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[ Mikoto doesn't remember dying. Nor does she remember being unable to use her abilities to the maximum capacity, either, which pisses her off tremendously. Which is the sole reason why she is walking angrily around the school, hands closed into tight fists with the occasional small blueish-white electric spark emitting from the tip of her hair, wearing frog print pajamas and not even caring who sees them. She's pissed, and she wants to find the perpetrator behind this stupid crime.

Which may be why she's being relatively loud in the halls of the classroom.

If anybody is out and about, they might find Mikoto doing one of the following: ]

OPTION A:

[ Near any vending machine, Mikoto will attempt to get a drink. Any sort of drink, really. And she's doing it because, well, a middle school girl can get thirsty, even if she is dead. (Not that she knows that yet.)

But when she attempts to pun in some money, the vending machine decides not to give her what she paid for, which causes the brunette's eyes to widen in shock before gritting her teeth angrily, yelling: ]

Why, you...!

[ Of course, this isn't the first time that's happened. Which is why she'll be kicking the vending machine with a roundhouse kick just to get a random can. Most likely it being Key Coffee.

And the loud noise of her kick might be enough to startle a few people. ]

OPTION B:

[ And right in front of the principal's office is Mikoto. She wants answers, and she wants them now. Of course, the young teenager is pretty confident that she'll be able to find what she wants here; after all, if the head honcho isn't the principal, then it's quite difficult to see who it is.

Of course, she's right about to open the door, but somebody might want to stop her before a hammer goes and whacks smack into her face. ]

OPTION C:

[ Mikoto's pretty pissed that she's practically been brought back to the state of being a Level One. Basically that means she's going to have to practice a little, and practice hard. Of course, she's already at this point found out that she's dead, even though she has absolutely no recollection of her own death, something that pisses her off even more.

Which is why she's on the rooftop of the school, with a bunch of soda cans stacked on top of each other as a pyramid, a bunch of arcade coins that she bought from the convenience store; she couldn't use yen because of the holes in the center, after all.

And now she'll practice doing her signature move: the Railgun, by tossing one coin into the air and flicking it towards the cans. Of course, no electrical power is used, but she does hit the top can.

... At least her aim's doing fine? But her electricity has practically become zilch. She can't even do a single spark unless she tries extremely hard, and that sometimes even wears her out. ]

Geez! What kind of afterlife takes away something so important...!?

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[ ... What's with the gangster talk? Because Mikoto's a little surprised by that slightly. Though it's okay; there's always weird people back home, this is nothing different. ]

I don't really think it was that great. I haven't hit all of them yet.

[Isn't that what all the hip, young kids are saying these days?]

But it was a valiant first try, and you shall only improve!

[ Not in her world. All the cool people speak in third person, obviously.. ]

Well, I'm usually a lot better than this!

[ Which is why she sounds pretty pissed off. She'd usually be able to hit all of the cans perfectly, but she could only hit one. Losing her powers is pretty horrible, after all! ]

Everyone has their off days. Come, try again, and let's see what you can do!

It's not exactly an "off" day, though.

[ More like an off death, especially since her power is pretty much kaput. ]

What's the matter?

I kind of... lost my abilities.

Lost them? You lost your talent? Can such a thing happen?

[ Misaka merely sighs, it's pretty distressing to see that she herself is in such a state, it's not that she doesn't like talking about it with Sonia, it's more that she feels that if she talks about it, she'll feel... powerless.

Something she hasn't felt in a long time. ]

I don't know. But I can hardly make a spark come out, so it seems to be the case.

[ She's trying so hard to be nonchalant about it, but there's something a little sad by the way she's speaking. Her ability is almost everything to her, having grown up in Academy City. ]

[Spark...? Does she mean as a metaphor? Ah, this is so confusing. She tilts her head, trying to think.]

... Whatever you have lost, you can surely find again. After all, you're not entirely sure yourself. You should keep fighting and keep trying! If you don't know something, that means there's a whole world of possibilities out there for you!

Ha...

[ There's a hollow laugh from her end, as she scratches the back of her head. ]

Well, I was trying to see if I could at least pull off one railgun. [ But nope, it's not working. ] But since I can't seem to let out even one spark come out, it's going to be tough.

But I'll probably manage. If that bastard can get his abilities back, then I'll get mine twice as fast.

Railgun....?

[She thinks. Could it be the Japanese tongue that sometimes mixes up L and R? Nail-gun? She wants to use a nail gun, but can't find one? Surely there must be a store out here that sells nail guns!]

We'll find it! I'll even help you, in any way that I can!

Yeah.

[ She nods in reply. And no, Sonia, she's not looking for a nailgun. There's a huge difference between "na" and "ra", really... ]

That's why I'm practicing so hard. I won't give up until I get my electricity back!

That's the spirit! I'll keep rooting for you!

... Ahahaha, thanks.

[ She laughs awkwardly, scratching the back of her head. ]

By the way, I'm Mikoto Misaka.

[She curtsies.]

I am Sonia Nevermind. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[ And so it continues. That is, the weird naming of foreign people.. ]

Same here. So, you've been here long?

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