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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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I've done this before.

[ She speaks the truth, actually, and she doesn't really care if someone saw her or not, as long as they didn't see anything unwanted. ]

Though it's easier not to get caught this way!

Easier? Huh. You should probably get me an extra one while you're at it too.

[Trying to pilfer from someone already...]

But you kicked a vending machine before? I wouldn't want to know what these did to cause you such aggravation. Did it get a good look up your skirt?

[ HOW ABOUT NO? ]

Vending machines don't have eyes! [ Even though other machines do, but that's not even the point--! ] And I'm not going to let you look up my skirt either, you pervert!

[ She's probably getting the wrong idea, but she has good reasons for doing it. Especially because of who she rooms with. ]

[...um. He's giving you a blank stare right now, sticking a finger in his ear.]

One. You look way too young for me to be looking up your skirt in the first place. Two, you assumed that on your own, so maybe you're the one who's the pervert here, having fantasies of men looking up your skirt.

[Nobody calls him a pervert ~~even though he's probably way worse.~~]

[ She's not exactly sure if that's a compliment or an insult, so she'll choose the later as her eyes narrow, placing her hands on her hips as she shouts angrily. ]

Hey! I-- I don't have weird fantasies like that!

[ She knows people who do, but that's not even remotely close to the point. ]

[When it comes to him, it's definitely an insult. But not like he really cares about what she thinks.]

Are you sure about that? I think that vending machine-kun would beg to differ.

[So he says, covering his mouth and changing his voice.]

"She was the one who tried to show me what lies beneath her skirt in the first place, Okita-sama!"

... Vending machines don't talk.

[ She'll just place her palm in her face as she says those words, voice dripping with sarcasm. It's not funny at all whatsoever.. ]

Ah, you caught me. Whoever thought a vending machine could talk in the first place.

[And for emphasis, he kicks the vending machine himself, watching as an extra drink pops out as he takes it himself.]

Are you new? You don't look like someone that's a regular here.

Only an idiot would believe that.

[ The deadest of pans as she speaks sarcastically.. ]

And yeah, I'm new. I'm not like those moron NPCs, at least.

[He's just going to disregard that first part of hers completely.]

I'm glad you're not. They can't seem to do much right in the first place. Still, it's nice to know you have a brain growing inside of that head of yours.

So, how was it? Kicking the bucket, at least.

[ Mikoto sighs deeply, her index and forefinger rubbing against her the edge of her nose before speaking up. ]

Well, the problem is that I don't remember.

Oh, so it's one of those instances, huh? I guess that's fine. [A tiny shrug, followed by;]

Though your life her will probably be easier. Were you living the sort of lifestyle where ninjas would attack you? You've waltzed straight into a slice of life sort of anime afterlife now. [Sougo she probably never came from one...]

Seriously?

[She's read manga, so she knows what he's talking about, at least.]

Though I've never actually met any ninjas.

Maybe this is your chance. You could definitely meet a ninja in this sort of afterlife. You've already met a samurai.

[He hopes she gets what he's referring to at least...]

Are you... the samurai?

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