Monday - Misaka number #, plus one...

Ensuring that this matter about the mysterious origin of her sister, was closed; Mikoto wanted to close another matter/issue, before the crowd around her woke up from their role as inactive spectators. So with the aura of a (everybody big sister), she put down her foot to end the ongoing nonsense. "It's perfectly clear to me, that many of you have a lot of questions. But when it comes to answers, you're not going to get any more! You've already heard quite a bit of nonsense over the past few days and I personally witness that somebodies imagination got a quite wild. I don't have all the answers either! It's off the top of my head, but I seriously ask you all to didn't ask me or my sisters anymore. It's my choice and everyone has to accept it. Jokes are one thing, but some of you were clearly out of line. I'm warning you in advance that whoever overdoes it next time, will get zapped." At once, she remembered at Shokuhou, who would need to be plug into the electrical circuit at regular intervals. (("Strange. There is an uproar at school, and a certain person is taking her time to show up."))

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She barely had time to say that to yourself and she already felt the presence of something long-haired and honey blond at the same time. It's almost as if the person is standing somewhere in the background, waiting for the right opportunity to show up. In fact, she didn't even need to turn to the person who entered the hall. Enthusiastic/dreamy reactions of some female classmates narrowed the guessing of (who could it be) to a single choice.

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But her assumption was incorrect as the person who approached her, addressed her in her own voice in a friendly, smiling, even warm mood. She hold this nearly childish cute way approach of younger sister to older. "Oneee chan…"

In amazement, Kongo just commented what came to her mind: "Sextuplets?" [6] Whereupon one of the sister from quadruplets made a stern remark, toward this sister: "Nee san." In a neutral position referring to her as older sister, but without the honorific (sama) reserved for the oldest.

Railgun turned around to see a happy smiling, carefree version of herself, with a (long mane?) hidden in a quite large/puffy beret on her head. She was wear a normal civilian clothes, instead of Tokidawai's uniform. That setup would look great in the honey-haired girl's wardrobe. However, Number-Three was not wrong when she expected Shokuhou in the school uniform. That blonde was carried in this Misaka's arms like some sleepy very self-restrained princess. At the same time, the smiling brunette, so to speak, ignored the fact that a certain drooping mini skirt, from certain angle, is currently not fulfilling all the tasks that the ladies skirt is required to fulfill. At first glance, the slightly blushing blonde looked absent-minded, unconscious, so Mikoto looked directly at her sister face, who stop walking only when she was right in front of her elder sister. No wonder that Mikoto had to put her hands on her hips in displeasure at the sight of this surreal scene before asking; "What happened?"

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Her childlike naive friendliness shined through her friendly smile. "Funny you ask, Onee-chan, its seems that there is a problem." This girl was fully focused on number-Three while still princess carry a number-Five. "Yesterday was a lot of fun, believe me, but today also has some funny moments. For example, quite extraordinary, Misaki-chan woke up after a prolonged nap. Thinking that is still morning, she was excited to go to school." Mikoto make doubtful (Are you serious?) comment, yet this sister continue with a story. "When she was ready, fully dressed She asked herself: (What I am doing?) Still in her uniform, she fall straight back to bed and slept like a log. After a few hours of hard sleep, when nothing we do was able to wake her up, she decided to check her own bulletin board. It was funny how her expression changed as she read post after post. At one point, she started hungry yelling something about meat in an adrenaline excited way. Then she ran out of the room at full speed like a sprinter, saying that she had to get to school asap. Since it was the first time I had seen her run so enthusiastically, I went to after her, to check. But at the end of the stairs, she couldn't go any further." Although the long-haired brunette smiled the whole time recounting this incident, the blonde in her arms was certainly (awake), (aware of her surrounding), as the intensifying blushing revealed that her decision to play absent-minded, to pretend her sleeping state, was taking its toll on her.

But even though the older brunette immediately saw through the blonde's current disguise/pretense, she suspected something else. "Her, and running? Too suspicious! And even up the stairs? You're not serious, are you?"

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Her long-haired mirror image tilted her head to the side incomprehendingly. "Misaki chan and run up the stairs?" She was trying to imagine it. "That's not what happened, but I would like to see her doing it. Namely, our den is on the ground floor and as soon as she ran for her life, she barely managed to reach the entrance hall of the dormitory. Furthermore, she was lapping for her breath so much that she could barely stay on her feet, leaning on the railing of the stairs leading to the next floor. As she didn't give up her intention yet; trying to reach the front door leading to the street with her shaking outstretched hand toward few steps distant door; still mumbling something under her breath about the school; even though she couldn't take another step… I decided to help her with her journey, I took her in my arms and brought her here."

Original had this expression (My expectations were low, but I am still disappointed.) "Great! I was wondering why she hasn't shown up yet and she just fell asleep before she left her room. Twice! Something really needs to be done about her poor physic condition!" She sighed deeply.

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In contrast this Imoto seems to have to much fun to be affected by her Onee-sama low mood. "And I didn't mention the funny reactions of people who were watching on the way here. There were some dubious characters who had burning looks, but nothing happened."

"Are you saying, that you walked with her, from the dormitory to this dining hall, through the alleys of the garden of education, and through the corridors of the school, and the whole time you carried her in your arms like some kind of knight caring her princess?" Somehow, the picture was not to her taste. "I can already imagine the newspaper headlines. How that the biggest source of problems around, generates them even without her making any effort?"

At this point, Mental-Out couldn't take it anymore, she opened her yellow starry eyes and barked at Railgun. "That would be enough! Just so you know, I'm not responsible for even a fifth of the incidents that happened around Tokiwadai or the Garden of Education, and I'm also counting the ones that supposedly didn't happen. Actually, you and your partner are responsible for at least a third of the cases, and most of them managed to be supposedly not happened."

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This was rewarded by a dry comment from number-Three. "Its like a 'Freudian slip' slip, when you dint try to hide you true colors by saying (Responsible for) instead (Get involved).

Number-Five was not a fan of this verbal exchange. "It's like this with you every time: if it weren't for your pet peeve, which, by the way, is an untamed werewolf, with a tendency to jump on anyone that seems to be a suspicious to her, such incidents would never happen so often. And all this, because you have to show off in front of your worshiper! Your antics yesterday only confirmed that. Do you even know how much my muscles cried this morning, from what you did to me?!"

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Although Mikoto bluntly commented that all of Shokuhou's activity yesterday could be summed up as lounging, walking, and making witty comments, it was Shirai who make a move. Apparently, for her taste, she didn't liked the pair who were talking to her Idol in a too confidential tone. What's more, the blonde lacked respect toward the Ace of Tokiwadai. It was almost as if Kuroko didn't recognize the faces of the girls in question. (Or something else was in play, that she don't seems to don't know who they are.) That's why she decided to put her foot down, jump into the conversation and verbally ground the perpetrators, so to speak, to correct they behavior.

Teleporter unexpected appearance right in front of the knight-princess duo, closer than they would have liked, shocked both girls. Shirai barely had time to launch her venomous objection and both girls (Kia!) jump-scare-yelp in horror. The sudden appearance of a red-furred (werewolf) without a collar, which despite her forced smile had a dark aura around it, caused them to panic. It escalated when the blonde immediately threw herself on the brunette's neck with her hands, seeking safety in a forced hug. That Misaka lost her balance, began to tiptoeing back dangerously, swung her body randomly, in an attempt to avoid falling. As they both (danced), the girls screamed.

But this provoked their third black-haired roommate in a jacket with a loose neckline and a pair of ponytails on the sides, (also wearing the fluffy beret), who just rolled/dashed into the dining room looking for these two. Hearing their screams above the crowd, she hastily rushed into the middle of the action in order to save the two. In fact, she couldn't see what was happening because all the students standing by, so she followed the voice. Using her mercury control esper ability to make a trick, she make a large jump. She jumped directly over the crowd, kinda desperate shout calling out to her partner: "Dolly!!"

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Except from the point of view of the proud member of Judgment and (the heroic guardian of public order), it looked like an unexpected attack by trespasser. With a quick high-jump, this suspicious person, flew over the watching and unsuspecting Tokiwadai students. Even without the prescribed uniform and in civilian clothes with a large beret on her head, this girl did not resemble to the chibi-policewoman, no one she knew from school.

The brunette in beret reacted to the exclamation of black-haired girl with surprise. "Mi chan?" She tried to turn around and see who was calling her so urgently.

The blackly in beret, combative look was directed at the center of the action, and the moment its met Shirai gaze eye to eye; both gazes got sharper as the warriors were ready for a fight. There was not a second to think, the situation escalated to quickly in the mandatory slow-pace environment of school for ladies.

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But Kuroko, aware that she is the only one who can react in time and must act, was already on the move. She teleported herself in front of approached trespasser, who jet to have to touch down from the jump. The attacker noticed that move and swung her limb, but she miss the Judgment officer. Red head, one step ahead, get so close so she can reach out with her palm and touch the opponent body. Shirai teleported out black head just moment before attacker foot touch the floor. All she do was just flip out the beret person's, flipping/ rotating her on its axes. Still keeping the target's momentum [vector movement force, inertia and speed] and actually throw-slammed the trespasser, chest forward towards the floor.

Attacker shall not have a time to react, yet, gritting her teeth she swung her body, at the last moment to minimize the impact. Although she groaned, and roll the floor like a sausage, it was still not enough for her to be knocked out of the fight. Even if she lost his beret from her head, she wanted to twist her body again, in a swung/slew get back on her legs and continue the fight.

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However, Judgment girl leap up and teleported herself directly above the trespasser. She also modified the direction of her momentum, so she jump down, in the style of a 'meteor kick' move, and delivered a blow to the opponent's torso. In a split of second of a window of opportunity, pocket police girl get down on culprit's back. She grabbed the black-haired hand by the wrist, twisted it behind the attacker's back, holding her down with her bent knee. She already had handcuffs in her free hand and was preparing for a successful arrest...

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But frowning Railgun saw the scene differently. In a lion's voice, she thundered a threat. "Enough!!! Everybody freeze!! Nobody even moves!! Anyone who disobey me, will pay for it!! This is a school, a dinning room, not an arena!! Cant you see that you get tricked?! Once again someone is pulling a strings behind the scene, and play you like a puppets!! It's like repeating all yesterday when someone was trying to force me into a crossfire of disagreement. Those skirmishes can easily escalate into a full scale war. So everyone, calm down immediately!! Don't you dare panic and engage in another skirmish!!" She put her hands on her hips. "Did I make myself clear!?"

Shirai tried to argue. "But Sissy..." Whoever, the moment she let her eyes from the attacker she had (pin pointed down?) and her peripheral vision widened, she felt to her horror that it was not she, who was on top of the situation at this moment.

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Even if the pocket (future) police officer held the trespasser in her pincers, she noticed that behind her there was an additional liquid metal humanoid entity, whose hand transformed into sharp blade of a broad machete. This entity got stopped/frozen at the urgent call of Railgun, before she could land her swing on the redhead. Shirai eyes wide out. "Huh???"

As she slowly turned her head, Kuroko saw/realized that the (princes caring) brunette beret girl, stood there sternly, frozen from Railgun roar. Her beret hat had long fallen from her head, revealing her wild mane of long-haired brown hairs, immediately had the same face as her 'Idol'. But this (sister) one also had a fighting expression like that level-5, and that gaze was now aimed right at her. The strands of that long brown hair were holding itself in air, like live snakes who rise they bodies to reach out onto empty space, or like a mechanical arms on the combat vehicle carrying onboard weapons that spread out to the sides into a fire position. The stream of hair (arm) in question twisted at its end like a braid, resembling a fork. In addition, it was all pumped with electric charge so much that it was directly visible how the blue discharges danced menacingly around the outstanding stream of hair. At the very end of this pseudo-fantasy-futuristic rod weapon, something metallic floated in the aforementioned fork between the ends of the hair in a magnetic field. Maybe a nut, or maybe a screw. But that (weapon) was aimed at Judgment girl.

The redhead dewed when she realized that she was unmistakably looking at an adaptation of the electromagnetic cannon [Railgun] that Mikoto had started with and was nicknamed accordingly. Maybe downgraded, but it still can deliver a serious piercing kick. It was all the more menacing, when it was directly about four such railgun like streams of hairs aimed directly at her. Shirai had a hard time understanding how she could overlook/ ignore someone who looks like Sissy, or rather a copy of her dream life partner. "Sissy???..."

But that wasn't the last threat that stopped/froze at Railgun roar just a moment before unleashing its wrath on Shirai. The Teleporter only now realized that the (princess carried) blonde in arms of the long-haired Misaka was actually a Mental-Out, who was aiming at Shirai with the TV remote control in her hand. Even though her finger froze-stopped before it hit the keyboard, the honey-blonde did not look friendly. Jet tension was saw on number-Five sweated face, as she side glanced at number-Three as if it was a pat situation in a trio cowboy gunner situation.

The realization throw Shirai out of pace even more. "Shokuhou Misaki???..."

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Mikoto, displeased with the fact that her roommate brain stopped working and she froze, addressed her directly. "Kuroko!! Let her go, and slowly come over here!!"

Confused, the redhead released her grip on the black haired twin tail girl, stood up from her, and walked over to the oldest of the brunette sisters. As she do, she suddenly get hugged by Railgun warmly, as if she had just avoided certain death. It was a moment where time seemed to stop for a second. But suddenly as a twist in story, a slap resounded through the hall. And Shirai, red-cheeked and in shock, fell down on her ass, still confused highly.

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The brunette glared down at her roommate menacingly. "Kuroko, do you have heatstroke or something?! We're not on a battlefield, we're at school!! Shokuhou and Asanuma are right, when they say, that you have too much freedom as my Kōhai! Its my fault for complaining that Anti-Skill is never fast enough to get onto the scene on time, but you are too fast for you own good. You are like a panicked bird, making a mess when supposedly trapped in a room. Fortunately, I have you perfect punishment, to trim your loose wings." She put her hands on her hips again. "Kuroko!! As for all areas of Tokiwadai and the school in general, no more shortcuts! Unless absolutely necessary, you are completely forbidden from using your teleportation ability. You've mastered it to the point where you slowly can't live without it, so now you'll master how to live without it. You've become so addicted to it, that one day, you'll inadvertently teleport yourself into a fantasy world in which red dragons fly freely in the sky." She sighed at the thought. "Did you really though, I wouldn't notice how tired you are? I am not the one to talk, when I am a bad example for you in this matter, but it seem you will not listen to anyone else that me. Stop pushing yourself so hard, when you need to rest! That means taking a break from any Judgement work! I don't need you making mistakes like you just did now and then came home crying, that the coach put you on the bench until further notice."

Although the twin-tailed wanted to object, the older one silenced her with a silent gesture and already directed her own attention to the trio. She pointed her finger at the metal entity. "What's that supposed to mean!?"

Not even wanting the answer, she immediately moved her index finger to Dolly and made a circle in air with her finger, pointing to the four hair accessories. "What's that supposed to mean?! Did the trio of your lost the mind? Or are you that easily influenced by the atmosphere? Be aware that just that appearance can negatively affect the future of this school." Both girls lowered their gazes, closing their eyes in guilt and immediately canceling their techniques.

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Railgun looked directly at Mental-Out. "Shokuhou!! I know that you are somehow partly responsible for the lack of your oversight. Did you was truly, just slacking on the entire way here? Unbelievable!!"

Although she scolded the blonde, the other level-five remained steadfastly silent with a disgruntled guilty expression.

But because of that, Dolly had something like awakening, when she realized something, or rather figured out. She was half surprised, half excited. "What? Misaki chan, are you out of excuses?" She looked at the girl she held in her hands, who blushed with concern and was already opening her mouth to scold her for that careless comment. But already the long-haired Misaka vigorously stepped towards the short-haired original. "Onee-chan, you and Misaki chan still have a lot to say to each other. So finally, take your goldfish from me. You were the one who fished it out of the pond anyway." She pushed the girl into her sister's arms. She obviously breathed a sigh of relief, now that her hands were empty. She stretched her limbs, shaking off the tension, before walking over to her black-haired partner on floor, to help her to her feet.

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Suddenly the oldest sister was full of sarcasm when she remembered the remark about the struggle with falling into the pool from the stage. She thought that this fat fish was not such a great catch. "Of course, someone had saw us. However, I have a serious objection. Goldfish should fulfill wishes according to summoner intention and desire, with quality and without side effects or attached strings. As part of my complaint, I am asking for the exchange of defective goods. This fatty one, clearly doesn't have what it takes to be a proper goldfish that grants warm wishes with a natural smile."

Even before Dolly, who had been caught off guard, could utter a stunned 'Really??' Shokuhou, insulted and blushing from ear to ear, immediately protested. "Excuse me?!"

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As the two Level-5s growled at each other, Kongo walked over to the long-haired Misaka, who was private talking to her companion, who in some ways resembled a black-haired, an older version of Shirai Kuroko. "Please excuse me, I think we don't know each other yet. My name is Kongo Mitsuko, first year at Tokiwadai. I made friends with both Mikoto and Inoue. Please to meet you." Although she fanned herself with a hand fan, she suddenly yelped softly in surprise, when the brunette with a serious curiosity expression leaned so much towards her that their faces were only a few centimeters apart.

Brow-head lean so close that she could smell black-haired directly, like a flower bush. She make an amazed expression. "Oh, it's true; you really have a nice breeze around you Mitsuko chan." She acknowledged in astonishment, but suddenly smiled with a big innocent smile. "I'm Dolly. I'm not sure what I can and can't reveal. Bu~ut; I don't have many memories of my own since, I slept in that adjustment tank for as long I know. Also, I am me, but not exactly (One point zero)." For a brief moment she considered what else to say before turning her gaze to her partner. "Oh yes. This activist is Mitori, a Mi chan. She had a lot of talent, so she went to work for a whiny grandpa scientist, and it caused her feel a little insane sick. But later, he only had his eyes for Misaki chan and didn't take her no for an answer. (Or something like that.) Regarding, when I finally woke up, it wasn't just Mi chan, but Misaki chan as well, who was there for me. But Misaki chan, she tried sneak out of there, to stay away from us. But I saw through her fake pretense..." Mitori tried to her tell them that she doesn't have to tell them such details. Hinting that she getting off the track, confusing people. But Dolly though what to say. "Hmm. Since we were in that research facility together years ago, and Misaki looks so lonely every time she though no one is watching; after release we stayed together. Even though Misaki chan has such a big dormitory room all to herself, (and bed); after one night we worked out to compromise, when Mi chan and I claimed for ourselves her wardrobe on side. We also settled in it after we got comfortable there."

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The moment the eldest sister from sextuplets let the story pass through her head, a blood vein on her forehead swollen almost immediately. As she was holding a certain honey-blonde like a princes, her hand moved and her palm harshly claw grab a fat ball. She was clawing/squeezing at that breast as if it were a relaxation/ anti-stress ball/ balloon, which force the yellow eye shriek quietly. Yet brown older sisters was serious when asked. "Would you like to explain what that mean?"

Even without saying it out loud, Shokuhou knew it was bad for her and tried to suppress her own panic. "Ho- hold you horses, brute! Okay? She means the normal, smaller room, which is like an addition to the main one. It just got a little full of stored clothes, hence the wardrobe. You can't expect, that the leading lady of Tokiwadai will be allowed to have only the iconic, minimalist, three clothes sets in her wardrobe."

Dolly seized on that excuse. "He, he. For a moment, we thought we had entered a side work, hobby fashion store. Strangely enough, no matter how we think about it now, many of the clothes would surely get torn apart if Misaki-chan tried to put on any of them. There was so much stacked on each other there, that we didn't even know about the big window behind the curtain at first. A few of the cloth stands-racks was send away, after we gave away/donate most of the clothes at the on street fashion bazaar event. So it's quite spacious there now. The one bed, the table, simple shelf and the chest of drawers are all we need.

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Mikoto yelled. "That's like a servant's room!!"

Misaki was quick to elaborate. "Just so you know. I'm a clothing designer!! I even have my own fashion brand!! So at least call it my studio where I designed and sewed clothes!" Suddenly the intensity of her voice dropped as if she was embarrassed to talk about dressing up. "Those gems didn't sew themselves, and don't try to tell yourself, they were from a store." Shokuhou must have thought the argument was over because she puffed out her cheeks proudly. But the lack of response to her statement made her look around. It wasn't just Mikoto with Kuroko, Dolly with Mitori, but even Mitsuko had an expression/look of her doubt about the given statement. The four brunettes killed the discussion by tilting their heads to the side in sync to indicate a question. The blonde took offense at everyone, folding her arms under her chest. "I can't believe you have such a low opinion of me." Mikoto immediately blurted out something about slavery in a factory for the self-proclaimed nobility.

"Uh~-huh." Prolonged Dolly with interest in her voice as her partner whispered something in her ear. "It's true that it's extremely nice to wear something other, that is not a green medical apron, that we had all the time. But... somehow I wouldn't expect Misaki-chan to make any clothes with her own hands. Especially if it doesn't seem like she was making them for herself." The blonde was visibly upset. "When it fits me so perfectly. Maybe they should have been…" She looked at Mikoto and when their eyes met she hurriedly continued. "Anyway, I finished the delivery, so Mi chan and I, will go. However..." She looked at the redhead with concern. "Onee-chan, I'm not going to ask why she's had your scent, but could I ask you to keep an eye on Shirai,-- san? Especially before (that) arrives at any minute." Remembering something, she shuddered as if with chills. "It kind of gives me goosebumps."

The black-haired girl next to her made a note about attaching the rabid beast to the collar, leash/head and muzzle, or using an animal jacket. But she was already being dragged by her companion, who was suddenly in a hurry, trying to disappear in the crowd. There they were approached by a pair of young ladies who greeted them with enthusiasm, as if they knew each other and suddenly helped them disappear from the attention of the main group in middle of the hall.

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As Mikoto watched them leave, she had to admit that they looked pretty good in that civilian clothes. Since her long-haired sister had mentioned that the outfit would tear if a certain honey-haired girl, currently lounging in her arms like a some princess, tried to wear it; Her mind wandered to the corner of a certain accessory that was in her grasp. Without intending to, her fingers moved, albeit limitedly, like surveyors ascertaining proportions.

Of course blushed Shokuhou, moving her folded hands up, she tried to restrict the naughty fingers pressing on her chest. She tried to get the attention of Railgun by whispering. A slight melodramatic tone was hinted in her voice. ("I'm sorry, Misaka-swan? Could you please guard those curious fingers of yours? How to say it? It doesn't fit in this environment of young ladies. Because if you missed it, we're the center of attention again, and what you're doing subconsciously could very quickly result in a misunderstanding.") Although if they were alone, Misaki will be hissing at full lungs.

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Only now Number-Three realized what her fingers were doing and she paused for a moment. She wanted to make an excuse, but she quickly realized that it don't matter. ("Eh, I just-- I thought, yours-- were like that through Mental-Out.")

Number-Five was doubly offended by this remark and it was already starting to boil inside her. ("We had been throughout this!") She strained through her teeth. ("My moisture control ability had no role in this development. I just hit a crazy growth sprint, letting it happened while adopting my diet plan and before I realized things got wild. Could you please, stop, fantasizing, that the all-natural 'Mi tan' and 'Hi tan' are a mirage like illusion! You should know that these massifs are not such a win when their outrageous weight is as real as night and day.")

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A dark shadow spread on Mikoto face and completely forgot that they were whispering as she bark aloud. "You seriously named them?!!"

Misaki immediately blurted out: "No~o!! Do you have any idea what a prankster 'Ghost chan' is?! I stood in front of the mirror one morning and I really thought that the names was written on the glass. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? Not that you have enough space to be write on. Do you realize how much you are responsible, for me experiencing so much stress?! But, probably, Miss 'warrior princess from the far north' was not even able to realize how much her ignorant stubbornness is being abused!"

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Mikoto soured. "Eh. Ugh. I don't know what I hate more. The fact that the random nickname sticks and the more it continues to develop. Or the fact, that out of all the people around, its you, who supposedly having a whiff of responsibility. On top of all, out of all the people around, you, criticize, me."

"Oh, so Miss Everybody's Big Sister has finally opened her eyes? Or hasn't she noticed until now, that its her own actions and decisions, that had been behind the fact that, the civilian population in Gakuen-Toshi started calling you that a long time ago? Among other things, who else should have the right and duty to evaluate and criticize the princess, if not the queen? Let everyone wince! But the main point remains: I am the one who was kidnapped from my room and forced to participate in that show. On the other hand, you couldn't keep your fighting temper in check for a single week! Are you catching up, whit what you miss during the last week by any chance?!"

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"I thought Tokiwadai had a republican system and not a constitutional one. But since you put yourself in that position, doesn't that make you a despotic dictator who imposes his will on others and rules them with an iron fist?"

"What,- what,- what??! Just so you know, I get recruited by school. The Clique, wasn't even my idea and it works independently and without my interference. It goes without saying that, a lady will use an offered card when its needed. But, even to this day, I never even used that fan-made royal title, that is just a word play to my name and practical usage of my ability. Say what you want about me, but I also follow the rules of the school and my deal whit the principal. Besides, I follow the necessary conditions for staying at the school, such as its curriculum, written exams, task work, or presentations. Don't give me the dubious look, that like to say, that I will always sneak out of every task or work, to slack around! Like, it is not written anywhere, that I have to do this and that, in person. So, Miss Detective, it is now quite clear to you, that to all your accusations, I have an alibi."

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"I haven't put down any charges yet. Besides, you've just expose yourself to do a whole range of sloppiness."

"That would be enough Misaka swan!! I'm telling you, for the last time, that I have an alibi for all your accusations."

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"You are the last person in this town, who has the right to say that sentence!!"

"It's not all about athletic ability, as you may think. Instead of pushing all your savings into earthly virtues abilities (body), try to develop a little of those heavenly virtues (mind) and get a little of that ladylike elegance." She tried to make an elegant gesture of a lady.

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"You surely mean your own elegance. Why do I have the feeling, that I would beat you even in a random online knowledge test?" The Tokiwadai Ace sighed. "Fine. So my first wish for the magical goldfish who can't wait to be commanded by me is... (Fix this mess!)"

"I'm a queen, not a goddess. Are you seriously ignoring the outrageous number of cameras around? For such a large mess left by your hooves, the gentle use of 'Mental-Out' is unheard of. Besides, it wasn't (You?), who brandished the phrase that I use my ability for every little thing? I haven't even mentioned that I'm still sorting out the mess in my own filing cabinet after yesterday. I tried to be helpful, but you didn't stop him from giving me a 'hard reset' before I was ready for it. I clearly told you two to wait it out!"

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But the brunette clicked her tongue in displeasure. "Tcs! It's a shame that you didn't last longer with the delusion that you were a truly exemplary and representative student. I think I'm going to release this incompetent fish back to freedom. Or throw it into the nearest aquarium, let someone else fish it out. No, the local pool will do."

The blonde directly hissed. "Don't even joke about it! I can imagine exactly what you mean to do. I am not going to a pool with walking constantly overcharging toaster. Not a chance!! Who even started this nonsense about the goldfish? Unbelievable. I'm really going to deal with the culprit responsible for floating up this week's incident. Hear my word, someone is going to pay."

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Mikoto began to feel that Misaki in her arms was suddenly getting too heavy for her liking. "Good luck with that point, when even a kid will outrun you. Have you considered going on a diet? I could help you with that excess fat urgently."

"No thanks. I can imagine that when I finally wake up from that coma after several years, the first thing I will hear from the hospital intercom/radio will be: (Doctor Meat Head [Mikoto], doctor Meat Head, please come to the neuro-electro surgery!)" She sounded like an announcer, but she suddenly, out of that character, she though aloud. "Wait!, it would be more accurate to re-lobotomize, or re-coma-tize." But suddenly she folded her arms. "I'd almost start to think, that you're just enjoying my helplessness time. Don't you?"

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The brunette rolled her eyes, but suddenly realized, asking herself the question she should have asked in the beginning. "What am I doing here anyway?" Without the slightest hesitation, she let go of the excessive load from her arms. Dropping it like a bag.

When Shokuhou fell on her but, she let out the proverbial squeal: ("Kia!") But Railgun ignored both the commotion and the swearing: ("Brute!")

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Instead she redirected her attention to schoolmates. "Is there anyone else so adamant about special treatment?" Mikoto looked around. "Then we can wrap it up here."

She could barely finish it, and she noticed how her sisters in unison pointed in a certain direction. Their oldest sister flowed and looked in that direction to see the same sloppy, laughing little thing with her face and snarky snort, driving between the girls until she rolled right into the middle of the action.

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The petite brunette in a simple blue dress with white dots and something that resemble a lab coat was smiling from ear to ear. She raised her arms in the air as if she was jumping over an imaginary finish line, like a door way. "Hooray! Misaka as Misaka calls out excitedly, announcing on time arrival of a rescue expedition that she successfully led to its destination." She was so excited that she nodded her head in agreement.

Kongo, with a surprised expression, barely suppressed a remark, or rather a question: "Septuplets? [7] No-- Octuplets??" [8]

Together with mini Misaka, another Misaka also appeared, who looks two years older than the average among sisters. [especially on her chest] In a white and pink full-body dress with a floral pattern [AoDai], she walked with a leisurely stride. In contrast to the delighted little one, her black circles under her eyes emphasized her own evil/ bad-prankster/ sly gaze, complemented by a malicious smile. "So even the fact that we got lost under your fearless leadership, even though we were already lost in the first place, can be counted as your personal achievements? Right? (Gt a double lost.) That's what they call 'overcoming itself' so that one can achieve a new personal record." Mini Misaka flinched and her smiling expression froze in clear awkwardness, which added fuel to the teasing from the taller one. "However, I must admit that I was initially skeptical that we would be able to slip in without using a gate, as we looked at the mighty walls of the 'Garden of Education' from the outside. I would not have expected, that when we took that narrow dark staircase to underground from that supposed dead end alley, from the outsiders perspective;. That we would walk through the underground tunnels, path-walks and corridors, without anything or anyone blocking our way. That we would rise another narrow staircase up, and reaper directly to a side alley in the 'Garden of Education', which was from locals perspective is a dead end road and completely sunken in shadows as wild cats turfs."

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But the little one quickly came up with an urgent excuse. "Misaka, as Misaka, would like to remind you, that the younger sister refused to be helpful to her older sister and did not properly shine a light on the orientation signs."

Not even Kongou understood what was happening when she blurted out: "I have a feeling that even if we count Misuzu san, we won't end up with the Nine children?"

Worst grasp the opportunity and extend the idea for her own fun. "What, what? Would the audience like to know, some of the background of his new favorite character?" Misaka, with a mischievous smile, stretched and bent her body, as if she was warming up her body. But she was actually posing to show off her sexy curves. Of course her sisters were quite aware of this ruse. "But if a belated explanation of the background of a character who does walk into the plot as if she's been part of it for ages, is what you're asking for, I don't see a problem with that." She waved her hands nonchalantly. "Namely, this model nicknamed 'Misaka Worst', has improvements in the areas that count. However, even though I'm also from the second season, anyone has a hard time accepting that I'm simply better in many ways. Even miss original acknowledge that." She placed her hands under her breasts to gently lift them and direct audience attention to them, to which the other sisters reacted with a darkened expression on their faces. But she ignored it and pointed her finger at the half-size variant of sisters. "But on the other hand. No matter what will you say, I am her younger sister, to this brat."

But the little one was worried. "For some reason, I don't like the over exaggeration. Misaka as Misaka comments, grows concerned about her Imoto's possible ulterior motive."

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In addition, Kuroko's imagination was once again working at full speed. She looked at her until recently only roommate with a stunned expression. She was quite poof/charmed, as she spoke up as if she was making a story summary. "In the first season, we were discovering our true love in junior high." She posed dreamily with gestures as if cupid himself had hit her directly in the heart. While doing so, she ignored the stern gaze of her idol toward her.

Shirai turned her gaze to Worst. "In the second season, when Onee-sama reached her age of rebellion, their love deepened as they attended high school during the day. Then fought heroic battles for their own version of justice at night. Sometimes they joined forces, sometimes they fought against each other." Busty Misaka asked a rhetorical question, if the 'pocket police feline' [dog] had also get insane/clicked/ (Lose her mind), or if she was just fiddling with something. [drugs] At the same time, she pointed out whether her secondary property/ability of a pervert did receive a Power-Up. Except her question was ignored by the redhead.

Then Teleporter crouched before Last-Order to get onto her level, reaching out her open palms as if appreciate a fine art, in a don't touch or she disperse like mist, manner. "And finally, in the third season, their deep love has borne fruit, when they work together to take care of their newest addition to their family." The little Misaka made a suggestion, that this delirious person, shall be taken for an examination, before she harms himself with the additional help of a third person. Immediately after that, the busty one directly proposed a lobotomy procedure. [making a hole in the head/skull with metal nails]

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The oldest of the brunettes sighed. "This is not a TV series." Suddenly she remembered a certain TV crew, who looked innocent as if filming a family sitcom, and suddenly called out to her roommate in schooling matter: "Hey!!" She didn't even wait for an answer and grabbed the redhead under its neck, in a tight grip, trying to talk her out of it. "So it seems to me, that someone is still getting carried away by the opportunity. Is that right? I guess you haven't thought of do a similar stunt as the one that happened on Sunday morning? For what you need all those records anyway?!"

While Shirai was panting, it was another brown haired hunk, who mischievously think aloud. "Oh? Did someone finally succumbed to mental dysfunction? So let's put it to the test: (What came first?-- The egg or Misaka?)"

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Railgun's eyebrows twitched. "That philosophical question should be correctly as: (Which came first? The egg or the chicken?)" Her grip around the redhead tightened so much that Shirai got into trouble, trying to tap out.

But the tallest brunette was having a good time. "Within the context of our kind/species, I see no difference."

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Meanwhile: The dorm manager, who in the meantime also arrived in the dining room, after a moment of quietly observing the situation, watching teasing/snuggling between girls, decided to leave the scene, without getting involved in anything or saying anything to anyone.

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But Mikoto was already rejecting further arguing when she released and dropped her roommate to the floor. "That's enough! What do you really want here? I doubt you're here on tour."

For Worst chan it was again, like a challenging gauntlet thrown down for her, to have fun at someone's else expense. "Oh? So this is probably the first time you've asked this age-old question, isn't it? (Why are we here?) Today has nothing to do with that philosophical question. If you need to know, rumors are spreading pretty fast." Although she brought her own palm to her mouth, she had absolutely no intention of hiding her mocking grin. "Hey,-- Miss Original, I heard you had morning sickness. Could it have something to do with yesterday, with white veil you had on your face? That someone, was having fun and hop danced all night in bed, with all its energy as long as was possible? So when?, can we expect the newest addition to the sisterhood? Or has that already happened?" Interested, she looked at Mikoto belly as if trying to see a pregnant mother's belly.

While Shirai, lying on the floor, widened her eyes at the picture she imagined: (A crowd of mini Misakas, swarming around a hospital room. Mikoto sitting up-lying in the hospital bed, with a loving expression of a mother, rocking the newborn baby in her arms.) The redhead moaned so loudly that one would have thought she had almost permanently lost her voice.

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But the tallest of the sisterhood turned her attention to the shortest. "Hey, hey, brat: I wonder,-- from a family kinship perspective, should we consider her a sister or a niece? With the speed with which the Madam Original is approaching things, we could expect a new series to be released soon. Do you think, the newbie get a first name appropriate to the event that led to it, or are we going to stick with the number system again?"

Small girl with a brown mane, had a skeptical expression. "Eh, I almost certainly think, that this explanation doesn't fundamentally match the reality of how things work. However, it's Onee-sama we're talking about here. Misaka as Misaka explains, with serious concerns about her position as a heroine for a certain person."

Shirai on the ground, passing from one daydream illusion to another, until she reached one where she suddenly awake. Jumping to her feet, grabbing her head with both of her hand as if she intended to do a serious scratching, she shouted to the entire dining room the solution to one of the mysteries she was puzzling over: "Then that means, that the supposed 'farm' is just a code name and what they are building under the dormitory is actually a maternity hospital for Sissy!!" She immediately received another side kick from Railgun.

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Number-Three risen her warning fist and shout. "Get out of here!! I really, really done whit those nonsense's from yesterday! In fact, everyone who shouldn't be here should get out!! This is not a playground!"

Yet Worst stay mischievous. "So, are we completely ignoring the fact; that there is an unprotected, unmonitored, almost secret path under the walls? That way, the wolves can sneak right into the forbidden garden and back out unnoticed. Or, was it meant so that the local foxes could go out for an evening romp with gentlemen, so that none of the 'Garde' woman-guards know about it?" [Garde, a person accompanying a girl to a party.]

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Mikoto with a sudden kick from the turn to the side, shouting: "Cheese!!", she sent the grinning devil in question, flying over.

With a painful groan, Worst fell to the ground and grabbed her sore side. After a while, a group of girls approached her to help her to her feet. At the same time, they were very interested in her white and pink AoDai dress. They quickly got her up to they pace and somehow managed to rope her into not, only the discussion circle that suddenly surrounded her, but practically attention trapped her. At the same time, they took great care to have her full attention.

The little one who came with her, succumbed to the temptation of sweets when she was surrounded by another group of eager girls. They had to squad down, to her to get to her level, while admiring her cuteness. She too, was already caught into an attention web.

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Railgun took a deep breath and exhaled. "Thinking about it, I've have behind me a pretty rough few days. So I'm not interested in your jokes. If this is seriously some method of keeping me in this place, then say so! Or is there someone else who demands my attention, to the point of deserving a kick from me?!"

Although silence fell around her as she threatened violence, loud footsteps broke the silence as one of the students who was to this moment standing at the edge of the room, began walked towards Mikoto. By just the sound of the steps, girls around can tell, that was not a ladies walk style, drilled to girl on this school. As the crowd parted to make way, the brunette walked proudly towards her sister. In her hand she carried a PET bottle with a suspicious liquid that was definitely not tea and certainly exceeded the standards for smoothies, even for extreme nature enthusiasts. Just glancing at that bottle content will make many goosebumpsand be in high alert against it.

To Kongo Mitsuko's recapitulation remark about "Nineteen? With Misuzu it would be like Ten fingers on hands.", this (mysterious Misaka), conspiratorially grinned, as if she knew more than was being said aloud.

As this Misaka was walking towards the Railgun, one of the sisters approached Mikoto from behind to whisper into her ear. ("By the way, Misaka tried to inform you before, about one person who tries too hard to look like little sister.")

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The oldest brunette's pupils dilated. She immediately remembered a certain incident with a shapeshifter, who used a stolen skin of its victim to change appearance. Looking like a different person, its ultimate goal was to break the network of contacts that had gathered around Kamijou. But this hero, managed to defeat the shapeshifter, before he could reach her and steal her appearance/shape, to pretend its her. When she secretly listened to their conversation from around the corner, she learned that others would come, from whom he would have to protect her. For a moment, she imagined that it wasn't her who was protecting those around her-- but rather, it was her who those around her were trying to protect. Her blood boiled so much that the veins on her forehead appeared. That's why she overheard what her sister was trying to say next, even though it seemed important. The though, that the shapeshifter had intentionally injured the person whose form he had taken on could have been to blame. Remembering Friday's ordeal in the underground passage, seeing the perfect twins must have given the thief a cunning idea. However, Mikoto has quite a few sisters and it's entirely possible that there is one somewhere who has been attacked and maybe still waiting to be rescued. Railgun almost without thinking and in a fighting mood, barked at her image, which had stopped walking a few meters in front of her. "How could you?!! Do you realize what you've done and that you even dare to come here, stand in front of me and act like nothing happened?!! Just to look like this, you ripped someone off their own skin!! Didn't it occur to you that the one you attacked has feelings, you asshole?!!"

She would have rushed at that person, throwing punches and kicks, if the sister behind her hadn't suspected something was wrong. She grabbed Railgun's entire left hand in her own grip to hold her in place. She tried in vain to calm her big sister, who already had a clenched fist. The other sister even rushed to came over, trying to convince Level-five, that it wasn't as she thought, that she mistaking.

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But their original did not listen to them, or rather tried not to hear them and continued to rage at number nine. "Do you think you can get away with it?!!"

Targeted brunette, whose body language was revealing a pride bordering on arrogance, stopped her doing with a puzzled expression. Almost reflexively she tilted her head to the side as she tried to figure out what had been said about her. She pulled a pinch of the fabric of her uniform forward to get a better look at it. Even when she look like the rest of the serial produced sister, her voice and manners lack the emo aspect and girls touch. ("What the weed [hell] are you talking about? Steal a skin? Will I get away with it? Like a give a dump [shit] about ladies private garden.")

But suddenly it hit her what Railgun probably meant and her expression darkened. "You really are more oblivious than a fired brick tile on a tiled white marble floor. Aren't you?" She looked at the five sisters very sternly, pointing at the violent one. "You haven't thought about that thing about Aztec warriors and their kink of wearing the furry coat of hunted prey, as trophies, or to gain their likeness? Have you?" Suddenly, a vein of angry blood shown on her forehead, and with a combat-ready expression, she spoke out against Railgun. "Do I look like some barbarian from the rain-forest? Dark-skinned, dressed in animal fur, sneaking behind trespassers and whatever will be a next dinner? How about I point out a controversy! [Bullshits!] Aren't wearing a leather boots, purses or a belt, actually the same principle? But I don't see that ladies having a problem with that, or turning into a cows, bulls, bears, eels or alligators."

This Misaka with bottle clicked her tongue annoyed. "Tcs. Stubbornness is one thing, but I also have to ask myself, if you really have a brick in that head instead of a brain?! [Are you retarded?] I'm a proud Viking! I don't need to steal cheap costume jewelry. [Unnecessary crap!] Just so you know, we have a blacksmith who creates items of such high quality that your High-Tech improvements would pale with envy." For a second she had a puzzling expression. "Do you idiots forget about the primordial origin of mascara make up set and its original power, don't you?"

Once again this one pointed at herself with thumb. "I bought this uniform, by express bribery in the style of: (Take my offer now, or forget you ever saw me!) You wouldn't even think of all the things one will give up without second doubt, if the right price is presented right from beginning. [She was slapped across the face, with a hand-fan made of banknotes and she sold it immediately.] You're welcome, so pipe down already!" [Shut up!]

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The original brunette had a very incredulous look. "Then what do you want here?"

The Viking brunette's eyebrows were bouncing from dialing. "Seriously, no one explained anything to you? Or when someone was already involved, somehow it happened, that you simply turned off your hearing? Or is it some local joke here (How long will it last?), that you don't know anything, when everyone makes excuses (That someone else:) will tell you? Ha! I'm laughing from ear to ear at you. Flip them up! [Are you stupid, (Yes!) girl? Screw them!]" She wasn't laughing from ear to ear at all, and she wasn't even smiling. She was more like a radiating constant anger. "So you know, it's quite simple: Obviously, normal people won't like the idea of ​​a meteor the size of the moon, hitting their kid's school. Usually it's just a matter of time before they parental worries, will flip a (lets go insane switch). So, before the normies will start loosing it and escalating things, those in the highest positions send scouts to go and see who gets nuts, who pulled out of storage their own 'weapon of doom'. [Senile retard holding a keys to the atomic bomb.] The Aztecs at least had an excuse in this regard, that they were waging a war they didn't provoke and they ran out of patience with the baddies alibi machinations and excuses of the bystanders. [To hell with the human shield, let's blow up the baddies den, with the whole island.] You were probably thinking, that this had something to do with the fact, that a certain 'lady', by trickery of the higher-ups, got involved in the conflict back then, because she didn't like something like that, and now its drooping on her all at once. Did anything from the last few days really seem Aztec to you? " She took a breath. "You think too much of yourself, you brick!!" [You are not that important, stupid!] She pointed her index finger at the Railgun. "Do you really think, that yesterday, you dodged that bullet with your name engraved on it? Even though there were so many volunteers who willingly stood in its way?"

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At this reminder, Mikoto became flustered and a drop of sweat appeared on her face. For example, the brown haired guy wielding Dark Matter, after being hit with a feedback/ curse, he looked seriously mushy/ wounded.

The other brunette ran her open palm through her hair nonchalantly. From the front, through the top, and back like some cool troublemaker. Then she pointed at the sisters. "So, in general idea, that these people behind you wouldn't mourn you if things go bad, a certain librarian and a certain frogman deigned to check on you. Subsequently, a certain prescription was compiled and a certain medicine was mixed up. But since someone failed to deliver it last night, (For a reasons!), a short straw was pressed directly into my hand, for my late arrival on the scene. [Where have you been slacking/ hanging around so far?] However, by the time you deigned to stop by the infirmary, time had already flown by and the prescription had to be adjusted. But what wouldn't one find out?-- That famous rich girls hospital like infirmary, that is supposed to have everything, in fact doesn't have everything. So someone had to go away for a moment to find what they needed to alter the medicine. But wonder the world; when they return back to room, engaged in wild arguing, they suddenly find themselves hurling insults at an empty bed. Do you even know what it feels like to have your ward kidnapped right under your nose?-- I let myself be fooled so much, that I fell into my own trap, which I left there in case someone unwanted slipped through. So your nice little hospital needs a makeover. But the biggest blow was when it was discovered, that a certain restless patient had deigned/dared to wake up, when nobody watched and just leave. Especially, when that somebody, must have enough sedative in its system, to stay knocked out until tomorrow morning. I am done with this tag game. So get ready! You're going to drink this!" She lifted the bottle with its very dubious liquid contents and ominously unscrewed the cap.

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But it was not to the liking of a particular brunette. "Forget about it! You won't get that thing inside me!…." *gloo, gloo, gloo...*

In the blink of Railgun's eyes, the other brunette, make a quick step forward, removing the distance from equation and was standing right in front of her. The neck of the bottle had already fallen into Mikoto's mouth and the liquid contents were already pouring down her throat.

#3 wanted to take a step back, but the second sister from quartet immobilized her other hand just like the first one done. The third one pressed against her back and the fourth one made sure she didn't cough while drinking.

Shokuhou was still sitting on her ass on the floor where the other level-5 had released her. She couldn't get up and no one thought that she really couldn't get up and was sitting there for sulks or for the heroine effect. [lady in trouble] She immediately reached for the TV remote. But the Viking brunette with the bottle, deftly kicked the tool out of the blonde's hand. Whereupon the siting girl with stars in its eyes, make the most helpless expression.

Kuroko also ran in, but was pacified by a half spin kick, which made the redhead so happy, that the brunette couldn't get it into her head.

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When the gurgling stopped, the sister from the north in the Tokiwadai uniform, threw the empty bottle aside and without a word or gesture, started to leave the scene by walk speed.

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The freed Railgun coughed for a moment, and it was clear on her face, that the mixture was more disgusting than it seemed to bee. But as soon as she could, she shoted after the departing person. "Wait!! What the hell was that?!!"

Viking turned to her nonchalantly, not looking like she want to answer. "If you want to know so badly, visit those chatty/ talkative Lacrosse Girls. You can't miss their shop."

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Mikoto's eyes widened. "Are they in town?"

Viking clucked her tongue in displeasure at that rhetorical question. "Tcs. Even your boyfriend is less brick hardened than you!" When she saw the dismissive tsundere reaction on Mikoto, she threw her hands to sides. "That's unbelievable. I won't even talk about my and him, joint adventures under the dark cover of night. Like when we threw a street lamp into the conversation. We had food on a griddle at one table. Then we broke into an impregnable tower with the aim of rescuing a 'lady in trouble'. As a plot twist, she kicked my ass on a first encounter and wander off to caused trouble for random anyone she met. She even cross the path with the white guy with anger and personal space issues. Like, (Don't touch me!), hard mode. In the meantime, we engaged in extensive vandalism, in the name of true heroism. (Level-five's favorite time spending.) In short recap, it's fine. You should have been there!" She looked as if she was telling an old funny story. "If you'll excuse me for now. I still have plans to wake up a few sleepyheads. The advantage of Academic City is, that you can track shipments and redirect the pizza to where it's needed. It's understandable that normal people won't know the difference between a coffin holding a sleep agent and a box of china dinning porcelain when faced with magic, even if they have their (High-Tech) around them. Also, I convinced the local brains, to redirect everything the meteor morons wanted to get directly here, to a certain warehouse. Where it would be okay if something broke there, like one shooting the building itself. Yet, I have to get a few answers from those who tried to sneak into your much-prized garden like this. In summary, this city didn't impress me, barely passing grades. So, you gentle ladies, you'd better sit back behind a table and have tea, I have work to do." After these words, she just nodded and started to leave.

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But it was Kuroko who addressed her again, closing to her. "I'm sorry Misaka dono, but as a member of Judgment I simply cannot overlook what I just heard. Circumstances as a mitigating factor for engaging a civilian is one thing,-- but in this case I will at least go with you as an observer to avoid any additional damage. "

Mikoto has already steamed that she will scold Kuroko, to try do her judgment work.

Except the haughty brunette with the face of Shirai idol didn't like the proposal in the slightest. In one smooth movement, she turned to her and grabbed that pretentious face in her own palm. She pressed the redhead's mouth into a grimace with her thumb and forefinger so that she couldn't say another word. Yet the Wiking growl. "Girl, girl, forget it! I know your type. In this boring grove, you are like a 'dryad' who, for a little attention and pleasure, constantly getting into the path of any passing virtuous warrior. Moreover, if you find interest in him, (something that you like), you will hop and dance around him, demanding a cuddling regardless of the consequences that it will bring you. When I saw you today in the infamy, I didn't heal your wounds from yesterday dancing around, so that you would then jump in front of my blade, and I would cut you down like a tree or an annoying obstacle." Her grip tightened, but only to direct the braided girl's attention to the free fingers on the hand she was holding her whit. An orange blades shot out of them as if it were a battle fashion accessory.

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From that close, you could probably hear a gentle buzzing from how the powerful energy that flowed through them. So Shirai eyes wide fully open at the plasma blade. (high energy/ electric - arc/ discharge, capable of cutting steel plates like a warm knife through butter) It was clear to her from the first glance, that with one careless swing of the finger, the 'Viking' would cut her into slices. Also it was obvious that there is some mysterious force or rule, in play that contain that power, preventing her face or that girl fingers to get vaporized.

Seeing that the redhead stiffen, the brunette continued, in annoyed tone: "You're like a satyr who will joke, flirt and shower its attention on anyone they deem appropriate. No matter how many times they got slap or kick. But I don't joke around. As long as you hang around me and shake your thigh narrow ass in front of me, you'll get what you asking for, in full. I won't even bat an eyebrow when you later complain, that you didn't think it would go this far. I won't even be moved, when your current love interest is seething with envy and demanding from me to take responsibility. I don't care! So unless you want to have an illegitimate baby, don't cling to me! Better, redirect your attention from this god to that goddess! Put your head on her lap and let her pet you like you're an obedient dog. Because if you still don't get it, ask yourself why your divine girl, is so irritated with me for walking around here. The answer is more than clear,--" She leaned closer. "It should be clear from the name alone, but lets drop the formalities. She's Railgun, the lady of lightning and electricity. I'm Thor, the lord of lightning and thunder. In other words... a boy." Then she let go of the redhead, harshly pushing her away, who staggered and barely kept her feet. "You've chosen the wrong focus, you big-mouthed maid. You better get into that black and white uniform with that white headband. Because at this rate, you'll show up in their bedroom on their wedding night, dressed as a night duty maid with an adult toys briefcase. You be asking, if you can assist them, refusing (No!) as answer. You won't even realize it and you'll be a 'doula' taking care for a bunch of screaming newborn creeps."

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Railgun considered going to support her Kouhai, who for a moment looked like she was going to fall on her ass from the confusion. But, in the end, Mikoto had to wait because her other current roommate [Inoue] still refused to let her go.

As Thor was leaving, waving her hand with a plasma blades as it dissipate in harmless particles; he/she stopped for a moment after a few steps and turned her upper torso toward Mikoto with a more welcoming expression. "Oh yes, I haven't congratulated you on your wedding yet. But I guess I wasn't the only one who didn't get Sunday's invitation. Probably dint wanted me to spoil the weeding photo by creating a purple-blue monocle on his face." The tsundere blushed when she was addressed. "The next time you meet (you-know-who), tell him that Thor says hello to him. Then give him a big slap on the cheek and tell him that I shed a tear. (Of frustration.)" She struck a pose in which she seemed almost sad, that it wasn't her who was wearing the white veil yesterday.

But suddenly, this (Misaka?) awake/break out from some kind of charming, feeling a terrifying horror and an infinite outrage settled on her face. Stomping the floor, she urgently swing her hand toward her own face and slammed her clenched fist into her chin so hard, that she felt dizzy and gasped. A few seconds of staggering passed as she endured the pain before she screamed. "What nonsense [bullshit] am I blabbing here!! He and me?!! Don't be ridiculous!!…" She seemed to analyze something aloud. "Appearance and speech patterns are one thing, but I even think like these fragrant flowers!! Screw You!!; You say, that it's a subliminal effect of this area. Heck no!!; Its the dam artifact, that is to blame, and it's been doing it on purpose since the design!!" Her face contorted with anger. "That black dwarf [Dvergr] did it on purpose!! So she and the group can laugh, when a maiden romance happen to me!!…" She make a dark smile. "As soon as I get back, she will pay for it. [I will beat the shit out of her!] And I don't care if that soda can [Mjolnir], screams like on the whole planet!! She'll pay for it!! I'm not going to get fooled [prank] by some sneak in jokey, second-rate curse, on an artifact she made!! Someone's going to have a really bad day today!!!" [I gone beat someone, badly!] With a battle cry, this brunette stormed out of the dinning hall.

The shocked audience could only make rare comments about the lack of ethics or rude manners.

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Mikoto was having trouble getting her temper under control, but her blushing was slowly leaving.

This brunette's attention was caught by the blonde who was still sitting on the floor because it still didn't occur to anyone that it wasn't on purpose. With a forced smile, she tugged on Number-Three uniform so that she could speak in a whisper. ("Misaka swan,-- I can't get up, help me to my feet!")

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Railgun gave Mental-Out a judging look that seemed to ask the speaker the question (What is she still doing here?). For some reason she was suddenly cold. "Fine, I'll help you." When Inoue released her, she lifted the blonde from the ground to her feet. Yet... She immediately pushed her into the hands of her four sisters. "Like a fat clumsy toy, this way you'll not only be safe, but you'll be providing companionship to someone who directly asks for it."

The honey-haired girl gulped dryly as she physically felt the almost envious gazes of a certain foursome, descend in perfect unison and fixate on her body curves. One of the quartet passed on a note about whether they should make an appointment for Liposuction. Then the Queen of Tokiwadai started lashing out, saying that no matter what they imagined, it would not help them in any way to achieve their dream goal. Right after she got the answer: (Progress is built on trial and error.) she started to panic, but the four had her firmly in their hands.

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The oldest of them watched with some internal satisfaction, but her attention was caught by the long-haired version of herself, who only reappeared in front of Mikoto when Thor disappeared. The long-haired girl squatted next to her and stared intently at the skirt of the Level-five uniform from the side. So Railgun obviously had to ask the question, "What is it?"

Dolly looked up at Mikoto's face and her thoughtful/pensive expression was so innocent that it made the older brunette feel uneasy. "Is Onee-chan actually a Onii-chan??" [Is the cute sister/sissy actually a cute brother/bro?]

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The tsundere almost passed out. Blushed from ear to ear with clenched fists, she could only give a curt answer. "Wha-- what do you think I am?"

Then the long-haired girl lowered her gaze to Railgun's hips. She reached for the observed skirt and wanted to lift it to look directly at the answer. (She do it.)

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Of course, it take a second two for short-haired to respond. Remembering that she is not wearing her extra shorts, but a black lingerie, she take a defensive action. Her hands shot to her legs, to hold that fabric down, so her skirt continued to cover what supposedly shall. "You're not serious??!! Everyone stop making stupid comments so you can have fun!!" She suddenly step away from her sister, swinging her hands around to gain more personal space. But Dolly make a silly smile at her sister reaction. So big sister run out of patience. "Ahhh I've had enough!! Why are you still here?!"

Yet the other girl was not threaten by Railgun. "Eh, it's about that aura that goes with him. Unlike Onee-chan, who shoots lightning,-- with Thor-kun, I feel like that lightning will hit him at any moment. It gives me goosebumps, just like during a storm. Does Onee-chan have that problem too?" Dolly asked thoughtfully, glancing at the blushed face of the oldest of the sisterhood for a moment before returning her gaze to the skirt in question. "So, how is it? Is big sister a Onee-chan or Onii-chan?"

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But Kuroko was already in a rage. "No way!! My Sissy is definitely a lady and I have irrefutable proof of that!!" She shouted, determined to prove her point with evidence or a fight.

But not even a second after she said that, Mikoto grabbed redhead by cheeks with a very irritated expression. "Ku,- ro,- ko!-- I am very interested, what proof do you have of which you speak?" She deformed the cheek of a pervert who might have started brandishing risque photos, or worse, if she hadn't intervened immediately. She suddenly thrust her into the arms of the presidential couple. "I've had enough of this!! Kuroko!! If you have time to screw around, you should be doing something useful. These two have been after you all day. I'm sure the tasks you've been avoiding all day are pretty good accumulated by now. So show what a hard worker you are!" Subsequently, her voice softened. "Kuroko, I can tell you from my own experience, that the stage you're trying to reach, is too much for you yet. So stay where you are for a little longer." She turned her attention to the crowd. "Just so you know, even if I am marked as Level-five, I'm not standing on the highest stage, that is out there. There's another one above me, on which I'm considered as weak and need protection. Quite eye-opening. If you have a problem to stand up against the fifth level, then stay away from that stage all the more. Speaking of which, today I heard a several statements and claims, with various mostly dubious origin. Don't let any of this get under your skin. In fact, don't even bother with it. It'll only be your fault if you get carried away and ended up doing something stupid. So get back to the festival, so I can wrap it up here."

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Kuroko was once again bursting with pride so much that if she had a bushy tail, she would be wagging it excitedly like a dog. "That's our Tokiwadai Ace, she always takes care of her acquaintances."

Yet the level-five sighed, averting her gaze at no one. "Oh common. Don't take them too seriously, or they'll tell you anything they can think of."

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Whoever Shirai tongue was sharp. "You're speaking from experience, right?"

"You are no better when you peel the bait not only with a hook but also with a reel!" She bark at her, watching as the pair of female presidents literally dragged red-head away like a sack.

[To be continue]

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[Notes, Wiki, comments, thoughts]

-Be aware that I translate this from my story made in different language. As some of the puns and figure of speech, practically lose meaning and sense the moment they leave the language culture of origin, I practically needs to reinvent them. In other words I not just translating, I am writing a new version of a story with changes across chapters. And it sometimes taking a quite mental burden. So no wonder, that with all the things around me, I have already a five months delay, and I am not still at the last day. So take this as my apology, but I still wiling to take this ship, through its journey, to its port.

-Surrealism, or superrealism, is an artistic direction that seeks to liberate the mind and emphasizes the subconscious. The words "art direction" are not entirely accurate, because surrealism means not only an artistic direction, but also a lifestyle.

As for the topics, both literature and painting dealt with the same areas - women, sexuality, the world of dreams, etc.

-werewolf and similar name: In a lower form: a person who temporarily (as a curse) turns into a wolf under certain circumstances (especially at night), behaves like a wolf or/and performs various evil deeds, regardless of whether left to its own fate/impulse, or under someone's control (mostly with malicious intent). After the transformation ends, he usually does not remember anything, feels tired and falls into a deep sleep for several hours. In a higher form: He can do transformation on purpose, alone or with help, with the help of a magical ritual or under the influence of lunar or demonic forces, in a certain period of time he turns into a wolf, but with a humanly functioning conscience. In Demon Form: This is the best combination of human and wolf form. According to legend, a werewolf bite can kill a vampire. In contrast, werewolves are said to be a separate ancient race and have inhabited the Earth since time immemorial. In Heavenly/Divine Form: They take the form of a giant wolf, mostly white or black in color. They can potentially summon a ghostly wolf pack directly from the grave with a howl. It can be a shadow clones pack. In divine form, they can have such a powerful soul that they can reshape their own body as they wish. (Kerberus - a three-headed giant dog guarding the entrance to the underworld, or more precisely the exit, so the sinners cant escape.) A foreign word for "werewolf" is lycanthropy (lycos - wolf, anthropos - man)

-Vrk, a really angry wolf with a dense hide, big enough to be ridden like a horse. Mainly known in the service of the dark lord's mostly orc/goblin elite unit.

-San, the most common polite address similar to Mr., Mrs., Miss. It can be used not only for a name but also for a profession (In a bookstore, a salesperson: 'honya-san' - Mr. bookseller), sometimes san is also used for companies, food, and animals. (Somehow used as pointer: We talking about this.)

-Chan, suffix used when addressing children, people, or animals that we have known since childhood or very intimately. Using chan after a full name (Mitori chan) is less confidential than after a diminutive (Mi chan)

-Tan, a suffix used mostly by small children who have trouble pronouncing chan, san, or often before starting elementary school. In other cases, it is exclusively used for girls. Among adults, it is used in a romantic relationship in private to show affection. In clubs/bars and the like, female staff can use 'tan' for themselves as part of their 'customer care'. So when 'Ghost chan' (AA-cup) was inspecting the body of Shokuhou (D-cup), as a joke she named babies of Misaki.

-A Freudian slip, also called parapraxis, is an error in speech, memory, or physical action that occurs due to the interference of an unconscious subdued wish. An unintentional error regarded as revealing subconscious feelings.

-A Mirage, an optical illusion caused by atmospheric conditions, especially the appearance of a sheet of water in a desert or on a hot road caused by the refraction of light from the sky by heated air. (Shokuhou use a moisture control, so she shall be capable to create a water based illusion.)

-Three clothes in the wardrobe. -A reference to the poor student's wardrobe, when the well-heeled classmates look into it and see: 1.: One school uniform. 2.: One normal civilian outfit. 3.: And one cheap nightgown/chemise.

Constitutional monarchy, is a monarchy in which the power of the monarch is limited by the constitution (hence the name "constitutional"). The constitution is issued by the monarch himself or by the parliament or other constitutional assembly. A monarch (usually a king or queen) has only a representative function. As a rule, the political function is performed by a politician authorized by the parliament. Constitutional monarchy developed in Western and Southern Europe in the 19th century. (in England as early as 1689) to limit the monarch's power. The opposite is an absolute monarchy.

-Lobotomy, a surgical operation involving incision into the prefrontal lobe of the brain, formerly used to treat mental illness. Lobotomy is the severing of connections between parts of the brain. It can be an (incorrect?) reference to making a hole into a skull (by a nail) to reduce a brain liquid pressure, that pushing on skull and brain. In option of Misaka Worst; she uses a nails instead of coins in her railgun, and can threatening to aim at head.

- AoDai - [Áo dài] is a traditional female folk dress from Vietnam. It comes from the south of the country, from where it spread already during the Nguyen dynasty. Nowadays it takes the form of a fitted cotton tunic worn over trousers. In the late 1980s, the Áo dài became a school uniform, making it very popular. (Wiki) Yoshikawa gave this dress to Misaka Worst so this Misaka wouldn't be in her 'adjacent' arctic battle suit all the time. Yoshikawa had a sad smile at first considering how good that girl, looks in that dress.

-The 'heroine' effect- A lady in trouble, or rather a lady who often gets into trouble. Waiting to be rescued by a hero or often rescued from a problem by a given hero. Does he need a hero because heroine attracts trouble. From story perspective, hero don't means male and heroine don't means female. So we differ between male/female on position of lead role, protagonist, hero, heroine, antihero and so on. Its a sad that morphinan opioid, know as diacetylmorphine and diamorphine also know as Heroin put word Heroine into a bad words filter, because it turning its victims into people who are need to be saved.

-Mascara is a cosmetic commonly used to enhance the upper and lower eyelashes. It is used to darken, thicken, lengthen, and/or define the eyelashes. Yet from magician perspective it can be directly refereed to shape-shifting, like when that Aztec warrior used a piece of skin to shape-shift into previous owner of the skin.

-Lacross, is a collective sport originating from North American Indians. It is played on grass with a ball and bats with nets. Over time, other versions of the game were developed. In this case of a 'Lacrosse girls', is a reference to the four suspicious girls from England in these uniforms, who are more than a lacrosse team.

-Dono, (or tono), means approximately 'Lord', even if it is not used much nowadays, it can still be looked up on written awards and the like. In 'manga' and 'anime' it is not so unusual. It is used in two forms: Humble: It means something less than 'sama' but more than 'san'. Equal: Addressing each other with powerful or important persons.

-Dryad, are forest nymphs in Greek mythology. These fairy-like creatures, mostly attractive woman's, lived in trees from which their name was mostly derived. They could potentially represent the 'embodiment' of the soul/spirit of the tree in question. According to older myths, their fate and even their lives bound them to them. A dryad's life began with the sprouting of a tree, but if the tree died of old age, lightning, or human intervention, so did its dryad. Later, however, the prevailing opinion was that they were not tied to the tree, but lived freely in forests, groves and caves. The dryads were said to be all beautiful, cheerful and loved to dance. Their most popular companions were 'Sirens' (Such as Asanuma Reiko, because Kuroko is immune to the charming personality of both Presidents.) In ancient times, it was believed that when a person cut down a tree, it caused the death of its dryad, and if he did it with bad intentions, he had to reckon with by being punished.

-Satyr, in Greek mythology, it is a creature with the appearance of half man and half cap/goat, considered more like a mountain or forest demon. They accompanied the gods, especially the 'god of wine'. They moved in groups like a merry company, they loved wine and other pleasures. They were self-possessed, chasing nymphs, dancing and playing music, especially the flute. It is stated that they were essentially cowards. They were also seen as shepherds of flocks, but they were not very friendly to people: they ambushed shepherds and frightened pilgrims. They could potentially advance to demigod level. In European mythology, this description represents the fall of the devil. (Kuroko can bear a lot of resemblance to a Satyr, not just in looks, as her mood-based changeability suggests.) Satyr has nothing to do with 'Satire', they're just similar sounding words.

-A doula is a professional who is specifically trained in labor and childbirth support. Your doula is there alongside your doctor and nurses to help ensure your emotional and physical needs are being met. You hire a doula yourself and pay their fee.

-Thór (warrior), Dvergr (blacksmith, real name Mirian) and Mjölnir (guard, in the form of a cylinder/barrel), are members of the Gremlin magic cabal, using mostly magic based on Norse mythology. Under the guidance of their cold leader, each of them took their own type of magic to a master level.

-Liposuction, Medical procedure, suction of subcutaneous fat from problematic places for body shaping, which cannot be achieved by exercise or diet. Severe overweight or obesity cannot be solved with liposuction, which is obviously not just about subcutaneous fat, but mostly fan around organs.