Story: Level Upper Railgun

Have you ever played a first person shooting game? They weren't Saten's favourite genre, but she had gone through a few. They were a touch too violent for her tastes, always shooting down hordes of zombies or aliens or robots or other human beings. They weren't for her. She didn't like it, even if she could see why others might.

Remove the violent aspect? Well then. Now she was having fun! With a large smile on her face, she formed finger pistols with her hands, pointing them in front of her, towards her next unfortunate target.

"Pow!" she yells, not especially because she needs to. More because she had a little more chunni in her than she cared to admit. Internally, she gave herself three points for flipping a pretty short and breezy skirt at range. "Pow!" she yelled again, this time giving herself ten points for flipping up an ankle length skirt. The loud screams of <i>”Kyaaahhh!”</i> that followed every shot were far more amusing than blood spraying everywhere in her opinion.

“Pow!” She declared and gave herself twenty points for flipping a very short skirt that had been hiding a pair of snow white panties. The reason for the extra points? Well, because the one wearing these panties was a blonde nun in a miniskirt! Why, surely this had to count as some rare encounter. Why, twenty points might even be too low - though she saw no need to be greedy.

"Gah! Puh - Perverts!" the nun yelled. Haha, served her right! Walking around in a skirt like that, what did she think would happen? "That's it, I've had it! After that masked menace!"

Kukuku, this was so much fun she couldn't help but laugh! Ah... What chance did that nun think she had if even Misaka couldn't catch up with -

"Halt, Misaka angrily yells. Misaka wants to patiently talk with you and not hurt you at all, Misaka lies."

Well alright, she had caught up, and was talking in a really weird way. Maybe she was trying to confuse her? Or did the earlier skirt-flip get her so out of it that she now talked in third person?

Ah, but suddenly a trio of short skirted nuns rushed out of an alleyway in front of her, holding a large net! Saten goggled at them, then immediately flipped their skirts and adopted... a twenty point total for the three of them, since apparently this was more common than she had initially believed.

"Kyaaaa!" the nuns squealed, dropping the net to try and push down their skirts, allowing Saten more than enough room to slip right on by. "Where did that gust of wind come from?!"

Alright, now she could get away and find a bit of space to choose the next targets. As she rushed past some more students, skirts flew up into the air like cherry blossoms in a storm. Ahahaha! Twenty five points total for all of them!

<i>“Skirt Flipping EXP Gain: 25

Current Level 57, 608/610 to Next Level Up”</i>

After turning a corner, she saw a nearly empty pathway ahead. Only a few people sitting inside of restaurant’s, some of which were curiously peaking outside while she raced on. Behind her she could still hear the angry voices of various people, and one rather strangely talking Misaka. Then she saw someone exciting one of the small restaurants with a sigh. It was a girl with red hair in long twintails, wearing a pink crop top that didn’t cover her belly and a dark blue coat that wasn’t buttoned up.

The girl was almost a head shorter than her but she still had an impressive bust! As Saten glanced down, a smirk found its way on her face. The redhead had a skirt that was almost as short as the ones the miniskirt nuns had been sporting. This was going to be easy!

“Pow!” Our protagonist declared, fingers once again raised like they were dangerous weapons. Up the skirt went and Saten boggled at the sight of a pair of black side-ties panties with visible frills. Why, this was just like when she had gone to Misaka’s place and found Kuroko’s underwear! Inwardly she gave herself a good thirty points, to find a girl who dressed like a delinquent but wore these sort of mature panties, that had to be worth something extra, right?

“What the heck, hey stop right there!” Saten giggled as the redhead started screaming shortly after she had run past her. She had already nearly shaken off the miniskirt nuns and Misaka, what could some random girl do to make her stop?

Then that random girl teleported right in front of her, extended one foot to the side, causing her to trip at full speed. There was a short moment of disorientation, then Saten hit the ground with a thud. Ouchy, that had hurt quite a bit. It took Saten a few moments to lift her head from the ground, but the approaching voices of her earlier victims caused any urges to take her time to go away very quickly.

"Let's have a private conversation about public behaviour," the teleporter said, grabbing hold of Saten by the scruff of her neck. Then, the two of them vanished. It turned out that her level of 'getting out of trouble' wasn't nearly high enough to avoid a skilled teleporter.

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Agnes hated this city. Academy City, the home for the 'science side' in the cold war between magic and science, a cold war that looked to be getting hotter by the day. It was inevitable they'd conflict eventually. The science side had a typical disdain for religion and the devout, which was patently ridiculous when considering the obvious true nature of the world.

Case in point: Without faith to guide their morals, the city had bred an underclass of - of total perverts! Using their esper powers to flip skirts! Who flips a nun's skirt?! And that just after she had that run in with the perverted photographer a while ago. She had done her best to guide that lewd girl back onto the correct path, only to run into another pervert on the same day!

The difference was that this time she had backup on her side.

"Nice legs, Misaka observes. Do nuns of your order often wear skirts that short, Misaka asks?"

... Including this weirdo who had probably taken one too many hits to the head. Or had been an experiment gone wrong in this city that worshipped at the foot of mad science.

"Misaka, right?" Agnese asked. The girl nodded exactly once. "Alright. You know this city better than we do. Is it normal for lewd photography sessions to happen on rooftops and random masked skirt flippers to dash through the streets?"

Misaka considered this for a moment before answering, in that weird emotionless voice she had. "Misaka hasn’t experienced such a thing before, explains Misaka while pondering whether that means that she was missing out on things the entire time.”

The thought to question it had been an idle one, but now Agnese was starting to get a little worried. What if someone was up to something? Maybe magical. Maybe some rogue scientist. Maybe something in between.

"Misaka would like to see this lewd photography session in person, Misaka intimates suggestively. For research purposes only, Misaka lies."

On the other hand, there was further proof for her thought that the city was full of perverts. Was this the real reason that they had built Academy City, not for science but to create an entire generation of deviants? Still, at least the girl had the decency to not just start doing perverted things right in public! That already put her higher in her mind than the other two.

Also they still needed a guide, so beating some sense into the brunette could wait until they had dealt with the bigger pervert.

“I am afraid I must decline. Instead maybe we could concentrate on the masked skirt flipper rampaging through the city?” Though now that she was saying this, things had grown oddly quiet. No more screaming girls or angry shouts in front of them for a while. Had the pervert found a way to escape? No matter, she would use a tracking spell to find them, and then this guide's knowledge of the city to ensure they weren't walking into some kind of trap.

Oh but a sadistic side did creep up out of this nun just then. She could hardly help but imagine what sort of torments she would get up to when she finally tracked down that mysterious skirt flipper. Hohoho!

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After a few moments of disorientation at the sudden change of location, Saten noticed that she was now on inside some sort of empty storehouse. Through a window she could see the familiar sight of the wind generators and a certain great iron railway bridge. The sound of a foot tapping onto the solid stone under her caused the girl to turn her head. There was the redhead from earlier, a eyebrow raised like she was asking her if she was seriously taking in the sight instead of looking here.

"Aha, that was pretty cool you know," she said. "Psychokinesis? Right? That's how you flipped my skirt, but let me ask you something: Whatever gave you the idea that you could run around getting away with that in a city like this?"

Gulp! M-Maybe Saten had taken a bit of a power mad turn for a while there. Could you blame her? Suddenly acquiring these abilities, anyone would indulge a little bit too much! And after all, this strange power let her skills grow by using them, so this had only increased the temptation. The phrase 'use it or lose it' came to mind right away.

"No answer?" the teleporter asked, still tapping her foot impatiently at Saten’s silence.

“Ehhh... well.. I am not sure how to explain everything?” Should she even tell people? If a scientist could replicate this then it would help so many Level 0s! But what if someone fishy got their hands on this power? Saten had personally met some people with very questionable morals who would have used such an ability for things far more sinister than a panty-shot parade.

Buuuut with the way that the teleporter was looking at her she was unlikely to let her get away with a simple apology. Maybe she should just lie?

“Ahh.. well yes, I am a telekinetic.” Saten said while pushing her fingers against each other while trying to look as innocent as possible. “And.. I recently increased in my level and finally got good enough to do things with it other than move coins.. I kind of lost my sense of control at that…”

"Then let me give you a piece of advice," the teleporter menacingly said. All of a sudden a knife materialised in the floor next to Saten's head. "Now that you're in this world of powerful users, don't pick a fight you don't know you're going to win!"

Gulp! What was going to happen to her now? Why wasn't her 'getting out of trouble' skill, you know, <i>getting her out of trouble?</i> was it not high enough? She did seem to be a pretty powerful teleporter!

Ah, wait a minute. Maybe... She still had some passive exp to spend? Saten considered that, then dumped all of it into that very skill. It would've been nice to boost her skirt flipping a little bit, but being able to get out of trouble without much fuss would also be pretty -

<i>Getting Away Scott

Exp gain 2821

Level Up! Level 39 Exp 147/250 to Next Level Up.</i>

"Nice mask, too!" the teleporter said, pulling it off her face and putting it on her own. "My, my! What a pretty girl you are too. Not content with being pretty and young?" She said, her voice sounding like her own from earlier due to the inbuilt sound distorter in the mask.

Maybe even that wasn't a high enough amount? Oh no! Even if she ran away the teleporter would bring her back right away! It was hopeless, it was -

"Hold it right there, you perverted Esper!"

Saten turned her head just in time to see the wall explode, and a familiar looking irate nun standing there holding an ornate staff.

"Leave that girl alone, Misaka warns."

And there was Misaka! Still talking in the third person, but no matter! Oh, happy day! She'd been rescued by the Railgun and a brigade of short skirted nuns! Gosh, she was really encountering a lot of urban legends wasn't she?

"I see how it is, how despicable," the nun with the staff said. "Forcing this girl to switch clothes with you so we'd blame her instead! Masked skirt flipper, you underestimate us!"

"Huh? What are you babbling on about?" the teleporter protested, pulling the mask off her face and pointing angrily at Saten. "She's the skirt flipper!"

At this moment in time Saten saw her chance and she took it. Summoning all of the skirt flipping skill she could muster, she did the unthinkable at the very moment the teleporter pointed at her. Namely: She flipped her own skirt.

<i>“Skirt Flipping

EXP Gain 14

Level Up! Level 58 12/620 to Next Level Up”</i>

"Kyaaaa! Pervert!" Saten screamed, doing her best impression of the poor innocent girl being shamed. Which basically meant she was imitating Uiharu. “Is it not enough that you were stripping me earlier?” She asked while raising her hands above her face as if to protect herself from groping hands. The redhead blinked, then the glare in her eyes became even more intense and she took a single step towards our protagonist. Her intent for violence obvious for anyone.

"If you think I'm going to let you -"

Blam. Something struck the teleporter hard in the side of her body. Something invisible, like a gust of wind but much more impactful. What the heck? Saten turned her head to see the also red headed nun pointing her staff at their direction. The dark haired girl gulped at understanding that the teleporter wasn’t the only one willing and able to dish out physical pain.

“Urgh..” And that very same teleporter grunted in pain while lying on the ground. She rose a little, only to find a certain brunette with a very realistic looking gun pointed at her.

“Misaka suggests that you abandon all resistance, explains Misaka while secretly hoping that you will not so she can try out the newest modifications of her gun.”

"Ugh... But I - Dammit!" the teleporter protested, and then vanished. Phew! It felt like she'd gained a few points from getting out of that scrape as well, though it left Saten wondering how much of that was her new 'skill' and how much of that would have happened anyway. Come to think of it, surely it hadn't done anything in the first place? After all, Misaka's chest had been the first place she'd put her additional exp, and if anything she might be even flatter than normal.

Meanwhile elsewhere, the real and original Railgun was desperately trying to find clothes that would fit her new figure with one arm across her chest covering as much tit-flesh as it could, and the other was rifling through a rack of bras in order to find a pair that looked sufficiently cute while also still fitting.

"Oh no, she's not getting away that easily!" the nun protested. "I've got a new lock on her, come on!"

"Um! Maybe you should... leave this to judgment?" Saten suggested, feeling almost a little bit sorry for the murderous redhead. That nun had the sort of look that could make someone fall over dead!

"The only judgment that sort deserves is the judgment of the Lord!"

Saten sighed. Okay, maybe the 'mysterious masked skirt flipper' ought to retire like this. Oh well. That was fun while it lasted, but the teleporter was right. She'd gone in too far over her head. Maybe it would be better to just stay small time and play with the skirts of people she knew, especially these she knew weren’t dangerous..

Still... Watching those nuns and Misaka walking out of the room with those tiny, tiny skirts did make her fingers twitch... So Saten couldn't help herself. With a flick of her index finger, she flipped the backs of their skirts very, very slightly so that they wouldn't notice - and wouldn't you know it, none of them seemed to cotton on!

Kukuku... Maybe she didn't need to be the mysterious skirt flipper to have some fun, then? Maybe she'd have more fun being the secret skirt flipper instead!

1. Misaka's quest to find a bra continues, while her chest continues levelling up.
2. Touma is continually baffled by the weirdness going on around him.
3. Index is cute. This causes problems for others.
4. Uiharu is staring mutely at her own fansite. She should do something. Right?
5. Kuroko receives a Judgment call for the mysterious masked skirt flipper. Wonders if someone is pranking her.
6. Something else