one Ϟ action.

[tsunderbolting]

[ 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...!?

Comments

[onewayroad]

How would you find someone without knowing their name or appearance?

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.]

[tsunderbolting]

[Good point. But hey, it's not her fault that you didn't tell her that to begin with.]

... NPC? Like in those video games?

[She's so confused, and she just realized this term just now.]

[onewayroad]

Yeah, like in video games.

[tsunderbolting]

That's weird.

[ 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-- ]

[onewayroad]

What makes you think I have an explanation beyond "he made the damn program that controls reality here"? There's no information on the program's limitations. It can do some pretty weird shit, though. Shit way weirder than turning yourself into one of the NPCs.

[tsunderbolting]

. . . Like what?

[ She's curious, but she's not sure if she wants to know. ]

[onewayroad]

Like it raining ice cream or you turning into your five year old self for a few days.

[tsunderbolting]

That is ridiculous.

[onewayroad]

And annoying as shit.

[tsunderbolting]

That sounds about right.

[onewayroad]

You don't know the half of it.

[tsunderbolting]

I'm pretty sure I don't want to know.

[onewayroad]

You may not have a choice.

[The longer this conversation goes on, the more his stomach starts to slowly churn with a gaping unpleasantness. Now that he's gotten past dealing with most of the obvious necessary briefing, it's time to cut things short. Abort conversation abort conversation!

Given a few seconds' pause, he turns around and gives a dismissive handwave as he starts heading back the way he came. There are more vending machines than just this one.]

And if you still have fucking newbie questions about this shithole, go ask someone else. I was never remotely obligated to tell you jack shit in the first place.

[tsunderbolting]

Fine.

[ There’s a hint of relief at that, even though her voice is pretty on edge, but mostly because she didn’t expect him to answer as much as he did to begin with; but c’est la vie as they say. So she’ll just leave, right then and there, not even bothering to give him a proper sendoff.

She just hopes that she doesn’t have to see him again, or at least, often. ]