Electric Princess [Railgun]

Misaka Mikoto arrived at the community hall, which was actually another building on the ground of the Tokiwadai Dormitory, neatly integrated into the whole dormitory complex formed by the other buildings. The extensive parquet could host not only balls, but also sports events. Of the two on opposite sides, there was a wall with net protected tall windows to let in plenty of natural light. The entire third side was covered by a raised tribune for audience, and the fourth hosted a stage with a huge articulated screen. If you add to that the thick automatic curtains not only on the stage, but also on the windows, then this hall could easily serve not only as a theater, but also as a cinema, or in an extraordinary case as a lecture class, if by chance the school grounds was out of order. The second floor was this balcony like ring going around and above the main floor on thee sides. Include railing it containing some bookcase shelves and small tables with chairs. Like in fancy theater it offer the possibly watch the action on the floor below, stage and also the screen.

From their dormitory, there was a direct access to the second floor, which was now fully occupied by Tokiwadai students, while downstairs was a semi-circle around the stage as a secondary stage. The rest of the down floor, as well as that tribune, was filled with a crowd of visitors. Decorations, symbols and flags of Tokiwadai or the academic city were hung here and there. Along with the accompanying music, the whole place resembled something closer to a knight's tournament than a typical school presentation festival. One can nearly expect to see a knight's in full body plate armor to clash for lady hand and fortune.

Mikoto, watched closely by the girls from her school spread out around her, on second floor approached the railing. She barely had time to peek down from the floor, and Kuroko appeared next to her, wearing a blue women's office jacket and a black ribbon with the word organizer on her shoulder. "Sissy, it's about time!" Before the surrounding girls could finish greetings, or motivational encouragement like 'good luck' and the like, Shirai drag her somewhere behind the scenes of the main stage. A few jumps latter and they were in the VIP corner somewhere behind the stage, as if in a blind spot from which you could not really see either the stage or the live backstage. As soon as they appeared there, she took out a yellow ribbon from the small bag at her side and was already fastening it around Misaka head, putting it on her forehead like headband.

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"What are you doing Kuroko? What's the ribbon for? Are we at a sports festival or something?"

"No, but we have such a disparate collection of people that we came up with such a solution for better orientation. Yellow, like you, are the participants. Red is for the judges. Purple is the moderators, organizers and staff. Judgment has its green sleeves. And Anti-Skill, you can't miss the blue uniforms. And if you ask about the organizer's black, it's only me and Uiharu. That shall prevent any cross-fire. If you ask about the program, it's just a few questions and then an improvisational competition. Just wait and let it see for yourself to be surprised. We got a few extra people who willingly joined..." Kuroko hesitated for a moment as if searching for the right words. "...to successfully conquer today events. So Sissy, please, for once, keep your temper in check at least until the end of this party. Yes?"

Whoever as the redhead tried to talk some sense to the Level-5 a certain very excited Level-0 Saten Ruiko burst into their conversation shouting a devil wits: "Let's tear it down here!!" Shirai jumped, and bad glared the black haired girl wearing a classy one piece dress. Her head and hair were decorated with many flowers woven into them. Probably the local ladies took advantage of her previous indolence and made her theirs mannequin. [dress doll] But Ruiko was full of elan as she lean closer to Mikoto. "You naughty girl!" She winked at her in amusement. "I have so many questions for you that I had to write them down, so that I don't forget any of them. Don't worry Misaka san, Uiharu and I will give you a break today, but tomorrow, you should invite us somewhere! But most importantly, don't forget to bring you know who."

They were joined by a laughing blonde with spiky hair, dark sun glasses, and a half unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. "Ha, ha. It's true what Ruiko chan says. You're naughty girl, but that's in the untamed wild nature of the Misaka family." His shorts pants were barely up to his knees and with those sandals on his feet, he looked like someone from another planet to the polished ladies of Tokiwadai. "Tsuchimikado Motoharu my name. In case anyone had forgotten, my little beloved sister at local ladies' services confided in me about you. Don't worry, Ruiko chan and I will be your support right on stage." He pointed to the purple scarf tied around their shoulders. Then they both raised their microphones as if they were magic wands, trying to make this cool photographic pose. "If something happens, we'll know it right away." He pointed to the tiny radio transmitter on his ear. Mikoto realized that except her, maybe everyone who participated in organizations or managed a group had that radio ear piece. In addition to contact via chat under Uiharu's supervision, the organization also operated in this way. All you had to do was press a button and everyone could hear you on their private frequency. Even some members from Judgment and Anti-Skill had them, even if they have they own radio network. The blonde guy saw that brunette expression and spoke again. "Our dear protagonist, don't worry about anything and leave everything to us." He even raise his finger making this (No! No!) gesture. "For now, everyone who having a yellow ribbon are VIP level eye candy, who shall just smile and wave its hand. Please remember, that even if something were to happen, there are enough of us to deal it with our way and you would only be in the way if trying to help. Just be a competitor, relax and enjoy the show."

Uiharu Kazari appeared excited and beaming. "That's our secret agent, as it should be." Normally we can see on her black hair, her wide headband with artificial flowers, but for now it was richly supplemented by live flowers neighbors. So that this time Uiharu truly resembled a flower pot. Perhaps she allowed the 'rich ladies' to do her hair and extended that to a hair-dressing, to arrange flowers as accessory. But thanks to her passion for this event, she probably didn't notice (what the ladies done to her) and won't notice it for a while. "Such perfect cosplay, including speech, is simply not seen. If we were in a movie, every viewer would immediately know that this is a spy. Working undercover while everybody on eyes, risking its live to save the world from itself. But let's save these words for later and let this wonder of the world out of our cages. Saten-san, Tsuchimikado-san, run to the stage. Shirai-san, you follow them for a moment." Uiharu thoroughly enjoyed being in command.

Both commentators waved hands to her as they made their way to the stage. Their appearance woke up the audience, who greeted them with applause.

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The brunette looked questioningly at the redhead; "Kuroko, what are you hiding from me?"

Shirai who jumped slightly at the question quickly switch the track. "By the way, until this event is over, don't ask anyone anything! Then I'll try to properly explain everything to you. Just be yourself and the day will fly by." At Uiharu's call to her, she also went to the stage to deliver the opening speech in representative fashion. The crowd greeted her arrival with applause as she stand in center of attention. "Welcome to the Tokiwadai Festival, we have prepared a modest program for your entertainment with the full cooperation of our students. However, if anyone should have the urge to step outside the bounds of good behavior: I must inform you, that our castration department is on full alert, ready to get into a work. Have bearing in mind that the Tokiwadai flowers are only for audio visual admiration. Then: I wish you a pleasant entertainment." The crowd applauded very curtly and rather forcedly while she 'elegantly' walked back to backstage."

Mikoto caught the attention of Uiharu, who was already sitting on a chair behind a small round table, already tapping on her laptop keyboard. "Wow! I could feel the enthusiasm in the hall going down. Anyway, that big mouth of hers was finally useful for a change. Even if it's a bluff, this prevention will make many think twice about trying something." Checking her data, she mumbled something to herself and then looked at Mikoto. "Misaka san, it's your turn and good luck. Please, even if Saten san suggested it, try not to ruin it here. Okay?" With a sweetheart smile, she gestured for her to go to the stage.

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The brunette looked offended for a second, but finally smiled, stepping in the given direction. The incoming redhead smiled gently at her. She didn't say anything, she just raised her palm to show that the brunette was taking over the baton. The clapping of their palms banished Mikoto's worries and she stepped onto the stage into the spotlight. Just when the commentators turned their attention to her.

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"And here it is, my friends!" The blond began, rousing the crowd to excitement. "#3 Level-5, Misaka Mikoto! Titled: Tokiwadai's Ace! A lone wolf. An electric princess who recognizes no rules but her own! The big sister of all and for all, who does not hesitate to punish anyone who crosses her boundaries! Almost ten thousand little sisters around the world, are proud to call her Onee-sama. Please welcome, the world's most famous Tsundere!!: The Railguuuun!!!"

In the course of the commentator's speech, the aforementioned brunette walked into the tape-marked square between the two commentators. The audience greeted her with passionate applause. She stood in a cool pose in which she would look good for the cameras. She tried her best to ignore her surroundings and especially the audience as much as possible, letting the commentator chatter as much as he wanted. However, the mention of her titles made her pull a coin from her pocket and get into her famous Railgun firing pose. Her own attack, the electromagnetic acceleration of the coin to three times the speed of sound, which gave her nickname. Of course she didn't plan to actually shoot it. In a closed hall and with a range of fifty meters for a given coin, it could be dangerous. She planned to catch it and then deliver the 'bang' message with an adorable wink that would hit their feelings more than their senses and still look cool. But already when the coin was in the air, Tsuchimikado blurted out a message about her sisters, which broke her concentration. However, as soon as the topic of Tsundere came up, she completely lost track of where she was. A vein swelled on her forehead, and when she grabbed the coin, she suddenly pumped it up with a really strong electric charge and without hesitation swatted it at the blond. A buzzing maze of discharges promptly hit the target. It zapped-shook the guy in the Hawaiian shirt from the bottom up until he fell to the ground, still grinning. Blood rushed to her cheeks with her heart racing. "Don't dare to complain! You fully deserve it, for that smart talk. Or do you really want a fight??!!"

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Of course there was the second moderator with tricky tongue. "What an impressive Improvisation. That's what you call being as natural as possible." Saten with glowing eyes literally pressed herself towards contestant, which made the brunette take a step back to keep her distance. "That was so amazing!! So cooool!! Oh how I wish I could do something like that too. It was like an arcade fighting game 'ultimate move' and an instant 'KO'. If you were a character in this game, it would be immediately clear why I chose you." Mikoto was completely lost in what the black-haired girl was saying and just stared at her with an uncomprehending expression. "It must be clear to everyone by now that this girl has some serious Esper muscles!!" Ruiko exclaimed turning to the audience. Railgun jerked her head towards the hot crowd to realize once again that she was under heavy surveillance. "So without further ado. Just one question for our number one fighter." She approached #3, grabbing her shoulder, giving her two seconds to breathe, when she switched to a serious tone. "Misaka san, how are things between you and your mystery boyfriend?"

Mikoto completely froze as if her brain had a short circuit. "What?!" It was all she could get out in her shaky voice. But as she returned to reality, the electric charge around them grew. The brunette's shoulder long hair began to stand up under the static electricity. Only when sparks started flying around did the moderator realize that the violent Tsundere bomb was already ticking.

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As if by God's intervention, an extremely annoyed throaty male voice rang out from the speakers. "Outrageously pathetic! It's only the beginning and you're already pressed at the wall again. You're resorting to the only thing that really works for you. Third, get your act together, or drop-out yourself into a shame corner! If you set to tear it down here, qait until 'that retardnes' is finally gone behind us! As long as there is more to demolish from this artistic structure."

Right after him, a somehow disinterested, but still urgent male voice was heard. "Hey, didn't we agree to prevent the demolition by any chance? Or are you seriously not going to rest until some building comes down? Not that everyone will go off on their own and a half of district will end up in the ruins? Are we in this together or not?"

And a tricky sweet female voice crept into the third. "Knowing you all, I must ask you, to please limit your rampage to outside of the Tokiwadai facility's and the Garden of Education. I like it here."

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Railgun got a shock. Even though it was through the loudspeaker, the voices seemed all too familiar to her. She hurriedly searched the floor, the tribune and the upper floor balcony, but none of the people there caught her attention.

Perhaps her friend Saten sensed what she was trying to do and by finger pointing turned attention of Misaka to the other end of the stage than the one Mikoto came from, where there was a table with three arm chairs turned slightly towards them.

Three people were sitting in them, looking at them. In the middle chair sat an extremely attractive blonde lassie [girl] with stars in her eyes. To her left, a skinny white-haired lad [boy] with a modern crutch leaning against a chair. On blonde right hand, sits another lad with black spiky hair and with an exceptional right hand. All of them had the red arm ribbon.

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A drop of cold sweat found its way down Misaka Mikoto's cheek as she realized who was sitting there.

First was: Shokuhou Misaki, #5 Level-5 Esper: [Mental-Out] An extremely attractive blonde, blessed with a lush bust. But at the cost of her fitness and personal record of 0 push-ups. She has a sweet tooth, and even though she is a genius, she is Anti-talent for all physical activities. Her long, bushy blonde hair is in honey color and even smells like honey. Additionally she like honey based product. She literally has golden like stars in her eyes. She wears long white gloves and stockings decorated with lace. She is the only one from Tokiwadai who does not carry their prescribed school satchel, but a fashionable handbag with a star in the middle. She does not hesitate to use her skills to troll others, thus hiding her mature, compassionate side even for her elegant selfishness. Nicknames 'Queen Bee' or 'The Queen of Tokiwadai' refers to her most powerful mind control skills. Due to the fact that #3's defense does not allow #5 to enter her head, there is tension between them, when Railgun refer her skill as Brain washing.

Second was: Accelerator, #1 Level-5 Esper and (main plan): [Vector Control / Accelerator] (That name loosely meant as "One way path" in multiple meanings of that sentence.) On paper, a student at 'Nagatenjouki Academy', but hasn't been attending for some time. He have white hair, red eyes, a thin figure and an eternally annoyed or angry expression. Perhaps the only smile he can bring to his face (full of darkness) is for his opponents, for them to realize, that they are facing defeat in the deepest sense. As the strongest in AC, he also supposedly has the best brain. But too deep involvement in AC dark/night side, led him astray, staring down at everything and everyone from the top position. He has refined the style and actions of the villain to a perfect dark art, often mocking other (supposed villains) for they slacking play. When only his death aura alone can defeat opponents through fear, build up on presented facts. He prefers black coffee and quiet places. But no retards and anything annoying.

Third of the trio was: Kamijou Touma, allegedly an unlucky Level-0x Esper, (Joker) and (other main plan): [Image Breaker] A broken build Protagonist. A college student from 'Certain high school' with black spiky hair. His right hand can disrupt all supernatural effects, be it magic or super abilities, including his luck. It often canceled the spoken phenomena and break stuff. He is an expert in housework, low-cost living and cooking. He is a hero who comes to the rescue of a person in need without being asked. According to Himegami, his life resembles a date [dating] simulator.

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("Hey...") Mikoto heart was racing as she didn't understand what was going on here. (("What are those three doing here?! How come they're sitting next to each other?! And what's with the fact that they're sitting here as a jury?! Who had this delusion idea, that these three could objectively evaluate anything? Not to mention judging in any competition?!")) With a fixed, downright bewitching look, she let out an irritated spark.

Kamijou immediately guessed that her eclectic spear might come flying at him in the next moment. Therefore, leaning over the table, he hastily extended his right hand toward her direction with an open palm, which would negate this lunge. "Hold on zapper! [Biri-Biri!] We came to help, not to brawl." His immediate defensive move backfired and only caused her to glare at him, unleashing an aggressive charge in air. Of course, his move alarmed the rest of the jury.

"I am innocent!" The blonde added urgently and with an innocent smile she gave the impression of an innocent, fragile lady in need.

On the other hand, the third member clicked his tongue in displeasure. "Tcs... Shit! Third, It's in your best interest to cool off! So shut up and act like a public hero-Idol figure!! That's your role here! Leave the retards who baring they teeth at Academy City to the professionals, you third class amateur!" From the audience's point of view, it was immediately clear which of the three judges would be the bad wolf giving the harsh evaluation.

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Of course, Railgun was planning to give them a proper interview if she hadn't been interrupted by a blonde commentator who rose from the floor as if he was resurrected. So she barked at him. "Hey! How come you're standing up already? You've taken so much you should be KO by the end of the day."

He spoke up in a low voice so that the brunette could hear him, but the microphone didn't pick up. ("Heh. I'm healing fast, Mikoto-chan.") But even so, his breathing was still irregular. ("Accelerator is right. For now, we need from you, to put yourself into a role as a the face for the audience. You'll will have yours time for questions later. Saten chan, put our princess in her place!")

The still excited black-haired girl didn't hesitate for a second. ("It's like watching cats screech.") She turned the brown-haired, sharply to the audience. "So that's our warrior princess. But watch out!, this rose has a thorns. Please clap!" As expected, her speech received a standing ovation. Mikoto wanted to object, but Saten pushed her out of the white square to the marked line further from the edge of the stage. ("Come on, Misaka-san, you're on pins and needles, so please: relax!") She whispered to her, but suddenly her enthusiasm waned. ("I'm sorry, please forgive me! I was just messing around with the demolition proposal. I guess it was really out of place to say and you interpreted it all wrong. Really, please forgive me.") Putting on the biggest smile, she folded her hands in a pleading gesture. But she dint wait for a response and returned to Tsuchimikado, who was just welcoming another figure.

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The next contestant was none other than a short or little nun in [Walking-Church] a white robe and tea cup set golden trim. Index Librorum Prohibitorum, a mage- Analyst: [Spell-Interceptor] (Collection of Forbidden Books. Walking library. Librarian. The books Index.) This girl of small slender stature with long platinum silver hair, is a nun in training. Her 'perfect memory' contains exact copies of three hundred thousand books of magic in her head. Each of these books is inaccessible to ordinary and weak mages who would probably go insane from reading just one of them. The knowledge of these books made her an expert for analysis of spells and magic as such. All she need to do is saw it with her own eyes. Although she forbidden to use magic, she may not and cannot use the power of library directly. But she still knows how to disrupt or take control of some spell [Spell Interceptor], whether to use supporting chants. [choral like singing] In addition to be a completely anti-talented at anything in the field of science and housework, the books [Gremoriars] demand a regular 'sacrifice' in the form of her bottomless belly.

Right now: With her robe/clothes hanging from her all the way down to the floor, (she will eventually grown into the robe), she got to the commentators and earned admiration for her warm expression and affection.

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The blond moderator step in to take the lead. "Please welcome our, Walking library of ancient knowledge! But please be careful when you let her read your diaries full of embarrassing stories. She will remember literally every single word and never forget it. This nun-in-training has a huge heart and an even bigger stomach. Her words hold the wisdom of thousands. Please clap for Indeeeex!!"

There was thunderous applause, prompting Index to enthusiastically wave to the audience. A moment later, Saten approached her. "So what do you like?"

"Many things but mostly: food, the magical girl Kanamin [TV series], and whatever Touma prepares for food. Especially some one-of-time culinary gems that he refuse to prepared again." Having a dreamy expression a saliva appeared at corner of her mouth.

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In contrast to Index's performance, Mikoto had already given her attention to the trio of jury from the beginning of that interview. The moment Saten pulled away from her, she shook off any thoughts of guilt for the disproportionate reaction the black haired woman's words, had caused in her. She shortened the distance between her and the table elegantly, by taking a step to the side. (Like a crab.) When she was close enough for them to talk without drawing attention, she hissed right at them in half voice. ("What do you think you're doing here?") She gave them a scolding look demanding answers.

("That's my question!") The blonde, in half voice, hissed back hotly. ("Just so you know, I'm here against my will. I was kidnapped and chained to this chair. Before I knew it, you were here. Normally, I would still be in my bed.")

("Shut up princesses!") The white haired one added in an annoyed sarcastic tone. ("The only reason I'm here is because the henchman/sidekick of the person I want to grab by the throat, will have an overwhelming urge to show up. I just sat down on a free armchair, drinking my coffee and already had this bullshit up my sleeve. I guess the blind flowers didn't realize that I'm just sitting here.")

("And I thought we were pulling for the same end of the rope.") The black haired one added. ("I'd like to explain it to you properly, but it's such a complicated ball of, (small things that pilled up), that it will take a while to untangle it. In short, Misaka is a media bait. So could we all work together for a moment to avoid mass riots? But... rather I have the feeling that you would stand up for the whole mass all by herself in this regard.")

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("That's unbelievable.") Misaka bark at them. ("Did you really just call me a troublemaker? Didn't it occur to you that three of the biggest ruffian troublemakers are sitting right behind your table? You're so good at it, that you three could start a club.")

("That's so nice from you. ") Shokuhou kept her stony smile, but her tone was decidedly hostile. ("If we were a club of ruffians, you'd be sitting here with us as our president. After all, you have the most experience in trouble-making out of all of us. Did you get it?, my dear with the meat brain?")

("Pche. Bullshit. I'm happy to leave the lead in this shit show to you.") White haired already dint cared.

("And it is.") Touma's spirit fell. ("It's already marked as a rowdy club, and I'm listed as one of its founding four. How to describe it?... In short, such a bad luck.") He finished with a sigh.

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For a second, Mikoto imagined all seven Level-5 esper occupying one such club room, each in their own way spread out around the clubhouse as if they belonged there, causally posing for the fictional poster photographer. But then she felt a stare from the other side. She turned her head to see Index standing on the (extended) line next to her. The nun stared at her with a serious expression. Misaka felt as if the silver-haired girl could see right into her soul. "What is it?" A second without a answer made her nervous. "If you have something to say, say it!"

"Nothing of what will I say, will help you. Short haired. For now." With no enthusiasm, Index assessed the (situation?) and frowned for a moment. "Yes... This will work. Short hair, I'll be watching you!"

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Her eyebrows shot up. "Today, is a day for a clever evasive answers, isn't it? Longhair."

"Normally, I'd agree with you. But trust me! In this case, you'll do more good if you stay (Out of the circle) for now. Don't worry, you'll be inviting Touma and me to that all-you-can-eat restaurant." She ended her speak by using the 'unbreakable warm smile of a nun' move, where her downright religiously comforting humble aura really shined. Her open arms beckoned the brunette to throw herself into it, bowing her head onto her shoulder or chest.

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Of course, Railgun got upset about it and almost wanted to take a step back. In vigilance, she mentally defended herself against this love-filled trap. She was already ready to threaten her with conquest.

However, her attention was caught by the excited shouts of the commentator. "So that's our Gothic Trio!! Febry!!... Janny!!... and Shinobu!!" The audience applauded enthusiastically as little girls [10 years old] waved to the audience, while holding hands with EMO Shinobu between them. Febry enthusiastically, but Janny restrained. Nunotaba Shinobu, is a girl with a depressingly austere expression and a penchant for gothic lolita fashion. She is a genius student from a prestigious university and scientist who created 'Testament', a program to instill basic knowledge and skills for clones. She was instrumental in the creation of Janny and Febry, two little girls with long blonde hair and a strand of hair sticking out, strongly resembling ant's head antennae to pick up the (mysterious) signal, as a reference to their abilities. Shinobu adopted them as her own after an experiment was foiled to give them the life they deserve. They left the city in that faith and now were back.

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In a moment they were also on the line with Mikoto and Index. After a quick greeting between them, Nunotaba was already asked the question: (How come they are back in Academy City?) So she answered. "It's just a coincidence. At one point, we got a one-time offer and came back. Even if only for a few days, because of the equipment at Gakuen-Toshi. Little things to do there, let these two go through this and the like. It's the same with this parade show. I have to admit that such an event could be a useful experience for them. But do not fear, we are all looking up to you, so don't let us down."

(("Fine. So she knows something too and decided to keep it from me. Plush she's only here by a chance? What kind of secret everyone keeping from me so intensively? Even Accelerator acts like he's following a damn plan. Touma is one thing. But for Shokuhou, for a change, to didn't know the first and the last of whats going on? I don't believe it."))

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However, the audience greeted another contestant with respectful applause. It was Himegami Aisa, Gemstone-Esper: [Deep Blood] 16yrs. This quiet girl with long black hair is often dressed in a red and white Shinto temple maid outfit. Her ability is actually a super powerful vampire fly trap and swatter. To prevent the extinction incident of her entire village, from happening again, she already wears a magic cross that suppresses her ever-active abilities. She's quiet with a somewhat blunt personality. She can come across as shy, uninterested, for all of that sometimes she is ignored by others. She like food and can be just as greedy as Index.

The commentator leaned into his role with enthusiasms. "This Miko [Shinto servant/maiden/priestess] came to us straight from the lonely mountains. The smell of her blood is so enticing that if she charms you, run away or you are trapped. In other words she dint hesitate to stand up for her friends to face a danger. Please welcome Himegami."

He gestured to Saten, and she began to ask. "So Himegami san, please tell us a little about yourself."

Looking and sounding emotionless, the shrine maiden began to speak. "My favorite food is meat. I'm a mage and this is my magic wand." From her sleeve she pulled a standard metal water pipe with a bent end. "However, I also have one that uses manna." She returned it to her sleeve and took out a telescoping electric baton from the other sleeve. She waved it around and a sparks escaped from it into the surroundings. "However, this one has a small supply of manna and won't last that long." The commentator also asked her what she thought about this event. Of course, she hesitated for a moment as she thought about the answer. "I'm extremely excited. I'm especially looking forward to the 'eat what you can' competition." She added, still acting disinterested, but a small amount of saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth, getting dreamy expression. Then the commentator Saten already took her to the line to the others.

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The blond commentator hadn't even started when a rascal laughing mini Misaka in a simple dress rushed onto the stage. She raced across the stage with a mischievous laugh. In no time at all, an angry lassie, rushed after her. Whit long black hair, dressed in a body-tight neoprene-like black uniform closely resembling a High-Tech battle suit, suitable for a pair to pilot a high-tech battle robot, mech warior or a space craft fighter.

The firs one was: Last-Order, a 10y Esper: Electro-master [Radio-Noise] (Control tower. Broken radio.) This clone with a serial number 20001, was not intended to participate in that experiment, but was made as a security fuse and MISAKA network access console. She was not planed to be let out of her growth chamber and not went through Testament procedure. But she has a relatively developed personality and shows her emotions openly. She has a habit of backing up her memories on the network. She has a habit of imposing her opinions, activities and goals on other sisters. She has a cheerful, ever-smiling personality, mount that hardly stop blabbing and a sweet tongue. However, like the other Misakas, she can't handle her own jealousy, and she extra overdoing. She has a kink for getting lost, and her hair antenna is capable of moving on its own when picking up a signal.

Other was: Shutaura Sequenzia, 16y+x Level-4 Esper: [Earth Pallette] (Rare Explosive Earth) She is the commander of a private special security organization. 'Black Crow Unit' overseeing security in the city. With a slim figure and long black straight hair, she is often seen in a skin-tight black combat uniform with gray, white and red detailing. She is a serious type, straightforward character who rarely shows emotion. However, sometimes she can't keep her anger in check. Her charm earned her unit loyalty and devotion beyond the call of duty.

The difference in speed between them was considerable, so it didn't even take a few seconds before the taller could grab the brat. However, before she could catch her, the little girl managed to throw the object she was chasing after.

But the object in question was nothing more than Miss Sequenzia's personal revolver. Before that weapon could hit the ground, Tsuchimikado rushed towards it. He caught it flying through the air, then did a somersault/flip from which he immediately stood up into a cool pose like: James Bond. At that moment, he turned the revolver in an effective pistol style and disappeared it behind his back, tucked into his pants, like in movies.

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The black-haired dropped the little brunette and wanted to bark at the blond to return her revolver, but he was faster. Still maintaining his role as a commentator, he excitedly called out to the audience, presenting them with new contestants. "Dear audience, I present to you the field Commander of an elite private security organization. At first glance, she is elegantly cold, but under the surface it is an explosive nature. Her accuracy is extra and her fingers on the trigger are faster than your words. Please give a round of applause for Sequenzia!!" The audience, who breathed a sigh of relief that it was an act, erupted into thunderous applause. If the cleverness of the big-mouthed little girl and the theft of the revolver enrage the battle suit girl; the Tsuchimikado daring speak took her by surprise. Then the audience completely threw her off rhythm until she famously lost the wind from her sails and stop.

She tried to ask again for the return of the weapon, or rather for its repossession by force. Plus she was definitely planning to give him one punch for using her first name. She didn't even have to take half a step and a super excited female commentator was already in her face. "Amazing!! Simply amazing!! This is the perfect image of my idea of a paramilitary High-Tech peacekeeping unit. A charismatic beauty relentlessly commands a group of elite muscled men's, who are willing to go above and beyond the call of duty, just for her. They enjoy both action and punishment to their heart's content in her loving performance, as well as her small clumsy missteps, or romantic moments when she shows her blushing."

That was to much for a serious type, she loses her cool and Sequenzia's face flushed bright red. "Wha- wha- what kind of nonsense are you talking about?!! Our unit is fully professional!! T- th- there are nothing like that!! No- no lewdness going on!!" She backed away from the other girl and covered her chest in a defensive gesture. "Protecting peace in 'Gakuen-Toshi' is our highest priority. Don't you dare to incite rumors with your words that there is something that is not there!! And don't you even dare to impose on me your misconceptions about how it's supposed to work!!" She took another step away from her. She quickly evaluated that blond moderator for its concealed close combat ability, but she decided that she wouldn't be able to retrieve her weapon for now. "This- this is stupidity! I'm leaving!!" She stepped forward offended, but only took one step placing her eyes on someone new on the stage, before she stopped in shock. But then her anger won over her and she shout: "AAAA it's you!!! Immediately, give me back my machine that you stole from me! You are both stupid thieves!" She pointed her finger at the person walking towards them.

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It was Inoue, equipped with her assault rifle. Without hesitation and with a stony face expression, she aimed her gun-barrel at the black-haired girl in high-tech combat suit and the elite pilot froze. "Correction, this Misaka didn't take your robot. Inoue challenging the wrongness of this accusation." As she walked closer to them, her aimed barrel went from Sequenzia through both moderators until it ended up pointed at the head of her Mini version from 1m close range. "Number 20001, you have incredible courage to show yourself in front of me. Return Misaka's EM Glasses immediately! Misaka adds menacingly with her war face." Her unaltered stony EMO expression caused confusion among the onlookers.

On the other hand, the little one's rascal good mood did not drop even at this moment, as if it completely ignored any hint of danger. "Number 10032, if you really think I still have your military glasses, then you are really dumber than I thought. All I can tell you is that I lost them on that day. Someone from here found them and returned them to me them. They're to heavy for me, so I put them on pile with the other suspicious looking things. Misaka as Misaka mocking you. Oh" She stopped for a moment, as if she had caught something. Immediately both brunettes turned their attention to the blonde commentator. One pointed a finger at him, the other a barrel of gun. "So it was the prize basket for the winners. Misaka as Misaka, translates the information obtained from intercepting the frequency used by the organizers."

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"Inoue demands that she be declared the winner so that her glasses will be returned to her. Misaka, threatening to use violence, determined to use all her means."

Aimed gun dint faze the blonde. "As for the glasses, I think they can be reserved for you, because the data from that device are useless for anyone who are not a electro-master. By the way, every participant will becomes a winner in general. All you have to do is join the competition, and that's it." The still grin smiling commentator added, whereupon the armed Misaka lowered her weapon, taking her finger off the trigger. The boy still grinned. "Exciting isn't it?!" Addressing the audience, he gestured to Inoue. "A life of total secrecy. What is like?:-- Secret missions? Life on the line? That's our secret special agent, Inoue. Code name Radio-Noise!" But then he gestured to little Misaka. "This little thing is a VIP. A walking broken radio, from her mouth spewing a wisdom from all over the planet. The last thing you want to hear loud out from her is a verbatim recitation of the embarrassing contents of your digital diary. Please clap for a bowl of eternal smiles, the Last-Order."

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As soon as he finished, Saten take the lead. "Robots, secret agents, espionage missions? Undercover adventure? Adrenaline action during the cover of night? Well..." She turned to the audience, pointing to the present trio of ladies with her free hand, while still addressing audience. "Who among you wouldn't think, if he saw Inoue, that he must be a spy, on a secret operation to protect an unsuspecting citizen whose life is in a danger? Straight from the battle front, into the dress of a noble lady. A veteran without common sense who stands out from the crowd, try as you might. Don't tell me it's not fun. Oh, comooon, we live in an academic city, so where's your sense of adventure?" Several hands clapped at the rousing speech and gesticulation.

Inoue didn't answer a single word, just watched the commentator. She stood at a slighter attention, gripping the rifle in a more comfortable carrying position.

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Ruiko squatted down to Last-Order height. "And this adorable little thing? Who wouldn't want to see an adorable mini version of themselves that is a broken radio in itself? I can't wait to hear what can tell me about me."

But the little one puffed its cheeks. "Misaka isn't a broken radio, Misaka complains urgently, as her name is Last-Order. As she does so, Misaka as Misaka is careful about her skirt, so it will be not be flipped by someone who is known for lifting women's skirts so high that the panties underneath are visible."

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"Wow! A direct hit in the black center of the target board." Saten spun around as if she had been shot in the chest by a bullet of love. But she stand up and turn toward the other black-haired girl. "And that brings us to number three. A battle robot pilot in a body-tight neoprene jumpsuit that reveals more of her feminine beauty than it hides."

Asked pilot blushed. "S- s- s- shut up! Okay? Stop it already! And- and where is my machine anyway? I'm seriously supposed to believe that someone who looks exactly like her took it from me. You can't expect me to believe such nonsense. It's like you point in a random direction and there's a perfect copy of her." As if on cue, Saten silently pointed in the direction where Mikoto was standing. Shutaura, followed the gesture and got shocked to the point, that it was obvious that she was losing control, and probably sanity. "Give me back my robot! It's the property of the organization." She added tiredly.

However, Mini Misaka had a different message for Sentensia. "Onee-sama didn't claim and doesn't have your cloaking spider that can climb walls. She has appropriated something far more wonderful with tremendous force that suiting her abilities more." She enthused. "The perfect original of the 'triple-A'. The anti... [Anti-Art-Attachment]

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She didn't had a time to say more, because meanwhile, Misaka Mikoto rushed to her. From behind, she grabbed Last-Oder waist with one hand and covered only her mouth with the other palm, so as not to suffocate her, but to silence her.

From the moment that mini version appeared, Railgun didn't know what to do next. She just stood there and watched with widen eyes. However, when the kid start to blabbing about 'triple-A', big sis went straight from zero to full speed.

But now she found herself in front of the audience, again. She sighed deeply. Not knowing how to advance from this point.

Tsuchimikado used this opportunity to lean toward Sequence, secretly addressing her so that the microphone would not pick him up. ("Common, sister. You've just gone undercover right into the targeted VIPs. How can you contribute more to peace, than being undercover as a contestant, waiting for the bad guys to show up? We're all aiming for the same thing, only your group is getting in the way this time, Miss 'Incident 88'. Don't worry, you blending just fine and I'll try to arrange for your toys to be returned as soon as it's over. What you know, you can become a senpai, and probably even to be asked to train them.") As a sign that he was serious, he returned the revolver to her, which she then slipped into the holster on her hip.

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Then Mikoto got up, lifting Last-Order slightly into the air with her, she froze for a second, but even then both commentators were waiting for her to say something. However, looking at the waiting audience, she did not come up with a single intelligible thought and so rather bowed slightly. She turned and strode back to her spot, still holding her hand over her mini version's mouth.

Ignoring the questioning looks of the others, Inoue walked up behind her older sister.

"Oh, and I wanted Radio-chan to reveal something embarrassing about Misaka-san." Saten was saddened, then she tried to push the other black-haired girl to the line to the other contestants, when Shutaura didn't have time to consider running away.

"Sometime next time Saten chan, next time." The blond commented before turning to the audience. "So those were our contestants." He loudly announced the continuation, forcing applause from the audience. It was quite noticeable that the audience did not expect such twists. "Perhaps everyone is now clear about the idea of today's battle day. They are little sisters and their big sisters!! Richly seasoned with sisterly love, secrets, mystery and slice of life adventure. Now that we know our contestants, it's time to introduce our jury." He pointed to the trio sitting at the table with the judges' red scarves on their shoulders. "First we begin with our white-haired dark hero. An indestructible tower standing atop the world of the Espers. For whom no opponent is too high to be an obstacle. We would like to ask you for a few words."

Accelerator clicked his tongue in annoyance as something like a poster, or rather a banner, (or it was a flag), unfolded behind him, showing a black rook chess piece. Additionally the unfolding release a few black feathers, that were noiselessly falling to the ground. He reached for the microphone unhappily. "Llamas." That was the only thing he said to everyone who was listening and he immediately dropped the microphone from his hand onto the table.

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Tsuchimikado grinned mischievously. "How apt! It's already clear that this titan gives no extra points to absolutely no-one. Forget your wits and trick, he have no filter to the word, that will directly land where they should. You're either top or you're not top." He gestured to the audience to applaud, but they started to applaud only with restraint. So he move to the next one. "Next we have our honey queen. Ruling the hive with the elegance of a true lady. Her big inaccessible loving heart captivated many bees in the flower garden. We'll ask you to say a few words."

Even behind Shokuhou, a flag with a honey-orange queen chess piece was unfurled. Red rose petals began to fall around her. "Friends. Let's have some fun together today. Ka~ay?" She put on a cool expression and used her fingers to form a small V-sigh near her starry eye as a gesture of peace. This already took the audience with clear enthusiasm.

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"And lastly, we have an entire planetary hero. The most powerful pawn who fought his way through a bunch of opponents using only his wits and right hand. An unaware harem protagonist that accidentally captured the heart of every lady he could."

At that, the third canvas was unrolled with the image of the red pawn chess piece. A few confetti flew to the sides. Kamijou himself was unable to speak as he immediately went into a deep depression, burying his head in his hands. Maybe he was capable to feel, some of the (more hostile) glares from the audience. "Such a bad luck."

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The commentator grimaced again, turning to the audience. "So, those are our uncompromising judges who will evaluate our contestants in the upcoming competition, but before that, a short break. Please wait for few minutes."

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[Notes/explanations (in case someone doesn't know something):]

The names of the mages represent the (unfulfillable?) dream, the reason they became mages and why they strive to continue using magic. Saying this name to the enemy means full-on combat.

Tsuchimikado is a spy working for the AC leadership [Chairmen Aleister] and Necesarius. [Church of England special unit] His magical name is Fallere825 [treacherous blade / backstabbing blade] His Esper ability is Auto-Rebirth [regeneration] which actually allows him to survive the spell-casting even though he is Esper. For them spell-casting is already a form of deadly Russian Roulette, and they can die in pool of they own blood. He loves his sister deeply.

Index's magical name is: Dedicatus545 Loosely means: "Dedicated sheep, protects the knowledge of the powerful."

Index's garment [Walking-Church] is an exact replica of the magical artifact, [Holy Shroud of Turin] which offers the highest protection against most attacks. So it is possible to survive a fall from a high-rise building without injury. (In her case, she botched a jump between rooftops (50 meters+) and fell down onto a certain boy balcony. (Clearly a coincidence, Right?)) This garment is so rare that only (three) people at the level of the Pope wear it. Although the Archbishop of England left the 'Walking-Church' to Index, to protect that girl. Although the artifact was neutralized thanks to a certain person's 'Image Breaker', it fell into pieces and is now just a simple robe held together by golden safety pins.

Gemstone -(Crafted Precious Stone) This is a reference to Espers who gained their abilities on their own, without using the academy city's ability acquisition system. These persons have a powerful AIM field around them. [every esper has it] Many nations tried to use the Gemstone to start their own Esper creation program, but all failed to understand the difference and programs failed.

A grimoire - sometimes known as an ancient text - is a text/ book/ collection of knowledge about magic, reaching so 'deep into the secrets of magic' that just reading it can harm the reader both physically and mentally. The grimoire is considered an extremely powerful magical tool. The original does not necessarily have the shape of a book or a scroll, but even the shape of a cut stone suitable for the palm of the hand. It's that they have a will of their own, demanding that their 'companion' be someone special who can use them and expand their learning. Also in general they desire to spread they knowledge, and in general is believed that this desire is actually what can hurt the reader most.