the machine and they were shooting at targets displayed on the screen in front of them. Since it was the younger sister's domain and the difficulty was compounded by the unauthorized modification: The older sister faced possible defeat and her temper began to show. At one point they took the competition to such an extreme; that not only were the two of them throwing blue sparks around each other; but after a while, the very equipment and the machine itself they were using began to throw sparks. It was a multi layer battle.
As the passion of the crowd escalated, the arcade employer of the establishment finally showed up with an expression: (Please go home!) It had not happened for some time, that Mikoto had been thrown out of there like that, mostly it was due to curfew. But this time, the operator looked really helpless when, what they usually have to deal with as an establishment, now had it in stereo. And yes; it has to do with a certain and well-known celebrity, that has been well know among the operators of the arcades, already for some time now.
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So the girls went to the park for a change of pace.
However, even there the pair attracted attention like celebrities who are currently a hot topic in city and many talked about them. Since the younger sister was constantly (restlessly) looking around as if looking for someone, Mikoto couldn't help but ask: (What are you doing?) And the younger one answered her while still looking around. "Misaka expects a positive development, since the value of a significant chance of destined meeting is extremely high at the moment. Therefore, she is eagerly awaiting the arrival of a significant person, says Misaka with growing uncertainty from the wait."
Of course, the (certain face of a boy) that the older sister had imagined brought a blush to her cheeks, for what her sister said was practically a rule of several random encounters with him. However, no matter how hard she tried to remain unconcerned, her own body language betrayed her.
On the other side, there was a group of children from certain orphanage, who were suddenly arguing noisily. After a while, the group stopped arguing, came to the middle school girls. Then the chosen one, from the group came right in front of Mikoto with a flower in his hand he had randomly found in the grass. It looked like he was about to confess his love, which was quite a contrast to the big sis stance; slightly spread-legged stance and hands on the hips. "Hey! You're the one from the TV show who created countless sisters in ninja fashion, right? The one who can clone herself whenever she wants? Right?" Although Railgun's eyes widened, the boy went into a respectful deep bow [almost a right angle - or an inverted letter L], extending his hand with the flower to the girl. His tone was most politely asking. "Could you create my own little sister for me? Please, I will take care of her and watch over like my own." #3 could only manage a confused 'Heh?' while the boy continued to bow in supplication.
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In contrast to the girl who was at a loss for words, her younger sister had something to say. "And with that, someone's imaginary moment of popularity has passed. Misaka comments on the sudden drop in mood. Moreover, she experiences this currently vague feeling of emptiness that she has to laugh off the situation with a desperate laugh. (He, he, he)" Considering her Emo demeanor, the announced giggle was more like an echo of emptiness without any weight.
Tsundere, on the other hand, was completely out of her depth as a beads/drops of sweat settled on her face. "You... What are you talking about?" Since the boy persisted in his bow, she scratched her cheek in an awkward gesture before squatting down next to him and speaking kindly. "Hey listen. With the way rumors spread nonsense like that, it's clear to me that you misunderstood something..."
But the boy didn't give up, he stopped bowing and looked at her with determination. "I know that you leave behind all sorts of sister. I don't think it's something bad that you should be ashamed of. On the contrary, it's wonderful! Mine doesn't have to be a masterpiece, I just want her to be mine and call me Onii-chan."
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"Is this an example of the statement: (Because she's younger?) Misaka feels strange feelings like when a certain Misaka looked at the pudding in the refrigerator that had an expired warranty."
Mikoto snapped at her sister, "You're not helping at all!", before turning her attention back to the boy. "Hey, listen! It's not like I'm going to snap my fingers and magically, your dream figure will appear out of nowhere. Life isn't that simple!" Even as she snapped her fingers to give her speech more weight, she continued her sermon. "No matter how prepared you think you are for the turbulence that comes with it, I don't think it's right for anyone to have a relative pop out of nowhere. In contrast of popular opinion that are actually totally impossible, you won't see any younger sister like me!" She blew her nose heavily to confirm her stance.
However, to certain Level-five misfortune, petite mischievous person with the face similar to hers, was already ran toward the center of action, overflowed with enthusiasm and big smile. She rushed to the eldest person in that discussion, from behind aiming for Railgun's back and in the right moment, Last-Order jumped up onto her shoulders. She swung straight up, to her head, as if she was jumping over a goat in a gym, so that her legs swung over Railgun's shoulders as if he were mounting a horse or something similar, successfully seating on big sister shoulders seat.
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A rodeo followed, in which a flustered or rather frightened Mikoto, jump up on her legs, losing her balance. She swung from side to side as she tried to regain control over her body. The impulse that always resulted in an electric shock for Kuroko was completely missing, so there was no threat of zapping the little girl. However, when Railgun managed to calm down, to stand still and secure the attacker on her shoulders, she waited in vain to catch her breath, because the little one was enjoying this fun to the fullest.
"Yeee, yeeee, I am so high, Misaka as Misaka rejoices, having finally managed to be the command tower for all Misakas, including Onee-sama. Yeeee!" As if it was a plan she naturally switch from celebrating her victory into a familiar chat. "By the way, it's not fair to leave Misaka out of the conversation about the new sister in the sisterhood, complains Misaka as Misaka, demanding compensation in the form of fun when now she has to be the one in charge as the tallest of the sisters. Fittingly, like in the legend of the king and the horse, since she finally managed to saddle on the most untamed horse around."
That joyful smile, laughter, giggling and adorableness of the little girl, was in direct contradiction to the bluish or rather pale expression of the completely frozen Mikoto, who ended up struck in horror. In a moment of her inattention, this little one's single antics turned everything on its head.
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A group of boys who saw this performance and were completely captivated by it surrounded Mikoto and started their own discussion throwing comments. "Check this out! A genuine Caught-in-the-act shock. That's what (Busted!!) expression look, when is performed by a lady that outclassing us. No, that's a Princess class act, actually."
Immediately the other one had to correct him like an expert in topic. "No, no, look better at her! This is the expression of being double busted. So this is what a proud princess from a castle in clouds who became a horse looks like. All her big bragging talk is gone to the wind."
And the one at top had a fun. "Muhahaha, Misaka as Misaka laughs like in the role-play of that theater play, now that she has a thirdlevel-5 under her control and isn't afraid to use it." As certain small girl who was waving a (Hi!) to her from down, Last-Order still up there she wave her hand in (Hi!) gesture, back down.
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With a look of horror on Tokiwadai Ace face and her jaw bone falling over, letting her mouth wide open. It dint help her at all, that those children were the same group that once ridiculed her shorts under her skirt or that she jump onto a fountain for a purse. Now, the eldest sister tried to seek help from her younger twin standing a few step aside. But her younger sister, with her index finger on her lower lip, was looking at Last-Order with passion, as if she also wanted to try the horse, to sit on her older sister's shoulders.
Of course, Mikoto almost immediately barked at her. "Hey! Don't you dare to pull the childlike card, thinking that I forget how you talk to me on the overpass stairs. You will not get the horse ride! That will be to weird. No way! That will not happen, so forget about it! No matter how cool it must seem to you now, the place to use it was with the kitten on the tree. Now my passion have its limit too, so don't dare to push them. And don't give me the tilted head treating like (What the heck I am talking?)!"
But the little girl on her shoulders was looking around like an observer on a lookout, or a scout on horseback. "Oh, Misaka as Misaka is sniffing something hopefully tasty. Look at that! There's a crepes stand over there andit looks like they even have a limited supply of a daily special. Hm? Is that a frog I see there? Misaka as Misaka is leaning sharply into the distance like some Indian on the prairie." It was just the hint of a certain eyebrow rising to indicate that this remark had caught someone's interest.
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Before they knew it, they were as a group already standing in waiting line forpancakes/crepes from the mobile fast food snack stand. It look more like they gather all around the trio of sisters, with the big sister in theoretical middle. Of course, they were still attracting attention of a passerby. So when they got to the counter window, Mikoto had to ask herself, looking into her Gekota wallet: (("Why it feel that I paying for everyone like some teacher at the head of a class of children on a trip?")) Except that her attempts to talk herself out of this role were thwarted by the innocent expressions full of expectation from the children around her and that also applied to her restless sisters. Especially the little one still sitting on her shoulders was full of impatience that shone from her without Mikoto having to look at her. Especially since this desire was increasing with each pancake that went first to the others children and not to Last-Order. For the moment, Railgun shook her head in her mind to drive away all unnecessary thoughts and decided to ignore everything unimportant for the time being.
That was a plan as it went down to the last trio. Until Mikoto noticed, that the female clerk behind a window-counter started to sweat as the fast food employer looked at the group of brown-haired girls. No, she specifically look behind Railgun on her twin, that shall stand right behind her in the waiting line. Mikoto didn't want to turn around at first, but it was pointless to delay it. So she finally make that move and looked at her sister. Except instead of one, there were now two. Identical as eggs to eggs. Railgun didn't even bother to ask which one was which, or even try to find out if Inoue [#10.032]was among them from beginning.
So she rolled her eyes and ordered the waitress to prepare one extra. Actually, when she thought about it, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she slipped the waitress a quick note/order, to pack the creeps, that she would take the last batch with her, as if she was planning a picnic on the grass with her sisters.
When the waiter had it ready, the scene with the Clerk dewy look, (Whats behind the Tokiwadai Ace?), repeated itself again. When Mikoto turn around to look back, she saw that her group of sisters had grown by one, who, unlike the two, was a little shy. [#19.090] Yet the original was not impressed. "A classic case of old saying. Letting a frog cook itself voluntarily by slowly increasing the temperature of water. I can imagine what it looks like from a certain perspective, when you are figuratively multiplying right behind my back. Also stop cutting the waiting line!"
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Although it was meant as a reprimand, people around just stay off it, but it prompted the boy who wanted a little sister to speak up again. "Hey, does this mean I'll get my Imoto after all?"
Railgun barked at him in response. "Are you still holding on to that?!"
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He pointed to the little one sitting on certain shoulders. "This one here is enough for me! Give it to me!"
But Last-Order did not give him a positive response. "What are you talking about? Misaka as Misaka asks, reminding to people around, casually and with a hand on her red cheek, that her heart already belongs to someone else. To her own handsome prince." She wiggle from side to side, as maiden in a love trouble. "Oh how hard it is to be popular."
Whoever the boy received a such a shock from be rejected, that he make a step back. Other children, come to him and tap him on shoulder, displaying they sympathies like some grow ups.
Yet something on that statement or discussion bothered the original. "That's it! Enough of horse time for you." Without any space for discussion she rise the little girl from her shoulders and gentle place her down on her feet.
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The triplets sisters were already starting to get impatient, fidgeting in front of the stall, as if they body language was saying they still didn't have their afternoon snack.
However, another cloned sister show up, hasty running toward the main group, once again increasing the attention they were gathering. In contrast to the other sister she had more accessories on her. Like almost mirrored sunglasses that were not on her eyes at the moment, but resting above her forehead. Then there were the so-called fingerless, half-gloves for the gym or for motorcycles put on her hands. Except that the biggest accessory was a hard case for a large guitar on her back, hanging from a strap slung over her shoulder. It seems that she get some style advises, as if this sister was some kind of rock guitarist. But as we know the Mikoto sisters, we would hardly look for a guitar or other musical instrument in that case. She join them to caught her breath.
But her other sisters didn't look thrilled about her arrival. One of them in dry emo tone, voiced her thoughts. "You left your post? Misaka is asking the obvious."
The out-of-breath, arrived twin sister number Four had to defend herself off, and as the voice revealed, she was the one with the deeper voice know as #10.039. "Misaka-- while catching her breath after running here,-- must point out the confirmed fact; that since we are not big sister, the Encounter rate is pretty low. [The chance of a (fated) encounter (or trigerable game event with a percentage chance).] So, the extra observation from a distance turned out to be mostly useless, since it's Onee-sama who's in question of observation. Misaka adds that she's interested in a pancake and won't let herself be left off the list for a late-night snack."
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Mikoto, fast reply in quiet voice; ("Its still a day."), was starting to get fed up and decided to take action. "I said there's a limit to what I can handle! I should probably remind you with a visual demonstration in a convenient concept of sharingwith others. And whats with that accessories anyway? Had you embarked on a career in pop music? Can you even handle any of what come whit that?" As we know the big sister for everybody, she hinted a demonstration of showing them, how not sharing look like.
But the (musical oriented) sister contra reply was almost insistent. "First of all, it is Onee-sama who is to blame for Misaka losing her previous equipment ofNV-E-glasses visor. These new accessories are Misaka's attempt to adapt to the situation that has arisen due to that fact. Since big sister will try to excuse herself that she does not remember what Misaka is talking about: Misaka already recalls that it happened when Onee-sama intentionally snipe hit her with that steeling snowball at the pool presentation day at that time. Misaka dares to state that a slight admixture of iron sand was behind the phenomenon of improbable accurate shooting at a remarkable distance, the sudden melting of the projectile upon hitting the target and the electro-shortcut of Misaka's personal equipment by a discharge that she was unable to resist. Not only did Misaka, in addition to the total unnecessary defeat, then gain experience with the situation of her clothes getting soaked to the last thread, but most importantly, Misaka had to deal with a very embarrassing sticky situation where she was exposed to a predatory piercing, almost wolfish gaze from self proclaimed total authorities, at her soaked and defenseless figure. It got to the point where, with an embarrassed expression, she had to cover her curves with her own hands, Misaka complains to Onee-sama when she has the unique opportunity to do so."
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Mikoto gave this little sister of her a stern look. As she observed her from heat to toes, her gaze fell on the guitar case. As a user of violin musical instrument, that suspiciousguitar case looked too heavy to hold a wooden guitar. "Hey, what's in that?!"
Her talkative little sister was suddenly like her other Emo sisters. She allowed herself a second or two of staring at her older sister before uttering her non-convincing excuse. "Misaka's instrument?" To those who know, it was clear that it was not a musical instrument as someone here tried to sell that idea.
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But when the little boy pressed Mikoto once more to make him a younger sister, even after Last-Orderhad rejected him again, #3's eyebrows started dancing. "That's enough!" She turned to the boy first. "If you want a loving little sister, stop looking for an easy solution! There's no shortcut to it, and every method has its pros and cons. Don't ask for her like something you can buy in a store! It's not that easy and it won't be worth it. If you really want a sibling, you have to earn it yourself!" She added, her eyes narrowed and her gaze averted. "Or, if you have parents, turn to your family about this." Knowing that significant amount of children in Academy are Child Errors, without families, she lower her gaze to adds one more thing. "Or… if you grain the necessary means to be able to provide for another person, you can adopt someone. But that's not a small task."
Railgun immediately turned to the clerk, who had been waiting for some time with a plastic bag of wrapped pancakes, of which there were obviously more than the number of brunettes present, just to be safe.
The quick payment and taking over of the fragrant contents caught the attention of the quartet of sisters (plus one), but the oldest of them had an offended expression. "So I'm going, for now, bye." With that expression, she didn't even wait for a response and causally walked away from the stand with the plastic bag in her hand, leaving her sisters behind. They as one, turned they heads after her. They were looking at her in some incomprehensible way.
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Tokiwadai Ace hadn't walked a minute and had to stop against her will... In an ambush way, she was surrounded by her own sisters. Standing there around her in a sport like circle formation, to cut out her escape route to the last runnerin a tag game. Even without a word to say, they certainly didn't want to part with the pancakes in the bag. Of course, they weren't so reckless as to start a fight without any plan, but their fighting stances, like during a ball game or a game of tag, revealed a lot. It was a Level-five who defended the snack. Railgun looked around herself at them and a fighting expression settled on her face, because she was not the one to back from a challenge. "I must admit that I was pleased to see you working together. However..." She held up the plastic bag. "If you think, that's how you'll get those pancakes, you're wrong."
The four with hungry expressions plus Last-Order who was also salivating, took a step towards Railgun in the middle who was standing there so fearlessly.
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However, the oldest of the girls present, can no longer dwell on the small and unimportant fact that a certain long-haired honey blonde simply always has arriving timing that will probably never suit the brunette. Shokuhou Misaki strode onto the scene like a lady. "Oh hi girls. If you ask me, I have another idea how to solve this situation. What if?; you four and a half, took this high-value banknote from my hand and went back to the stand, to buy as many pancakes as you like with it? In that case: It would be your win without a fight. Her loss due to her stubbornness for having teasing you, and dragged out this game for so long." Of course Mental-Out was partially prepared for response from the sisters so she emphasized her gesture, to focus the brown-haired girls on the money in her hand.
[Last-Order] "Oh, that's a fake bee! Misaka as Misaka points in that direction with her finger."
[10.032] "A preliminary calculation of the ratio of the price per pancake to the offered subsidy actually suggests the advantage of this transaction. Misaka state the proposed benefits."
[13.577] "However, the signs of ulterior motive are too obvious for Misaka to ignore."
[19.090] "Mi- Misaka was more hoping for a scene with a pi- picnic on a green meadow."
[10.039] "Money slap? Misaka points out that legendary move of the bourgeoisie. Slapping out the owner who hesitate to sell the goods, by hand fan made of money banknotes, to break the power ice, that hindering the trading sails of sales."
[Railgun] "Hmm. So if brainwashing through Mental-Out doesn't work, you'll just switch to brainwashing through high bribes. You really can't help yourself! Don't you?!"
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The blonde stomped her foot on the ground. "Enough! The time for your games is up! I need to talk to miss Misaka about something important, and in private! This comedy is already going for too long for me to wait for my own turn.Plus I'm not interested in any more funny comments! Practice you family bonding ability another time! So,take the money and go!" She was practically waving the banknote in front of them with an offended posture.
This create an opening when, wide smiling Dolly rushed up to the honey-blonde from behind in an overly excited mood, with pancakes/crapes in both her hands. "Misaki chan is somehow brave today to make the first move." She announced giggling as she slammed into Shokuhou so hard that Misaki almost fell to the ground face first. Therefore, the long haired brunette grabbed the blonde above the waist by crossing her own arms from side to side so that her roommate wouldn't fall to the ground. But there were still pancakes in her hands. Even though they were in napkins, the top part with was still exposed for immediate consumption, not only the baked dough but also the filling of fruit, spices and most importantly whipped cream. Except that some whipped cream got from the crepes onto the Tokiwadai uniform in the place where the clothing hid a certain size D women's accessory. Of course, both girls were froze when they realized what had happened. Yet one of them take it with light mood. "Ara? What a shame,-- and that's one of the best parts. Such a loos. Or... Shall we leave the whipped cream on Mi-tan and Hi-tan for Onee-chan? After all, she's shown a considerable interest in this duo. Just like Misaki chan did with Onee-chan, right?" And she winked, declaring her support for those two.
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In an instant, she was reprimanded by both triggered Level-5 esper having a synchronized moment, of them denying the idea. Especially with a blushing on their faces. They were a quick to ask her if she even realized what she had just suggested. Yet it was hard to read the answer in entertained Dolly face.
But on the other side, a depressed groan of defeat rang out from the quadruplets as their fighting spirit sank to its lowest ebb. Without a word, they accepted the bribe. (Ehm* An offering...) One took the bill, the other took the Last-Order by hand, and the four plus a half walked towards the crepe stall, to withdraw from the main scene.
Of course, the creeps stall clerk, turned pale when she saw them again, rising the bank note as if to place a ridiculous order.
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Dolly, however, was still extremely cheerful and giggled again as she pulled herself up to Railgun with a Mental-Out dragging with her. In the next moment she was hugging both Tokiwadai stars by the shoulders, making sure to keep her pancakes safe in her palms. "He-he! I have two Level Fives under my arm and I won't hesitate to use them. Who dares to defy me? Ha, ha!"
Although both Level-5s raised eyebrows, Mikoto only managed to make a remark about giving a proper schooling to someone.
Shokuhou took the initiative, pulling out her TV remote control. Dolly on spot withdraw from the group hug, taking a step two away from the duo. Although Misaki, turn and pointed it at the long-haired Misaka... Every time she pressed down a key, the brunette jumped to the side, or swung/twisted her body in a dance move as if avoiding an imaginary bullet. This made the honey-haired girl even more angry, so she start shouting. "Stop jumping around like if my ability was reduced to a child's game with water pistols!! Where as long as you don't get hit by a stream of water from it, it doesn't count. We're talking about the Mental-Out esper ability on a Level-5! Which cannot be resisted by over simplified method as when you convince yourself, that it works on some stupidly simple principle, that can be resisted actually. It's enough pressure for my sanity ability, that there is one dumb esper, who lets out complete comic book nonsense into the world and it works for him!" [Lv-5-#7 Sogiita]
A salvation or a savior of the situation arrived, when black-haired Kouzaku Mitori immediately stepped in. "That's it! Someone here, is really enjoying this children's play with a big sister!-- So much, so that it's contagious." This other roommate from the Queen of Tokiwadai apartment took her pancake from one of Dolly's hands and was already pulling her long-haired brunette aside with her other hand. "You had you fun, so give those two birds a space for breathing! Its obvious that they have a lot on they chest, but need a some time just for them, alone from any of us interrupting them." At that, much to the displeasure of the (one level higher) couple, they both started flirting with each other, gossiping about the couple behind them. In fact,-- the double ponytail blackly saw, that the imaginary threat of patience is getting thin and it will only took a little sparkle for a fight to start. Then the two tsundere Level-five will start attacking someone, if not pick a real fight between themselves.
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The two prominent girls from Tokiwadai, for now, stood on the sidewalk, trying to catch their breath as to what had just happened. Just as the blonde was about to address the brunette next to her again, even though they both looked reluctant to be approached, there was one daredevil who did so. It was the legendary policewoman in the blue Anti-Skill uniform with the long ponytail and captivating smile, Yomikawa Aiho.
Of course, Shokuhou put on a forced smile, and along with her twitching eyebrows, her expression asked the question: (Who dare?)
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But Yomikawa was still smiling amiably like patient teacher. "Well, girls, I'll tell you that they're showering you with they love to the point of making you feel suffocated. Don't worry, I will be quick! I didn't come here to scold you or tease you. I actually have business with someone else, but first I'd like to ask you for a little of quick collaboration. I need from your to pretend for a moment, that you're in trouble or cornered. You see, I need to lure someone out." Although she was smiling and winking at them conspiratorially, her body language suddenly changed, as if she was scolding the two or being offensive towards them.
Both girls gave incomprehensible expressions, but perhaps subconsciously, perhaps willingly; they submit to the suggestion. Their body language changed as if they were on the defensive. To a casual passerby watching them from a distance, it would have seemed that the policewoman had caught them doing something wrong, or had thrown evidence at them for some mischief. It was so convincing that someone can imagine that there will be an arrest.
It was only for a moment, but the expected fish had already taken the bait. A short distance away from the trio, something, meteor strike down there, crashing on the road. No!- Someone jumped down from a near tall building, right to them. It was Hokaze Junko, a graceful third year from Tokiwadai with an athletic body and a royal class beauty. She was the one who jumped down onto the sidewalk from the sky. Gracefully, or rather like a superhero with a fighting expression during a heroic landing worthy of a catchy action movie scene, not only her platinum drill-curly long hair but also her mini skirt flap and flew around in the gust of wind. A moment later, she stood up,-- adjusted her posture and clothing,-- put on a businesslike smile,-- and like an exemplary young lady, approached the trio with graceful steps. As if she were coming to pick up a classmate, she spoke to Shokuhou. "Queen sama, the car is ready." She bowed respectfully before looking at the stand at the other Tokiwadai girls. "Although we don't have room for everyone... Should I call a taxi?"
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Mikoto noticed how Misaki froze at the revelation of her number two in the Clique, so she lean closer to spoke to the blonde. ("From your expression, I assume you didn't notice you were being followed.")
Mental-Out admitted to her colleague in a low voice; ("Yeah. But…"); before raising her voice to the Hokaze in question. "Wait, were you looking down from the roof of some high-rise building the whole time?"
At this point, open Yomikawa spoke up again, already back to her iconic friendly patient teacher posture, looking directly at the drill-curly girl. "Regarding when someone stands right on the edge of a high-rise building's roof,-- sometimes, people on the street below also look up to the sky,-- and toward the edge of building roofs,-- where it's quite windy..."
Hokaze, not realizing what the policewoman was talking about, tilted her head to the side in confusion.
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Since both level-5s obviously understood what was going on, the black-haired turned to them, maintaining her smile. "Talk to her!" She winked at them, emphasizing her statement with a gesture with her index finger pointed at them, before putting her hands on her hips. "That's shall be done. If you'll excuse me now, one of the rascals has gone too far off the chain. So I feel the need to save the quadruplets from her mischiefs. After all, it's almost evening time for a curfew." After these words, she walked to the pancake stand where the aforementioned girls were still standing.
Both prominent girls sighed deeply as the tension subsided.
Hokaze was giggling suspiciously at them as if she was enjoying their interaction. Even though Shokuhou gave her a sour expression, she still looked amused, like some proud mother enjoying watching her child. She commented to herself what good friends the two were.
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As Railgun glanced again at the tall schoolmate she make a comment to honey-blonde. "Also you shall cut out on her brainwashing."
That was the last straw. "How dare you? There is a limit to what a logical brainwashing can archive. She doing this on her own." Misaki, burdened with fatigue, leaned forward with a sigh. "Ah. I'm so tired from all this."She was immediately admonished by Mikoto, meaning that she hadn't done anything yet. So how could she be possibly tired? The blonde just turned her head at brunette with a tired expression. "I don't have the stamina left for this meat-head ability of yours! Hey Misaka san, I'll talk to you tomorrow, so get ready for it. I'm going home." After nodding goodbye, or rather, after combing through her honey-colored hair, she set off in the direction her number two in the Clique had pointed out.
Of course, this third girl bowed respectfully and started walking with her lady. However, she couldn't help but ask the queen if she was going to clean the forgotten whipped cream from her uniform. Of course, Shokuhou yelped when she realized that she still had the cream there, on a place where it boost imagination for any observer, like a provocative art.
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Railgun, watching for a while as the honey blonde panicked at the (innocent?) teasing of her most loyal friend, had to scratch her cheek in an embarrassed gesture. Somehow the situation seemed to her like some kind of déjà vu she had already had some experience with. Anyway, she picked up her phone and dialed Kuroko.
The moment the connection was established, her roommate on other side of the call desperately, urgently, and with a hint of crying, called her roommate from number 208 for help. For heroic rescue and deliverance, from whatever (healing) she was forced to submit.
Except the phone was overtaken up by Kukoo, who was passionately insisting that Kuroko-chan was fine in a tone that was hard to trust. However, Kukoo was Kukoo and with an obvious teasing of a mother, she lovely fully teased both girls. "Kuroko-chan will be here with me until morning. So Mikoto-chan,♪ you have a free room for tonight, take full advantage of it. Oka~ay?"
Of course the connection ended immediately, but the tsundere still wondered (what she meant by that?), suddenly starting to blush by possibilities. But, she stopped a moment later, because she felt someone's presence behind her. She turned her alarmed gaze behind her to see the four of her sisters who were standing there and staring at her. The only comment they made was that they had somehow caught the content of the phone call. About the wolf not being home. [werewolf Kuroko]
Railgun merely uttered an, "Oh dear…", and took a half step back. But her sisters took that half step closer to her.
And so,-- the oldest of the sisters had no choice but to sigh. And as the sisters' gaze fell on the plastic bag still at her side, #3 had already capitulated. "Of course…" Lowered her own gaze to make a silent comment. ("What else you will seek.") But then she make a smile. "Okay, let's go!" And she began to walk, followed by a quartet of her clones.
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[Lets go back a few minutes back in time to see, the 2nd scene with the sisters in front of the stall, but without Mikoto.]
The pancake stand attendant turned pale when she saw the quadruplets and the little one in front of her again. "Oh no, they're back!"
One of the Misakas waved a high-denomination bill before slamming it on the counter. "Five pancakes straight away, we'll take the rest on the road!" Misaka declares with a determined expression. [Emo]
Except the clerk was not taking that order with a smile. "For the love of God, this is not a combiny store! I'll make you only a five. But if you want more, go to a restaurant! Or buy a pack of frozen ones from the food store and heat them by microwave." She put a hand on her forehead for a second. "I can't believe I'm saying this... Oh-- I know! Take that bill, go buy the ingredients from a mart and make yourself a whole pile of pancakes. Take that as a sweet challenge of a kitchen."
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However, what the clerk received in response was a synchronous tilt of heads to the side.
[Last-Order] "Eh, Misaka as Misaka is not yet allowed to use kitchen equipment without adult supervision." (childishly clumsy)
[19.090] "Mi-- Misaka is not even allowed to be in any kitchen without a female kitchen supervisor or policewoman." (too Moe)
[13.577] "Misaka tried using the equipment, but since then she has always been sent to sit at the table or prepare it, taking care of dishes and cutlery." (literal following of the recipe, word to word)
[10.032] "Honestly, they said that due to the nature of her training, Misaka is not suitable for the kitchen and things related to it..." (she was told this by the nursing staff, perhaps directly by the frog doctor)
[10.039] "In addition, a certain group begins to sweat suspiciously when a certain Misaka starts talking about food processing." (talking about Misaka with five identical digits and her adventures)
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The stall attendant was showing signs of serious nervousness. "Then I suggest you start taking cooking classes properly." She was nearly make a comment about rich girl but she stooped herself from doing that.
All five of them stared at her with (enthusiasm?) [Emo] The silence was only broken when one of them noted that a certain Misaka had gotten a 4% [score] in an unspecified subject class.
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After this, the ghost of the shopkeeper, or rather the image of her Idea as a pretty girl lovingly preparing food, fell to the floor, dying in agony. She began to beg with tears in her eyes that at least one of them might be able to cook.
The whole five turned their heads in the direction where their eldest sister was. In the direction where a certain Anti-Skill officer had come to pick up Last-Order. This tall one was a quick to understood that certain classy lady trolling is level above. Yet Yomikawa and the half Misaka started to debate about homemade pancakes. So, when a certain honey blonde had left, leaving a certain Misaka alone… The quartet of girls make a call for the disbandment of the adventure group at the sign of the approaching sunset.
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[Notes, explanatory notes]
-Game Arcades, studying is a mentally demanding and regularly stressful activity. It can especially cause high pressure when it comes to items in which the student is not good, or does not succeed at all. Arcades not only serve as a place to relax, let off steam and socialize, but also to avoid hooliganism. In addition, the system of winning tickets and prizes [mostly donated toys, merchandise, promo-stuff or such; subsidized to stimulate interest, or as advertising] that can be exchanged for the tickets are intended to stimulate a sense of achieving at least some success and restarting academic success. However, everything in moderation. Shokuhou doesn't call Misaka a lone wolf for nothing, Mikoto spent a lot of time here, but Misaki was much more lonely than Railgun.
-Child Error, is a term for a child without parents. Actually, Academy City is one big shelter, orphanage for homeless and abandoned children. It provide (No question) service for taking them in.
-10.039: Her assigned weapon is a sniper rifle, (most of time), so she stayed a lot of time on roof, camping, which led her to develop a deeper voice due to wind circumstance and such. If this story was in japan language, she will use English to answer the question what is in that guitar case. „Misakas instrument...?"Although it sounds silly, even though Japanese people look at English as something cool, only a few of them actually speak English. (The statement may no longer be relevant.) Therefore, the sister tried to give an evasive answer to sound (american) cool like some musician, so that Mikoto would let her off the hook. However, Mikoto speaks English fluently.
-According to some record, Shokuhou physically defeated Misaka at last once, when Misaki trip on her own foot and forward fall on Mikoto face, when #3 sat on chair. (It was a critical mental hit.) None of them talked about it as the murderer and the murder weapon was taken away.