One thing must be given to the chatty lacrosse players: Whatever their talent lies in, they always have the best interests of their customers in mind. (Or at last that seems to be the image of those mercenaries.) Mikoto quickly dropped the subject of visiting one of the city's landmarks known as the 'windowless building', not allowing her companion to say even half a sentence on the subject, and immediately interrupted her roommate by saying that she was not an idiot to leach at that 'active fortress'. She knew full well that barking up this tree would not be wise if she still wanted to think about her sisters. But she dint say that aloud.
Since Mikoto was a bit irritated, she temporarily abandoned her plan to pursue the evasive answers to her questions. Since her idea was going nowhere, she suggested that Kuroko decide where they should go next.
Of course, Shirai immediately beamed with joy and was already checking how much time she had, or she wanted to quickly check something online. But she barely managed to look at the current time and the body hair on her stood on end. Then she sank to the point of tears. Her disappointment was so obvious that her roommate asked if she was okay. As it turned out, time had moved faster than the redhead had expected and in order to make it to her scheduled meeting, she had to leave right now. Her expression revealed that she definitely didn't want to go there. (Or, if we thinking about conspiracy, that Mikoto will not go there.) She was already thinking out loud about calling a taxi.
However, Misaka after a sigh put at end to her roommate dilemma, commenting that today simply wasn't going according to either of their plans. Therefore, she exceptionally allowed 'Kuroko Express', saying that it might help them both clear their heads. But she really was empathizing, that Kuroko will take it easy.
But since Teleporter was somehow not up to the task, Railgun looked for something she could use as a surfboard to fly over the buildings using her electromagnetism. This time it would be an express train in the hands of Mikoto so that Kuroko could get there on time. Of course, it was clear that Misaka was joking, and that Shirai wouldn't risk the moment when she would actually start thinking about it. There was no need for further argument, so Kōhai, with a half-offended expression, took her Senpai's palm in her own. Misaka's friendly grin was a clear message that her little cheer-up trick had worked. If we think about it, Railgun was capable of traveling fast if necessary, but the cheating speed travel was the thing of the younger girl.
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And so, this duo jumped through the sky, buzzing from place to place, except...
The brunette noticed that the redhead's palm was a little warmer than it usually should be. That her increased temperature and redness in her face definitely had nothing to do with her personality or passion this time. Also the signs of sweat and exhaustion, told her that something was wrong with her partner.
On normal condition, Kuroko Shirai, can use her teleport ability in a relatively fast sequence of 50-meter-long Tele-port jumps. In some sense, when fly through the air, high in the sky, or above ground, she can outrun a sport car or even bullet train traveling at 300 kilometers per hour. But not this time, as the express literally dragged on. The redhead was acting too cautious, when she not only shortened her jumps, but instead of a bird's eye view, she literally traveled by jumping from roof to roof. They even took a break in the form of a short walk on the roof from one edge to the other, from where they jumped further, over the abyss to the next roof, skipping a street or alley.
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Railgun didn't have to use her bio electricity body scan skills to know that something was wrong with her roommate. Therefore, after one such jump, Mikoto broke free from the holding palms and immediately hugged her roommate tightly from behind, so tightly that they stopped her in place. It wasn't a strangling grip around the neck, but the brunette's hands went lower, around her shoulders, aiming for a gentle hug, leaving the redhead's lower arms barely free to gesture.
Of course, Teleport scare jumped in a panic, her jaw clenched in terror and she blushed because her Idol was holding her so close to her body that they could both directly feel each other's heartbeats.
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Before the freshman could formulate her (Whats going on?) question, the senior spoke kindly to her. "Kuroko,-- I guess you didn't forget that we shouldn't push each other, did you? We have the day off, don't we? You know we can walk, or take a taxi, maybe a train, like everyone else. But if it's a meeting you have to go to for work, call them right away and tell them I won't let you come. Besides, the doctor was right, having an alternative options to chose from, makes a big difference. That's why I'm giving you one right now, so no heroics act today! Okay?"
Shirai was in a panic as she turned red as a tomato. "Ara, ara, Sissy. What are you suggesting to me?? That resisting the seductions of that imp with a devil's tail will mean, that your heart has finally opened up to me? To your one and only soulmate? Under normal circumstances, I would jump for joy if you suggested that we run away from this city together." She began to be overly theatrical actress like in a play about the thorny path to the desired love. "Oh Fate, why are you testing me at this very moment? Why does true love have such a painful timing? Is this some cruel test that put my resolve into a tests, in the unquenchable warmth of love between us? Should I jump into the arms of my one and only and embark on our saga around the world? Or should I insist that we remain a students for a while longer? That it is too soon for us to fly out of our cozy nest at dormitory and establish our own nest for our future familia, because there is still time for our love to mature like a fine wine?"
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Misaka smiled. "Your tongue is really more agile than anyone else's. How long are you going to pretend in front of me, that nothing is wrong with you? Or do you really want me to scan you with an MRI and describe to you exactly what I see? While I'm at it, should I ask the hospital doctors, what you told them, to let yourself out of there? Because, if you're going to keep up this pretense, I'll drag you back to the hospital myself and this time you won't be able to get out of there with excuses. Or should I visit Anti-Skill headquarters and convince them to temporarily take away the Judgment bracelet from a certain workaholic? If they're going to stubbornly squirm like you are, I can imagine they have plenty of toys, that would be more fun to test against Level Five, than your mysterious meeting, which smells too much like a work. Or a castigation."
The redhead knew very well that with her roommate there was only a thin line between just a theory and putting that theory into practice. Especially when she preoccupied whit almost anything that had captured her thoughts for quite some time. As Shirai vividly imagined such a siege of Railgun taking on Anti-Skill head on, she immediately flinched, her hair waving like tentacles, revealing how much she disliked the idea. Who knows?, as a Herald, how much she hated not only to look helplessly weak in front of her Idol, but even to be an open book in front of her. Switching immediately from her love-struck disillusionment to her usual demeanor with the cocky cut tongue of an alleged lady, she began her sermon: "I beg you pardon! Who among us has a more agile tongue than a colt? So that you know, I am against to be accused of lying to you, purposely. I didn't even wriggle out of the recovery program in the slightest, it just took..." She thought for a moment. "...alternative approach. That's what my scheduled meeting is about. On the other hand, you have something to say, Sissy! The commotion in that weird shop can be overlooked when it comes out that they owe you a favor. At last they had a decency to discourage you from amateur usage of they goods. Except that (not so much joking) about vandalizing key institutions of the academic city comparable to a terrorist attack didn't work out for you. But if you need to let off steam, I must especially encourage you to visit the Game Arcade, at least your dizzying pace will find adequate use there." Someone could almost feel her struggling to utter these words. "I have something else to be responsible for this day, so please continue without me. See you in the evening, Sissy." She didn't wait a moment and teleported out from Mikoto's arms straight to the edge of the roof. But before she jumped further, she paused for a moment and half turned back to look at her roommate with a pleading expression. "Sissy, try to stay out of trouble for a while, okay? I'm not the only one who's worried about you." And with that, she disappeared.
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Mikoto stood there for a moment, watching Kuroko to teleport from one rooftop to another with unprecedented caution, so as not to make a mistake in her calculations. When she disappeared from sight, the brunette sighed. "Hmm, it seems that verbally evading a problem is a legitimate strategy, applied by many. It's not like carefully thought-out excuses are my biggest weakness or something. Are you trying to talk me out of worrying about you, Kuroko?" She mumbled, not believing how far a certain junior policewoman's pride, not showing weakness, would go. (("Not only did you not tell me a single word about your meeting, but also where you wanted to take me. But judging by the direction you headed, I doubt it's a familiar place. Our dormitory, the 117th Branch, or the Anti-Skill headquarters are a bit out of the way. But if she's meeting Thor, I can imagine why she's not at all thrilled about it. No, that's not what she doing.")) She folded her arms over her chest. (("What's more, you didn't even realize that you left me on the roof with no stairs or ladder leading down. Not that it would have been an obstacle for me. Yesterday, it would have been, or if you had left Saten or Uiharu here, it would have been impossible for them to get out of here without help.")) She sighed again. "Well, I'll arrange it somehow."
She peered over the edge of the roof into the side alley. As soon as she was sure the path was clear, she jumped down a few floors without hesitation.
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A few streets later.
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Not even a few minutes of casually wandering through the side streets, had passed when Mikoto noticed the sounds of a commotion. Without thinking about it, she automatically headed towards the source of the distraction, located in an iconic dark alley.
A generic group of teenage hooligans, who must have been disturbed at their break (loitering), surrounded a long-haired redhead in a loosen high school uniform of dubious origin with a mini skirt. Her deep red hair tied into two ponytails on the sides, just like Kuroko's, evoked fire. The pair of jet-black ribbons with which she had her mane styled, not coincidentally, resembled enduring flames. In short, at first glance at this girl, one would get the idea that this one is a defiant fire, not just attracting for trouble, but actually begging for hassle, as it seems that both sides are set for a conflict or a fight.
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Either way, Mikoto wasn't going to miss this opportunity. With a smile on her face, she literally walked into the center of the imaginary circle. "Hey, hey! It was pretty busy weekend in town and someone's already making a fuse? Don't tell me you're nervous about not getting involved in anything."
Although the hooligans snickered and made remarks about the rich snob beauty's, lacking knowledge of danger into witch she walked into it; it was the redhead who turned her full attention on the new player on the alley. She leaned in too close and sniffed the brunette as if she were smelling a bouquet of flowers. "Sniff, sniff. Sniff, sniff."
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Only now did Misaka deign to look at this girl for whom the concept of personal space probably didn't exist and that's probably why she got into this problem. If the long-haired twin tail girl's attitude towards this situation surprised the short-haired girl, the all-too-familiar expression on her face and appearance simply threw her out of her thoughts. Because if someone cross combined her Emo sister and her sassy Kōhai, they would get what was standing in front of her now. A pigtailed redhead with a hairstyle like Kuroko, with a figure like her and somehow taller and older that the redhead Teleporter. Even that face was like a combination of the two. With a semi-emotional look and eloquence that strongly reminded her of Inoue and the rest of a certain collective. However, with the passion that was Kuroko's own when she was in fire mood.
But now this wonder was fully engaged, if not outright captivated, by the Tokiwadai student as she smiled wryly. "I smell, I smell, some serious firepower. You're a pretty powerful girl, aren't you?"
The hooligans standing around were amused by how the young hero [the one who came to save] took a step back in clear defensiveness from the heroine. [the one who needs saving] They even started making funny remarks about how their fun had doubled.
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The brunette, however, was wary not of the group that surrounded them, but of this person. "I can take care of myself pretty well. You probably need some training on why to avoid dark alleys." She tried to take charge/lead of the situation in her (big sister to everyone) style, but this fusion of Inoue and Kuroko in one person was unstoppable.
Redhead nearly started to dance with excitement. "But, I wanted to let off some steam and have some fun as a (damsel in distress). Who would have thought?, that my acting skills would be so perfect, that I would attract a handsome hero who would come in at the moment of need and save the cute heroine from her troubles? What a fateful meeting. On top of all that, you're my type! A surefire Jackpot!" She gave her a thumbs up.
The hooligans gave the impression that they wanted to have even more fun, on behalf of those two. Therefore, asking whether the dear ladies knew what kind of trouble they had gotten themselves into. To emphasize they statement, they dragged out to show off their wooden bats, iron chains and other (cool like fashion) accessories, suitable for the back alleys hooligans setting. They directly reminded them that excuses would not help them.
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Misaka only gave them a fleeting glance before returning to the redhead who had moved very close again, observing brow girl with an imagined fire in her eyes. "It's like a meeting of two worlds, old-school and high-tech. At least they don't lack determination." She tried to push her admirer away with both hands, to the distance of her outstretched arms. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll take care of them first."
But the redhead refused. "No! I'm so excited, that I simply can't take the position of heroine anymore. On the contrary! You girl, you will take the position of heroine for now and I will be your hero." She made a small turn, stepping back from the brunette and so that everyone could see it clearly... somehow... she pulled out an iron crowbar from the folds of her uniform. This was not a toy, inflatable balloon, or foldable baton; this was a real solid piece of iconic iron used to break wooden boxes, doors and such. Ignoring the wide eyes of the spectators, she pointed it at the alleged leader of this gang: "So guys, state the rules for this duel!"
The determined group of teenagers had confused commentaries on the crowbar itself and especially from where she pulled it out. Especially since it was too big and sturdy for her to have hidden anywhere.
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But Mikoto gave her a (Are you serious?) look, when she momentarily used electromagnetism to verify that the crowbar was really real and not some illusion the girl will bluffing with.
The redhead blushed in a flirtatious mood, as she swung that crowbar like a cheerleader. "Ara, Ara... Boys, why are you asking about that? A girl's body has many mysterious secrets, nooks and crannies." On the other hand, she got an idea. "I got it, we'll fight for a warm reward. The winner of this duel of ours will receive a hearty kiss from our princess."
Of course, when she pointed to the girl next to her, those standing around froze in amazement. They even blushed as they though about it, and silently glanced directly at the new girl.
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The person in the equation, however, didn't share the general enthusiasm and just barked at the long-haired girl. "Do I have the right to say anything about this?!! I can't believe that you're like a combination of two people I know almost intimately, who can get under my skin. How can you think, that I'll agree to such a ridiculous thing?! What gives you the right to decide it for me?! Is it the uniform?"
But her insistence fell on barren ground as the redhead's hair rippled with passion as she gently twirled it. "Experience, girl! Experience!-- That's why I can say, that we have more in common than you think." In a moment she was (Fired up?) making a nearly comic hero introduction, with speech and pose. "Even though I have a steady partner, I am benevolent towards those in need. As a hero, a fighter for; (love,-- justice-- and the fine arts); it is not only my credo, but also my mission." She took a step closer to Mikoto.
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The fiery redhead had such an impassioned expression on her face that Mikoto raised her hands in a clear defensive gesture to calm the other down.
But it had no effect on the girl in fire. "No worries, as long as it's within Senpai – Kōhai boundaries, then it's: Okay!" She took another step, to which Misaka responded by stepping back against the wall. "I can literally see from you, how much you need my gentle tutoring!" She took another step, accompanied by a step back from her dance partner, who wanted to say that she was not interested. "Even though our hearts belong to someone else, through platonic coexistence, the experiences you will gain as my Kōhai, will help you achieve what your desire!" At this moment, they were already walking in a duet of two same polar magnets, when she almost pushed her in front of her.
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But the alley wasn't wide enough for more than a few steps, and Mikoto eventually stopped with her back against the wall, just as the long hair prompted her to imagine his face. As her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed.
Seeing this reaction, red-haired almost froze in place, switching from one train of thought (girl in love) to another (teaser) in a split second. "Wow! Who is that handsome guy who flashed before your eyes?"
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But the brunette completely blushed.
Of course, this made the redhead put her free hand to her cheek flirtatiously and smile tenderly at Mikoto like a mother would at her little daughter. "Wow? You're helplessly down onto it, up to your ears. Aren't you?"
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This of course snapped Misaka out of her disillusionment, until she blindly throw a few fist in front of herself to push away the other one.
The girl gracefully stepped back in time to avoid being hit by the half meaning blows. As if the experiences she was talking about, allowed her to pull an imaginary string on Mikoto and at the same time not to overstretch it, lest it snap and the lady in love go berserk. It really seemed that she reading in the brown-haired girl like in open book.
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With a strong shake of her own head, Railgun freed herself from her blush. She set up an offended tone, and she peel herself away from the wall. "This is unbelievable! Is today some special day, where everyone I meet, are having too much fun on my account, or what? First, those lacrosse girls; who had a lot of talk and jokes, but no help, and in the end they just make me angry. Then that swindle on the roof and now this? On top of that, the resolution of what last weekend was about magically escapes me through my fingers, including the people who know something about it. The answers itself evade me like a bug repellent. The explanation that someone really jumped the gun and dragged a lot of people into their infatuation, who said to themselves (Why not?), is definitely not enough for me, to accept as an answer. So as long as nothing is holding me back here, I'll go my own way. Sorry to bump into whatever you playing here." She nearly clicked her tongue discontentedly and added under her breath. ("Maybe I should look on the net, but I doubt I'll find anything better than guesses there.")
As the brunette tried to walk away, the redhead spoke to her again, but this time she drop the act. "Okay, have a safe journey, girl. But something about your story intrigued me. Did you happen to visit a certain snack and souvenir shop a little way back?" When she saw that the short-haired girl immediately stopped walking, she continued with her questions. "I'm not going to ask if Lancis was still behind the counter or any of the other New-Light foursome. Instead, I'll ask directly if your intention was to get a certain review from a certain red-haired reviewer with a fiery pattern, who is popular among young girls and don't get it? Because otherwise I can't think of any other reason, why you would go there when you shall have no use for anything else, they selling." When Mikoto slowly turned to her, she pulled out a few pages, folded/interfolded into a compact size, with her free hand. She make a trump jingle as she rise her hand to show it. "Da-aaaah!" The widening of Mikoto brown eyes was enough to answer her questions. "One leaflet review, from someone who was on the front lines is worth more than the delusions, guesses and edited versions you could get from the net." As she started waving them around, she remembered at her expedition, proudly puffing her chest. "Aaah, how lucky I was to have managed to get my hands on the last piece they had. I totally feel like I'm holding a treasure from some dungeon in my hands. But since you're such a sweetheart, definitely my type, who gets my blood pumping until my heart goes (boom, boom) with excitement; then as a parting gift, I'll explicitly allow you to click these pages with your phone camera. That is, if this review, is exactly what you're looking for."
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It didn't take a second before Mikoto pulled her Gekota phone out of her pocket. But as soon as she looked,-- glanced at the pages, still in compact size, she froze, her excited face, now showing signs of shock.
The red-haired semi-Emo looked surprised, and her surprise deepened when she glanced at the review in her hand. The paper pages seemed to be burning with an invisible flame. Little by little, the treasure turned into black ash and get blew away into the wind. "What's this? I'm not that hot [in heat] to set my own things on fire." She woke up from her surprise too late. She did tried to save the review, to sweep the invisible flame away, but she couldn't save it anymore.
As the two girls with their fallen jaw bone watched in bewilderment as the last remnants of the ashes were carried away by the breeze/wind, their attention was caught by the malicious laughter of one of the hooligans. Without the slightest hesitation, he confessed that it was he, who using his own ability, had incinerated the report from a certain women's magazine. He was reportedly very annoyed that they ignored them as if he wasn't there, and this seemed like a fitting punishment to him.
Immediately, a verbal argument broke out in their group of troublemakers, as to whether he had got nuts or something, and they even accused him of being retarded.
One of them didn't like his behavior, which was too much like vandalism, and that he simply shouldn't have carelessly destroyed someone's personal property.
Another of them insisted that, although he had initially thought those two chick just reminded him of someone, he now remembered: He insisted that the brown-haired girl seems like the violent weirdo from TV, with the big sister complex. He gestured very forcefully when he pointed out that she was extremely strong compare to them.
It almost seemed like the hooligans were just talking big and had no intention of actually starting a fight. They just wanted to look cool or talk a shit. Anyway, now most of them wanted to back off. Back out of this mess before it was too late. It even seems that they are ready to leave.
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Mikoto, on the other hand, couldn't help but look embarrassed.
Meanwhile, the previously excited ponytail-haired Emo suddenly became vaguely cold. "Hey, girl. I guess hoping for a miracle like your phone just clicked the pages and you got it, is futile, I am correct?" After a negative answer, she continued. "Are you interested in kicking their asses?"
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Railgun seemed to be calm at outside. "Actually, I would use a different phrase, but the result will probably be the same."
As they walked towards the hooligans with clear fighting expressions on their faces, the group realized something was wrong. However, they were unable to stop the (retarded) offender from reaching out his open palm to the redhead. Even though one of them scolded him not to dare do that to the babe's clothes.
The long-haired girl stopped in front of him, looking at his move as nothing was happening. "Huh? Are you trying to do, what you did to that paper, to my clothes now? Boy, what a pervert you are. Before you destroyed my precious treasure, I might have agreed to the given scenario, and play along a little. Revealing a little here and there. But this time, it's a big (No! No!). Moreover, my clothes are soaked with the ether from my soul, your ability is simply a little short to work on them. On the other hand, you deserve to get explained, why I will kick your ass extravagantly. That review wasn't just for me; I wanted to get a bonus points, by looking cool, while delivering it in front of the person I care about. But because of you, I have nothing." Her voice got quite cold, enveloped by wrath. "Now,-- know my anger." And her eyes lit by imaginary cold light of incoming doom.
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The perpetrator cowered in front of the redhead as her palm tighten around the crowbar in her hand. With a desperate expression, not even daring to raise his own weapon against her. He instead try aiming his open palm at the other girl.
But Railgun was merciless. Even her usual warning shot was just for show this time. A blue flash illuminated the dark, side alley for a moment. She effectively and brilliantly fried the troublemaker to the point where he fell unconscious. In fact, all the hooligans fell to the ground one by one, electrocuted, unable to defend themselves.
When the electrical crackling stopped, Redhead settings was back in rapt amazement, her eyes wide. "Dam cool! That was extravagant enough. Wow!" She looked at Mikoto next to her. "You're an electro-master, aren't you?"
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Level-five take it as compliment, tilting her head for a second as she look away. "A little bit." (("I'll probably keep quiet about the fact that the most powerful in this city."))
But twin-pig-tail girl was leaning dangerously close again. "Can you charge your phone by yourself?"
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In a split of second the tension was gone and they were in causal mode. "Why is this your first question?! And what are you doing here anyway?"
"Oh..." The long-haired girl paused for a moment as the seriousness of her own situation dawned on her. "I have a problem. I simply don't have time to find someone else, who would allow me to click on that review. From the net, it will only be inaccuracies or guesses, and the official report will only be released after a long time, rewritten under the influence of censorship, which will shorten it by the important details." She grabbed Misaka's hand pleadingly. "Please, come with me!"
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This take her aback. "What?"
"I wanted to get cool, by getting the details of the incident, but in the end I have nothing. I have empty hands, that's not cool, but lame. I need a witness, who can testify to what happened. Otherwise my excuse won't be believable and I'll ended up scolded, lectured. I have a semi-date arranged at a particular almost luxurious restaurant. (Well, not directly luxurious, but it make its name.) I'll pull it for you too, if you come with me. You're hungry, right? Besides, it definitely doesn't look like you have any plan other than (You have to go to class.) as an excuse to reject me. Just confirm my version and that's it, I don't want anything more from you. Girl, please! I need your help."
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The brunette was fed up. "My name is not a girl but Mikoto!" But finally she rolled her eyes around and sighed. "Okay. So where is the restaurant?"
Without her comrade noticing, the redhead tucked her crowbar into the folds of her clothes. "Actually, I don't know yet, but I have the address entered in my navigator." She pulled out her phone and selected the app. Since Mikoto had a curious expression, twin tail showed her the display showing the (optimal route).
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Misaka's eyebrow twitched once. She grabbed the phone to check it out for herself. She was back on her horse very quickly. "What's with this route-finding app on the academic city map, that only uses dark alleys and suspicious side streets?"
Yet the other one proudly raise her finger as she grin. "Ho, ho! As an experienced gamer – otaku addict and adventurer, I'm not afraid of any challenge and this is the closest thing to (dungeon raids). The app even sometimes gives the probability of a combat encounter using mysterious calculations, based on the latest news and the weather. The adrenaline from an unknown adventure gets my blood pumping."
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"I'm deleting your app!"
The emo chick tried to save the app, outstretching her hands, but in vain against the princess solid defense posture. So the redhead started complaining, in completely different dramatic love role play. "Aaaah, how could you? We haven't even exchanged first names properly and you're already accessing the sacred apps on my phone as if we were engaged for years. The contents of my phone are a forbidden garden for everyone except its owner. We haven't even had dinner together yet, and you already have a firm grip on me. What an unfathomable fate that has dragged me into this toxic relationship. I'm not one of those people who are into kinks things like that."
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"You're really getting on my nerves! I was told to relax today and not to get stressed out! Cool down, because I'm seriously this close to zap you." She threatened her with a warning sparkle escaping her temple.
This finally made the redhead stop. "Oh, that's you line. So, cool." She make a neutral posture stance. "What can I say? Making a strong first impression is simply something a good girl needs to know. I understand, although I'd like to experience what it's like to be struck by lightning that doesn't intend to kill you, for now I'll try to keep my composure of a dependable senpai. I'm heading/going to have an important date, aren't I?"
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Railgun, operating the red girl phone, finally reached the destination address and after entering it into her own phone, they were ready to go. "Here's, I am returning yours back. Tell me your name! As I said, mine is Mikoto."
The redhead hesitated for a moment, but then smiled. As if she were a classy lady, she lifted her skirt a little, cross her legs and slightly bowed with a bow suitable for a lady. "Kukoo, a warrior for love, justice, and the fine arts. --At your service."
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The Gekota mobile phone in Mikoto's hand creaked, under the pressure of Railgun grip spiced with anger. Her sour smile didn't hide her thoughts. (("Even her name is something of a combination of the two.")) [Kuroko, Inoue]
Kukoo just smiled. "Does that remind you of someone?" Whereupon they both finally start to walking out the alley.
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And so, a few questionable navigational decisions later.
These two girls...
...they managed to get lost on their journey through the city.