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afterliving2014-01-11 08:03 pm
tsunderbolting) wrote in afterliving2014-01-11 08:03 pm
one Ϟ action.
[ 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:
OPTION B:
OPTION C:
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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[ She doesn't need to say anything more, after all. ]
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[pulls one hand out of his pocket and facepalms. jfc. since when did he keep track of your personal travels? since never. with gritted teeth and an annoyed expression he draws his hand down the front of his face and drops it, letting it ball into a fist. he's filled with the urge to smack something]
Better question: did that come before or after Hawaii?
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(Again.)
But she'll answer nevertheless, because she's pissed off and angry and her temper is going
over 9000off the charts that she even stomps towards him, anger and frustration clearly written all over her face. ]What are you even talking about? I don't know anything about going to Hawaii!
[ ... That answers that question, right? ]
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Of course you don't. Looks like you must have hit your head really fucking hard when you croaked.
[There goes the idea that she might know anything he wants to know.]
What a waste of my time.
[Quit bitching, Accel, it's only been a couple minutes and you have potentially forever.]
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[ Her voice is dripping with sarcasm as she "thanks" him, not that she even remotely cares. Even if he is the worst person to converse with, he asked her a question first. She'll ask another to keep the ball rolling.
And only because she wants her own answers. If he doesn't answer her, that's fine as well.
As if she cares about this guy's answers unless they're true anyway. ]
So what the hell's with this place, anyway?
[ She figured it out from his last two sentences that she's dead and knowing that means that something must have fucked up bad, or else she'd remember it. ]
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[takes the time to casually remove his cell phone from his pants pocket and skim through the address book's list of names while not looking at her.]
The fact that it's an afterlife of some sort, or the fact that something that should work isn't working?
[He punctuates that sentence with the sound of snapping his phone shut.]
Whoever else you ran into must have been useless as shit, though.
[She has to be really new, if she doesn't know, and while it'd been a while since he last checked the list of names, he would have remembered seeing any entry listed with 'Misaka' in it. It would have caught his eye immediately.]
...You did talk to others already, right?
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[ Trying to get straight to the point here. She wants answers first, beating up of people later. Her name was already listed on the contacts, though she has yet to use it, especially since she hasn't found out about it just yet.
She'll tap her right foot impatiently as she folds her arms over her chest. She doesn't really want to talk to him, but if she can get info off of him without getting hurt - especially now that they're dead - then so be it. ]
Unfortunately, you're the first one I've managed to talk some sense into.
[ Translation: she's run into mostly NPCs. ]
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[which he did for the first few months he was here, whoops. despite, you know, overwhelming evidence pointing towards it.]
No special abilities work here at first. It's most likely because of the program that controls reality in this place. They might come back, but I've yet to hear about that happening in less than two months.
And don't expect any decent answers out of the NPCs.
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[ She's playing it off, but she honestly doesn't want to believe that she's dead - yet, there's something, deep down, that makes her pretty certain that she is. The fact that she can't use any of her electricity, for one. And the creepy NPCs, too. ]
... There's a program that controls the afterlife? [ Her eyes narrow, giving Accelerator the whole 'you have got to be fucking kidding me' look. ] What kind of moron would do something like that?
[ Because if that's the case, she might as well try to hack into it later..... ]
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And here I thought you'd secretly be thrilled. Or maybe you're just too disappointed that there's no 'Division of Constant Torture' around here.
[He knows that WORST would be in the second camp, after how his first meeting with her went.]
And yeah. There is.
The kind of moron who goes completely fucking crazy after being stuck here for too many decades.
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[ Misaka laughs hollowly, eyes glancing away as she spoke. She doesn't want to look at Accelerator directly. Of course, she thought this only because she doesn't want to get punched in the face. Or perhaps, something...worse. But she knows that being dead will probably not cause him to do something completely idiotic or well -- something that would get her killed.
Again. ]
Don't be such an idiot.
[ Sarcasm drips through her voice, as she folds her arms over her chest, kicking the vending machine once again as she gets another drink. After all, her first one... kind of pissed her off now.
She then gives a deep, semi-dramatic sigh as she gets the randomized can of soda, immediately opening it up and taking a sip before drinking it, this time for real. ]
... I guess I could sympathize with that person. I'm not the type of person who would want to stay in a place like this for all eternity.
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He keeps his glare lazily focused on her, letting that pathetic insult slide right off like water off a duck's back. It isn't worth acknowledging.
Now that she's turned her attention almost entirely away from him and onto the drink she just retrieved from the vending machine, he glances back down the hallway he'd just come from, only looking back once she speaks up again. His gaze narrows, and the tone of his words becomes low and guttural.]
What a naive comment. There are people who'd be at your throat for saying that. No matter how long that fucker has been stuck here or what he's been through, that's no excuse for the choices he's made and the shittiness he's inflicted on others.
[Such hypocritical words coming from him, huh? He doesn't even see it as hypocritical anymore, just massive self-awareness that entitles him to tear the Programmer down. The roughness of his tone disappears, and his next few words only sound bored and bland.]
Go ask anyone who was around at the end of last September.
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But whatever, she's not going to even bother. ]
If you guys know that he's being doing bullshit for a while-
[ And she's assuming that it is by the way he says "last September", not that she knows what month it even is now. ]
Then why haven't you idiots done anything about it?!
[ Staying stagnated like this isn't her style, it's not something she likes. If she knows information, there's no way in hell that she's just going to sit still while bad things happen. She's not like that. Though her voice does sound pretty agitated at the fact. ]
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The bastard's only made his presence known once, and it was over the PA system. On top of that, he's been an NPC on and off.
[at least, that was the understanding he had of the situation. that the guy had woken up from being one shortly before making that announcement.]
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... NPC? Like in those video games?
[She's so confused, and she just realized this term just now.]
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[ Okay, casual information is over, now back to the real deal. ]
But how exactly does this Programmer fit into the whole NPC business? I mean, how is it even possible for someone to turn themselves into someone like that?
[ Well, she knows it's possible, but it's just weird and why would anyone even-- ]
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[ She's curious, but she's not sure if she wants to know. ]
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