Within Academy City there was once an experiment that could be called an affront to science and all that it stands for. The experiment's end game was to advance the power of the top Level 5 esper within the city to even greater heights, turning him into the sole Level 6. To achieve this end they created hundreds of thousands of clones of the third ranked Level 5, and then sent them off to fight and to die against that top Level 5 esper. Mercifully those experiments were stopped, in no small part due to the actions of a boy named Touma, and so the surviving clones were allowed to continue living.
Those clones were known as the Sisters. Nine thousand and seventy lookalikes of the Railgun, Misaka Mikoto. Most of them were sent to facilities around the world for further, more ethical study though several did remain within Academy city itself. Their individual power was but a shade of the original Misaka's, though they could all do one thing that Misaka herself could not.
<i>Misaka #18.751 has discovered a magazine in America that discusses herbal remedies that could promote breast growth, Misaka excitedly thinks.</i>
<i>Misaka # 13.313 has already discovered a study that debunks this remedy as a placebo effect. Instead, it appears that a hormone pill may be more appropriate, Misaka ponders.</i>
<i>Misaka # 10.769 thinks it may be helpful to the scientific community if we were to contribute our own analysis and study using our unique physiology as a controlling method. Therefore, we should all attempt different methods, Misaka provides a blatant justification for their desire for bigger breasts while secretly pining for Touma.</i>
They could communicate telepathically amongst themselves. Well, that's simplifying it. A lot. It's not so much telepathy as it is being mentally wired into the same system, which is in turn routed through... No, never mind, it's easier if you think of it as an internal telepathy among the Sisters, we'll only get more into it if and when it becomes important.
<i>Apologies. Misaka # 10.032 was distracted, Misaka apologises without really meaning it. She has discovered a fun website about a local girl named Uiharu and there are many pictures that Misaka is internally registering as cute, Misaka says while looking at a picture of Uiharu having her skirt flipped by a mysterious masked girl. Perhaps we could study them to determine the mathematical parameters behind cuteness Misaka says while concealing her real motive in wanting to share the cute pictures with her Sisters.</i>
At that moment in time, Misaka # 10.039 was walking down the street keeping an eye on her mobile phone with a rather serious expression on her face. Actually, the Sisters weren't all that great at expressing emotion on their faces, and so they had other ways to inform others of what they were feeling at any given time. Like flat out telling people at the end of every sentence.
What she was actually feeling was a focused intensity at the ongoing internal conversation. Increasing bust size was a priority one task among the Sisters as this would (apparently) massively increase their 'appeal'. Their research (reading manga) had strongly indicated that males were inherently and overwhelmingly attracted to females with large chests. Therefore discovering the method by which they could achieve large chests was a goal that absolutely had to be -
"The Mysterious Skirt Flipper strikes again!"
A ball bounced on the pavement beneath the Sister's feet, then shot right up into the air, flipping up her skirt in such a way that it caught in the wind and billowed all around. Shortly thereafter a girl rushed right past her, wearing a top hat and a red-white fox mask. After a moment's peace her skirt settled down, with the Sister standing stock still and watching the masked girl as she fled the premises, casually flipping the skirts of no less than three other cute girls en route.
There was only one rational response to this turn of events. The Sister pulled the bag off her back and set it down on the pavement, unzipping it and then pulling out an assault rifle.
"It is hunting season, Misaka growls menacingly."
The chase was on, and within her first steps the Sister was already setting her goggles in place to assist in the pursuit. Of course, what she didn't know was that her target was not only pretty good at flipping skirts. She was also getting pretty good at getting away with things.
"You will return to face your punishment, Misaka warns the perverted masked girl."
Up ahead of her, the masked girl laughed without a care and continued on her merry way. "So be it then Misaka says. You have chosen death Misaka threatens."
Oh, but if only it would be that easy. Every skirt that she ran past flipped up without a care, which made the Sister a little concerned. A short ranged telekinetic might be able to stop a bullet. Or more worryingly, redirect it into a harmless innocent bystander.
“Skirt Flipping EXP Gain: 78
Current Level 49, 186/250 to Next Level Up”
"You little pest!" a woman yelled. That was the first sign that the Sister should have had that the real threat had a bit of a different nature to it than she was thinking. "Get back here!"
All of a sudden a burst of water shot across her vision, aimed squarely at the Masked Skirt Flipper's back. However, the mystery girl hopped to the side and then tapped another woman's skirt, flipping it up as well.
<i>”Getting Away Scott Free EXP Gain: 41
Current Level 18, 91/120 to Next Level Up”</i>
"Not good enough!" the Masked Girl sang, having the audacity to flip her own skirt at them as a taunt as she ran away. Oh dear. Now that she was looking around it was quite obvious that there were more irate people giving chase than first believed. In point of fact there were no less than ten rather angry girls giving chase at this very moment. "Where a skirt goes unflipped, there I shall be!"
"Go for it, Mysterious Masked Skirt Flipper!" a boy leaning out of a window called. Shortly after that he ate a snowball to the face courtesy of a cryokinetic. The masked menace gave a grateful bow to her suffering supporter before once again running for it.
"Misaka fails to understand the purpose behind this troublemaker's behaviour, Misaka thinks aloud." She lifted her rifle and took aim - but no, too many people around to take a clean shot. Unfortunately the other females that were hunting the masked skirt flipper did not seem to understand that. Also, their aim sucked.
Case in point, the overly enthusiastic pyromancer who just hit a vending machine. A moment later, all of its contents poured out onto the street, forcing them all to take up impromptu dancing lessons while their cocky pursuer continued flipping her own skirt as a taunt, as well as flipping every other skirt she came near.
“Not bad, is that supposed to be mambo?”
It wasn't much of a delay, but at this point it was more than enough. With all of the experience that the Mysterious Masked Skirt Flipper had been gaining from their madcap dash through the streets, spending nearly every second either flipping her own skirt or the skirt of others, and combine that with her passive Exp gain. That was when something amazing happened. Something impossible.
<i>Skirt Flipping
Exp gain 35
Level Up, Level 50! Exp 1/280 to Next Level Up.</i>
All of a sudden, and without the slightest trace of warning, every skirt in the street flipped up at once. It was an explosion of revealed underwear, with virtually every woman suddenly committing wholesale to impersonations of Marilyn Monroe in the middle of the street, while several boys took a few discrete pictures with their phones and other boys took very obvious photos with their phones.
Of them all, the only exception was a certain passive clone wielding a firearm. "You add to your crimes, Misaka warns. Now your punishment shall be worse than death Misaka taunts without mercy."
But then something inexplicable happened yet again. The Mysterious Masked Skirt flipper looked back over her shoulder and grinned at Misaka. Then without saying a word, she flipped her own skirt and - Misaka's eyes saw stars. Spots formed in her vision. It was hard to focus. Impossible to concentrate. Her legs felt weak. She collapsed to the ground. Heart palpitating. Breathing heavy. Then she laughed that same cocky laugh and vanished down a side street.
"What was that, Misaka asked while suppressing her own arousal?"
What indeed...?
<hr>
Uiharu had a fansite. That was so cool! But at the same time, really creepy! She crept through the streets feeling more cautious about the cameras she knew for a fact were <i>everywhere</i> than ever before. Used to be that she felt like you had nothing to fear from them if you weren't doing anything wrong, but the possibility of someone else doing something wrong with them had never occurred to her.
Worse still were the people on their mobile phones. They all had cameras in them and Internet access. Were any of them secretly taking pictures of her when she wasn’t looking? And uploading them to the site? Ooh, this was mortifying! How could it possibly get any worse?
As if in response to that last thought a finger tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, I would like an autograph Misaka excitedly requests."
"Mi-Misaka?!" Uiharu gasps. She nearly jumped clear out of her skin. The Railgun was asking for her autograph! Sure, she was wearing a kind of weird looking set of goggles and the expression on her face was kind of weirdly neutral, but it was definitely her! No question of it! "Y-You're a fan of the website as well?"
"That is correct Misaka confirms. Your pictures are very cute and fill Misaka's heart with joy Misaka says while thinking favourably about several images." As she said that, she kept holding out a piece of paper, presumably for the purpose of the aforementioned autograph.
"Oh no! Is this strange behaviour the effect of the website?"
"Strange behaviour, Misaka asks? But Misaka is behaving quite ordinarily says Misaka as she wonders what the problem is."
To think that even the Railgun could be reduced to this... After the website had apparently been up for only one day! How were they doing it? Subliminals in the background? An unknown esper ability? Some other extremely advanced scientific technique that Uiharu hadn't heard of? This tore it! As a member of Judgement she had a duty now: She must investigate this bizarre website post haste!
"Misaka!" Uiharu said, grasping hold of the Railgun's hands. All of a sudden several mobile phones pointed very obviously in their direction, but she ignored them for the time being. "Not only will I give you an autograph but I'll... I'll do a sit down face to face interview with you!"
"Yipee, Misaka enthusiastically cheers. Misaka looks forward to hearing your tips on improving cuteness, Misaka says, starry eyed and yearning."
"Alright! But you should know that they made the website without my permission first! That's why... With your help, I'm going to hack into it and expose the people who set it up in the first place! Um, could you please charge up my laptop?"
She thrust her laptop right into Misaka's hands. The Railgun stared blankly at it, as though she'd been totally drained of all emotion. Oh, if only she'd had it properly charged up this morning. Then she could sort this out right here and right now!
"Misaka will make the attempt, Misaka says enthusiastically."
Now, it must be noted from a viewpoint separate from Uiharu's that the Sisters weren't nearly as good at controlling electricity as the original was. They were several levels lower, perhaps Level 3 electrokinetics rather than the Level 5 electromaster that the original was. As such, when the Sister grabbed hold of the laptop with the intention of giving it a supercharge, she lacked the finesse to really give it a proper juicing.
As such, static electricity. All over the place. It was like someone had trapped the local area inside a van de graffe generator. Still, the fact that the laptop was usable after this experience was testament to her high level of control.
Although it must be said that this experience wasn't a total waste of time. Because you see, following this event a brand new hairstyle began to gain popularity within Academy City. They called it “The Uiharu” and it increased the sale of hair gel by 50% within the city.
"Um... Maybe we should head back to the Judgment offices before taking this further?"
<hr>
Misaka #10.046 was having tea at an outdoor cafe while her fellow Sisters were having their unusual encounters. As she had a slight level of detachment from them, she could certainly notice that there was something a little unusual about them both. It felt as though something was influencing the behaviour of the other Sisters, and she wasn't alone in feeling that way.
Perhaps it would be intelligent, then, if she were to approach one of the two people most likely to notice something odd like this. That is to say, either Touma (preferred choice) or the original -
"This is the worst day! Such misfortune!"
"That phrase is copyrighted, Misaka idly breaks the fourth wall."
Joking aside the Sister stared in abject fascination as the original Misaka rushed on down the street, clutching at her shoulders for unknown reasons and running along a nearby wall, soon to pass by the cafe. For whatever reason she was attired quite differently from normal. In point of fact, was that not one of Touma's shirts she was wearing?
The Sister set her goggles on, grabbed hold of a pebble, and then tossed it with perfect precision directly at the back of Mikoto’s head right as she was running by. The Railgun, mighty though she may be, was briefly distracted by the throw and landed on the ground... With her fall rather cushioned by a rather obvious boob pillow.
"Oooh! Who the heck threw that?" Misaka pushed herself up. Jiggle jiggle. "Huh? You're one of..."
"Please explain, Misaka jealously demands." It's funny. She knew for a fact that she wouldn't last a second in a fight, but somehow the Sister was projecting an intensely dominant aura just now. Comparing her own bust to the original's was rather irritating her quite a lot. And that was even before getting to the fact that she was wearing one of Touma's shirts.
"Uh... W-wait a minute, I don't really know myself!"
"Oh, Misaka asks?" A little spark of electricity shoots off her. "Misaka has recently heard a rumour that having your breasts played with by the boy you like helps to increase their size, Misaka suggests." Another little spark of electricity rises up. "Can you explain the reason for wearing this particular shirt, questions Misaka dangerously.”
"Sh-shut up! At this rate even this shirt won't be enough -"
In the process of saying that Mikoto had stood up and dusted herself down. This created a series of extremely frustrating jiggles.
"Besides which! Why would I ever let that idiot touch me like that? You're saying that as though I like him or something. Which I... I... I mean, l-letting him do what you're suggesting is far too much!"
<i>Sexy Tsundere
Exp gain 40
Current Level 17, Exp 55/70 to Next Level Up.</i>
Boing, boing, boing. The Sister leaned down and poked at Mikoto's chest. Jiggle, boing, jiggle. "Hey! C-Cut that out! I don't want you touching them any more than I want <i>him</i> touching them!"
"They appear to still be growing, Misaka says with undisguised jealousy. Before long Mikoto will be able to seduce any man she wants, based on the theory of gravitational chest attraction." Poke, poke. Jiggle <i>jiggle</i>.
"Th-there's a scientific paper on that?!"
"Not yet, Misaka admits." Poke poke. Hrm. In fact, comparing Mikoto's frame to herself, it seemed as though her back muscles and her shoulders were also altering to accommodate her bigger bust. "But we are working on it Misaka excitedly says. This shall be our first major contribution to science as researchers rather than lab rats Misaka says."
"Guh! Why are my clones such perverts!" Mikoto yelled, pushing away from the Sister and rushing off down the street.
“Misaka does not understand what is perverted about researching the effects of external female reproductive organs on attracting mates named Kamijou Touma, Misaka wistfully sighs."
Oh dear. Perhaps this incident was something they should involve themselves with after all. Although now that she was thinking about it, wasn't it strange that three separate bizarre and unexplained events would occur simultaneously? Perhaps there is some form of connection between them all.
In which case they may need to broaden their research field by quite a considerable margin. Fortunately they had many potential “researchers” willing to invest time and effort into this avenue.
- Misaka sets about buying new clothes.
- Touma encounters one of the Sisters next.
- Index meets the mysterious masked skirt flipper.
- Uiharu hacks her website while trying to work out what's up with the Sister.
- Something else
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