The Visitor in T-Shirt turned to the table in question to finally get to the point of what he had come here for, but he looked into Shokuhou's fixed gaze and her TV remote pointed directly at him. And she pressed down the button. Misaka wide open her eyes at the blonde, but before she could say anything, she noticed; that the cunning fox is sweating unhealthily.
As a sign that the honey-haired girl only Ace on hand had not worked, the man spoke to her with an almost sympathetic sigh. "Your hypnosis is truly remarkable, even scary. But its practical use will decrease if you cannot comprehend the other's enormous mind. But if your pretty head was a little bigger, I would be seriously worried about the future of this world. However; do you seriously think it is a good idea?; to exert yourself when your body is in your current state?" Before he could finish speaking, Shokuhou's gaze fell to the table surface and a shadow of doubt crossed her face. It was not even in a low voice when she muttered; that (The world is better off without 'Exterior'.)
As Sogiita passed on the remark about how the fragile lady, lacked the right guts [courage] when she tried her tricks; the blonde's eyebrows shot up and with an obviously forced smile, she pointed the TV channel selector at him and pushed down the button as if to flip mind channel on #7. The grinning idiot immediately froze like a statue.
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Only now did the others realize, or rather stop ignoring, the fact that the blond-maned wimp was actually a Level-5 #5 Mental-Out. There was even the possibility that, as an expert brainwasher, she was deliberately sending out subconscious signals and body language gestures, that were meant to confuse others into not considering her a threat. Either way, a casual observer would have said that the imaginary white gauntlet had been thrown down and a fight was imminent.
The blonde, realizing that something was wrong, was on the verge of panic and pressed the button five times in quick succession, whispering some code…
Four times there was a hiss/groan of people siting at table as if all of them, had just taken an unexpected mental blow to the head. Except her Mental-Out failed four times and the remaining Espers at Level-5 gave her pissed off looks that foreshadowed how hard they were going to kick her ass.
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But before any of them could pronounce the death sentence on her, it was the redhead in the lap of the short-haired brunette, who was actually furiously barking at #5… "Haf, haf!! Haf, haf, haf!! Haf, haf, haf, haf!! Vrrrr!!" Shirai didn't even realize that her words had been replaced by barking.
Of course this derailed the others with a clear (What is that?) expression.
This evasive maneuver gave the honey-haired young lady enough time to place down her controller on the table as if she were laying down her weapon. Maintaining that forced smile and dewy face, she took great care to at least appear somewhat ladylike. "I am resigning!" Putting away her hand from that remote, she seemed completely harmless. "I admit defeat. No! I have completely lost. Therefore, not able to do anything: I withdraw from this match, or whatever business; that gentleman has planned with us. It can be something so lame, like a group negotiations with this entire group that having abilityto fighting at the fifth level."
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Because certain Teleporter had a hard time to sit on place,Number-Three, squeezed Shirai so hard to keep her check, in case she will start behave like a dog, and jump to bite the blond-maned offender. During that Mikoto completely disregarded #5's emotional state and barked at Mental-out directly: "What the hell do you think you're doing at the moment of the upcoming denouement?!! Immediately return Kuroko to normal!! And as for your dysfunction,-- I asked you already on Saturday if you got it?!!" [menstrual cycle]
This was enough for Shokuhou to drop her pretense of being a model lady and start arguing with her classmate: "And I told you, that thing has no effect on my Mental-Out ability!!" Still sitting on Hokaze's lap, she slammed her hands on the table. But the table barely noticed any attack, so she continue to bark at Railgun. "First of all: I'm a non-combat class and my specialty is information gathering. It should be clear to everyone by now, that this gentleman here is so abnormal, that sending anything less than level-5 at him could result in something that even the board of directors doesn't want to sign off on. Or did you already forget about that Anti-Skill army that brought tanks to the gates of Tokiwadai School?! Who do you really think they were there for?! Plus, that snotty abnormal Lolly headmistress from Endymion [Orbital station] understood that too."
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If anyone missed it, the mention of Anti-Skill made many people realize that no one from Anti-Skill had appeared in this underground department store, in this very alley, in this hall with tables, until now. Especially since they tend to appear within a few minutes wherever public mischief is taking place. Almost as if someone had ordered them to not intervene.
Although the others remained silent, Mental-Out was oozing discontent to the point and if she could, like a cat, she would have bristled her fur/mane at Railgun. "But in case you haven't noticed, it really offense me off, the increasing number of people, who sees only bad application of my esper powers.Who, in order to become resistant to my mental ability, are using such blatant nonsense that shouldn't work. Not only from a physical point of view, but also from basic principle. Imagine yourself to face an army of combat robot, but it is a walking tree, and all computer components are plant based."
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Still fuming Shokuhou pointed directly at #6, from whom a sound came as if something was breaking, like when chick breaking out of an egg shell. It really look like had he broken from the Mental-Out technique, and he started moving again. Actually he just sit there and make a wider grin…
...as she was about explain. "For example, this 100% bodybuilder and 0% thinker, is such an idiot; that even after my freeze command, he was actually going easy on me. He has the ability to implement his dummy crazy personal reality to overwrite imposed effect of full stop. He pushed through an idea, that he is lying on the floor in ring during the martial-arts championship finale. Then the referee is counting down from then to zero. Every seconds uttered aloud is another one leading to his defeat. While I standing there on other side of the ring as an opponent in a animal based wrestling outfit. Except this champion chad is not throwing a towel into a ring. He takes his time to hype up the cheering crowd, to aura farming, adding gradations to his return to the match. He gets-up to his feet, just before the countdown is complete. The moment, I try to do my next move, or any other step; he is back in the game, blocking the blow and overtaking the initiative. On top of that he dint actually mocking anyone. As he had this conviction, that hes the normal one in this circus and he having a duty to fix who mistaking!" Faintly she shake her head dismissively. "He have no idea of how off he is."
She didn't even look at him, but her eyebrows still caught a nervous tic when, as if at her call, at her comment; he raised his thumb in agreement, probably without understanding what she was saying.
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Still glaring at her schoolmate she continue her explanation. "As for the rank numbering that was given to us as when we were added to the bank... [Academy city data database.] It's more like a waiting list for entering a some kind of game. Or a value on deploy line into a combat. A list of names for the higher-ups, to know where is the time to throw someone into the ring, against similar ranked opponents. I can totally imagine; how in their wisdom, someone came up with the world-saving idea, of firstly deploying me as a cowardly Bishop [Chess piece] into the ring before him. Or rather than deploying this muscle head as a crazed Rook [Chess piece], who is absolutely uncontrollable, they send me. And yet, a certain lazy Bishop,who mysteriously excels in the ability to avoid any deployment, but still letting other know that his presence substantially influencing this city through its proxies; didn't even show up here. But actually, the dummy ranking system, instead of quick identification of the most valued asset for city, had no other meaning that to cause hassle and infights between us."
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She move her finger at #4, whose unhealthy competitiveness was a bad for everybody health. Yet the Meltdowner was methodical, to wait with her terrifying verdict of punishment onto the blonde, until the supposed information broker hand over the intel. Only then she will harshly iron the blonde's hairs, ruining that fluffy honey-mane as if hair dryer explode into certain face, with the power of plastic explosive inside of an airstrike bomb.
Yet Shokuhou, glaring at Misaka spoke as if unaware of that threat. "This nuclear engine rocket tsundere here, who is more incendiary than highly flammable jet fuel, having so many loose cogs in her head, that it will be enoughpublication material for awhole library about mental healthcare. Sigmund Freud [founder of psychoanalysis], will be forced to tears, if he had her as study subject."
Still she continue to speak. "She is completely insane to the point, where no sensible word can quench/calm-down her passion, if she gallop out, running a race like a Knight [Chess piece] on emotional fire. Can you imagine how it feel?; when you enter a throne room, where bored mafia lady princess siting on throne, and on your proposal, the butler and servants politely show you; the door?"
The tea-colored brunette raised one of her eyebrows high from how those names and comparisons not angry her, but surprised her.
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But the blonde wasn't done yet, and she moved her pointing finger to #3. "As for you, my dearest meathead; We both know that a sports enthusiast, who thinks physical education is a central pillar of every school's curriculum, willhave a hard time understanding a sophisticated intellectual approach. Sometimes I feel like you're so stupid they should change your nickname from a sparkling stallion to a prancing donkey. But the world is dumb, and this princes, as a Knight in shining armor, is actually an overcharging kitchen toaster throwing sparks in every directions. Its not just your static shielding, that's annoys me! Dealing with you, is like to be forced to enter a decathlon, on which everybody always tap out on first track, because you left them far behind, to eat the dust." Of course, she earned the proverbial (Hey!!) reprimand from the short-haired brunette. [The decathlon is a combined event in athletics consisting of 10 track and field events.]
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Misaki ignored the threatening looks as she move her finger to point at #2, who was just pretending to be above the matter, and actually barely keep his anger on a leach, waiting for the right moment. "I have no idea how; this white Queen [Chess piece] is still in one piece, but there's, word by word, nothing here that I can control. I don't mean it as an insult this time, because its medical. And what is, with the infinite meadow full of oversized Albino Beetle bugs? Also that envy level ability is not healthy." The lad gave her a very deep and cold look. [Albino – white pale skin.]
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But she had already moved onto #1 and was obviously startled. "Although my order went through, in the end it was mercilessly crushed... No! The command was torn to pieces by the bestiality of this indestructible tower. Crushed under the weight of a black Rock [Chess piece]. And what is with the silent creepy maid with a crippling depression?; who just stand there in your way and bowing down to visitors?; creeping out everybody, to leave that place? You give her a document and she actually tear it, because she freak out." The white-haired lad was obviously waiting for what she would say to him, whether it would be a fire match for him to go wild, but in the end he still looked away in annoyance.
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She didn't wait for anything and switched to the nun in white. "This walking tea set, is too far from be a harmless nun. It sounds incredible, but this one, has guard dogs in her head that don't like uninvited visitors. And as was said; as a non-combat class and expert in information gathering, she's the hired white Bishop [Chess piece],because she's British, who somehow are allies to Academy City." The platinum-white haired girl herself didn't say anything and didn't show anything on her face.
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Meanwhile, the black-spiky-haired person sitting at the table was drenched in sweat, as his imagination was racing, wondering what she could say about him.
There was an obvious hint in Shokuhou voice of be a little softer when she talk about him. "Regardless of the fact that Touma might be like an old vinyl disk record player with a needle that skips the grooves and repeats the same scene over and over again..." She vividly demonstrated his reaction with exaggerated gestures; when she seemed to get memory erasedby Mental-Out, makinga dull expression;-- she suddenly grabbed her head as if it hurt;-- and immediately afterwards felt as if she had woken up from a dream or illusion, and was confused as to what was happening around her.
A moment later she forcefully cleared her throat. "Excuses aside!: After all, we are talking about the strongest Pawn [Chess piece] here." (The main character?) had no idea what that meant exactly, but he did his best to keep his face stony.
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Except the honey blonde sighed. "By pure chance, if anyone had no idea what name our destinies are tied to as a guarantor,... or rather who is responsible for the fact that fate is testing us so warmly with its unreasonable trials, then that name is clearly Aleister Crowley, theKing [Chess piece], as a build stone of the chess board called Gakuen-Toshi [Academy city]. That means that there is a fairly high probability of a chess game of unprecedented proportions. Like the one that taken place last weekend."
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Misaki tried to ignore how hard a certain red haired girl, that was trying to burn a hole into her with her gaze, as if to set the blonde on fire; but finally her gaze fell on Shirai too. "And as for your werewolf puppy, all you have to do, is snap your fingers, and her speech pattern will return to normal. But knowing you, you'll wait to do it, because you still partly take her as an intrusive, cuddly pet, since everything else keeps its distance from you, because the nature of your AIM field."
The brunette looked at the redhead, who had understood a moment ago that the Queen of Tokiwadai had taken out her frustration on her, and therefore looked at her mistress with wide eyes. Except that the Princess of Tokiwadai hesitated with that finger snap, and therefore the Teleporter tilted her head to the side in cute confusion. "Haf?"
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While the crew of dinning table in middle of stage lights, was pondering/thinking over the post/opinion proposed from #5, a certain tiny girl sitting on #7's lap was thinking so much that she started talking in a low voice with a gaze into infinity and a scientist's expression. This mumbling revolved around what the honey-haired girl had said and from a scientific point of view she had put together a convenient theory like some genius, but... there was that touch of madness that was so conveniently associated with a certain infamous family in the entire scientific community of the academic city.
That's why she caught the attention of Mental-Out, who think something was not right about the little girl, because the snippets of what the elementary school girl said were a little too advanced and maybe even crazy. But on the other hand, if she were a genius, she wouldn't normally get involved in such an obviously suspicious group, or even carrying the Judgment ribbon on her shoulder.
Honey-haired, putting on a businesslike smile, turned her face to the little girl and spoke to her in a sweet voice. "Once again, dear brave little judgment officer, what's your name?"
That snapped the little one out of her thoughts and she automatically answered that her name was Kihara Nayuta. Of course, she immediately realized that it was a trick when, one after another, from number one to four, Level-5 esper cast their dangerous glances at her. These people knew very well that the Kihara family of mad scientists actually kept this scientific city together, under dark pressure using their morally questionable genius. Probably everyone from the main circle present here, had some unpleasant experience with them.
But before any of them could react, the honey-haired girl maintained her businesslike smile. "You don't say..." She took her remote control in her hand again, pointed it at the little one and pressed the button.
The little one clenched her teeth in an expression of expecting to be hit heavily.
"… … ..." Just like before, this time, a moment passed before the honey-haired girl's eyebrows twitched and finally she glared menacingly at the girl as if scolding her with clear frustration in her voice. "My ability is directly linked to the manipulation of water molecules down to the cellular level. We're talking here, about physics with the local precision of an electron microscope, a micro management on macro scale. From a biological concept alone, something as abstract as personal reality or ego power cannot be applied here, but people spend too much effort to find a route around." Her eyebrows twitched. "So how come?; I came across such nonsense, as a garden relaxation maze made of hedges on the grounds of some villa?" Shokuhou become angry. "What did they do to your brain? Did they rewire all the microscopic brain synaptic connections so that it no longer resembles a human brain?!! Seriously; there should be a line, that process of turning people into Cyborg [Cyborg-ization] should no longer cross. If you have even a little self-respect as human beings, stop applying your personal reality to the creation of all sorts of nonsense that are actually just illusions in reality!!"
After this leash out she end up breathing heavily.
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She noticed the doubtful looks from the other members of this table. Especially from a certain flat pair from Tokiwadai, next to her, whose gazes fell on her breasts. It was almost obvious that the two imagined; that her Mental-Out, her ability to manipulate water; was behind her large bust. So she barked at the brunette, fully insulted: "Hey!! These two are 100% Bio!!" In anger, she pointed at her chest and almost accidentally made a remark to Mi-tan and Hi-tan, but managed to stop herself from barking that out. Almost immediately, however, she barked at Railgun again. "It's not my fault, that your flat board ability is so powerful; that you even managed to lose 'Bust-upper', when you practically had it in your hands!!"
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She slammed her hands on the table again and looked at the mysterious visitor, who had not moved from where he had confronted Shutaura and causally watched their performance. "And as for that gender bending gentleman, the only thing I can confirm is; that we are dealing with something that transcends the human aspect. Forget the chess pieces classification, for him its not enough. Do you know the story concept about respawn or revive? The one, when a fallen hero's soul stand up in front of gate to heaven or underworld? But the gate keeper send you away, because your time has not jet come?; making you go back to life?"
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Mikoto looked at Misaki cynically: "I'd like to say that the current situation can't be any more unhinged... but this is an academic city and it's hard to be bored here for too long." Then she redirect her eyes at the T-Shirted person and the rest followed her example.
The visitor, however, still seemed to be above the matter, taking his time for them to finish they little talks, like an observer. "To make a first thing clear; I don't jet done anything else that just do an investigation and talks. You all freak-out crashing-out on your own. On one part, its because your teenage rebelling at what was imposed on you by old-timers gard, a generation of adults. On the other, because I am." As if it was idle move, he a make a full circle with his head as if shift his pony tail hair fully onto his back without touching them with a hand."Then on other hand. A comedic moment doesn't change the fact, that I have to pass through you to reach the goal of my... How did you say it?... my visit." He gave the impression that he had no qualms about indirectly challenging the entire group on the fifth level to a fight. In fact, he seemed to have enough cards in his hand to succeed in that direction.
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Although it seemed that anyone could get into it just for acting so confident; it was the nun who stood up from the table. Index approached Touma as if stand in his way to act. He do noticed, how sternly she was staring at the visitor in the black T-shirt, one would say that she was trying to burn a hole in him with her gaze. When he asked her what was going on, without warning she began to chant at an express pace. No it was her Spell Interceptor, that compress chanting, speeding the process. "E-S-S-C-D, S-H-C, G-A-H-F, L-F-T!" [(The earth is shaking, not just with a stomping sound that carries into the distance. Shake!, you who have your head up in the clouds. Because the greater your ambitions, the harder you will fall. Look!, at the fall of the titans.)]
One of the restriction placed on Index Librorum Prohibitorum is, that she is forbidden to cast spell on her own, because the wast knowledge from all that 103.000 grimoires, a magical book (she read), grained by her perfect memory ability. But as she can observe and eventually understand any magic related phenomenon, doing instant analysis of any spell, or invisible fragments left after casting (like a crime expert reconstructing the crime and what happened right on place); she have a unique ability to kidnap spells of others, that had been hand out from the hand of caster, like a wireless control. This is called Spell Interceptor, and its backed by the library of forbidden book in her head, and they desire to spread they knowledge to worthy readers, (In her case listeners.).
Something changed with the air/aura around the black T-shirt. The man suddenly felt his body to become enormously heavy from the ower-weigthing, as if the surrounding gravity had suddenly increased many times over. The weight on his body, which was pushing him to the ground, was enough to make him kneel under all that weight. There was a hint of groaning not only from him, but also from the creaking or cracking of the floor itself on which he stood. It was as if the floor was crying as it strained its material and physical bonds under the weight of the person standing on it. The tension and strain, from crushing gravitational pressure, even began to be transmitted to the surrounding pillars, until it sounded like they were about to succumb to the invisible mountain placed on them and collapse-fall. It forced a clear image of a dark cave, where sound echos of cracking spreading through the stone, dominated the area, just a short moments before the cave ceiling of a stone failed to hold together, resulting in a cave collapse.
Kamijou even called out to Index, but at that moment, the effect of the spell from Spell-Interceptor and the cave's tension itself, had already faded. Even that air change that was surrendering that man disappeared. The walls and ceiling of the underground dinning passage stay to stand.
The visitor stood the test unbroken/undefeated, as there was no crater under him caved out from the (gravitational pressure?) that hit him. As he was restoring his posture, (shedding off the excessive burden of extra weigh for training purpose?), he rose to his feet. For the first time, looking serious, he once again surveyed the nun. "Remarkable... Taking control of my active defense wall and even flipping it down, to collapse it at me, is one thing... But you insult me; when you think you can defeat me with my own weight. I am no Titan to be tagged as a giant!" Like some teacher testing a student, he point out where she was making an error. "Throwing a world at me... Clever, daring, but foolish. If I dint change the properties, there was a chance that this city, will disappear, sinking at bottom of the ocean. You do realize that? Right?"
For many of the spectators siting or standing around, the idea of a cave-in while visiting an underground shopping mall was not something they wanted to participate in. Since it looked like the situation between a certain table and a suspicious man, could escalate very dangerously if a real fight broke out, many decided to leave. Some even hurriedly. A skilled observer will immediately notice, that those who stay at they places, mostly sitting at table, were actually a members of (teams?) formed around Level-Fives and characters affiliated to the danger. Or they don't cared whats going on to such level, that they keep to eat they food and half observed that public performance.
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Mikoto, like the rest of the Level-5, was surprised by the scene, which if it had taken place in a high-rise building, would surely have sent a certain man falling through the floor at least one whole level below. (Maybe several stores more, plus pulling down the building itself at the target.)
But platinum-silver-haired Index remained unfazed, her gaze fixed on her opponent. As she stared at him, something suddenly occurred to her; fear appeared in her eyes, as if she had finally realized who the visitor was. A moment later, she began another incantation. "M-L, S-B-G-M, G-C-R-M-S!" [(My dear lord, the specter from under my bed, has turned its sinister gaze on me. Grant me the courage I lack, to face the restlessness of a wandering mind, that prevents my peaceful sleep.)]
As she chanted, the man himself raised his eyebrows in astonishment at her ability. However, as soon as it was over… the aura around him, or rather the air in his personal space, uniformly (ignited?), as if it were gas in a balloon, or a combustion chamber in gas fuel motor engine. At that moment, a fiery ball of (purple fire?) enveloped him. Except in the next moment, the fire seemed to wrap around him like a veil. Yet he was not himself on fire. Almost as if the fire had simply licked an imaginary energy shield and slid off on it, down to his feet, forming a ring no higher than his ankles. Now it seemed as if the visitor had an additional protective ring of mystical fire around him that would burn any rat that tried to get too close.
This scene was enough to almost empty the alley of onlookers. That is, if we don't count those who were there for certain reasons, such as the rest of the Mugino team sitting at one of the tables, Uiharu whit Saten, and the like.
Unlike his previous attitude towards the matter, the man showed signs of unease as a dewdrop appeared on his face. "A fire from a higher plane? Are you seriously using me, to pull this menace down on mortal earth? I admit, its a beautiful display of skills, from a master-level apprentice. But this little thing won't work on something like a Nephilim. Aren't you confusing me with someone else?!"
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Someone would say that at this point the nun should have taken a step back under the pressure of this situation, but she took a step forward as a sign that she stood her ground. "Unlikely! The concepts stated by you, are contradictory extremes with no direct tangible or conceptual core. Therefore, from the theory alone, the given extremes do not have even minimal compatibility for copulation." [mating/cross breading between angels and demons]
The man in the tracksuit pants smiled as if he already had some experience with this statement. "Let's say that someone as amagic god, could be simultaneously cursed as (The demon, who brought the end of the world knew by ancestors.) and at same time praised as (The savior, who saved the world for the descendants yet to be born.). In that case, you have a basis where the other half would be anything that dares to step out from behind the curtain of non-involvement and intervene in the situation."
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Index puffed out her cheeks in displeasure, as if this truly was a talk between Master and its apprentice in (Nah, you wrong!) vibe. Still not taking her eyes off him, she addressed the group. "Normally I wouldn't get so involved in this matter if it were otherwise. But Touma;-- this one here could be extremely dangerous to the world."
Except the Visitor felt the need to correct her. "Librarian, what kind of world are you talking about exactly? Especially when you have a responsible supervisor standing before you, like a Warden? You are a mess of contradictions as if on purpose feed by wrong information's." Then his gaze become a strict one. "Who dare to even thought that is a good idea?; to lump, the librarian and the library, together into one entity? Tell me artificial scholar!; Which part of the imaginary trio I just mentioned; (Is the one connected to the real fear that flowing into you?); and (Which, of you?; is just making excuses?) The girl? The nun? The Librarian? The Library? Or the collar?" They stared at each other for a moment before he rolled his eyes. "Speaking of Grimoires; Wouldn't my grimoire?, a book about me, be a big deal, compared to regular residents of your library? Isn't it a correct to assume?, that just because I am, (right here in front of you), the total value of the contents of said library, has dropped enormously?"
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Only now, under the weight of facts, did the platinum-white-haired girl take a step back. It was clear that she hadn't considered this possibility. In fact, she looked touched, if not embarrassed, that she might have rushed into her (perhaps her?) decisions. At this point Index's mood dropped and her shoulders slumped as she dropped her gaze from him. "I lost."
Immediately, Touma responded in shock, "Are you serious?", not believing what his roommate had just said after all that what occurred here.
The T-shirt man holding it together like a teacher, frustrated by stubborn student, make a hand gesture; that overtake control of the empty chair like it was controlled by telekinetic, placing its seat directly behind the girl. By another gesture, he pushed the nun, to sit on it. Then a third one, puss her toward her original siting place. "Okay that will be enough for this half-play-time break. Lets put this class representative onto the bench, leaving a space for the other players to play this game. You are indeed clever, talented and with big potential. But at same time, a dummy and inexperienced. A perfect score for technique, but a poor score for not acting as Librarian shall. That wast knowledge of yours, to use on field cards of others, make you daring and carelessly. For that reason you have a collar and shackles; to keep you grounded and also a service to protect you from excessive responsibility. Otherwise, you will become a Tyrant and don't even get that."
She clearly dint liked that comparison, but he raised a warning finger while his voice got colder. "If you hit him three times, even Buddha will get angry."
Then, as it make her to stun, he sighed to give her one more piece of advice. "Surely, I don't need to explain to you, how much embarrassment you created for me, in the last two days? Like a bratty child who wants an attention from his daddy. So it mess with his detective work, and masterfully knock out a single character-line from a symbol, changing the meaning of that character and word. In result, sabotaging the surveillance construct like villain who robing a bank. From all those, who tried to stand in my way, while investigating the main incident from this weekend, you take the strawberry on top of parfait. [Parfait: Very appealing fruit dessert in a glass Jar/Cup, accompanied by fluffy cream and other sweet ingredients.]
Then he redirected his attention to the purple fire ring around him. He began swinging the raised finger, as if he were stirring a mysterious mixture in a cup; pudding or tea, perhaps. A change occurred on that ring of fire. As if get influenced by sudden invisible vortex, a stream line start to rise from it. Like crawling on the invisible energy shield toward the swirling finger. Some people can imagine a cotton candy being wrapped on a stick, by a clerk right in front of them. But the man looked at it as if it were a work of art, almost as if he were examining it, before he clenched his hand into a fist and the compressed fire dissipated as if it had not been crushed into particles, but rather sucked back into a realm where it belong.
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The librarian who was still watching him make a remarking on his performance: "So much raw power... the powerful can fall very deep."
Except that he seemed to have some experience with that statement as he looked sternly at the table over there: "I suppose I wouldn't get anywhere in arguments if something like that could stop me. Yet I have a job to do. That is not only extremely important, but has adequate support from really high places. My defeat would cost the winner dearly."
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[Notes]
-Project Exterior - As part of the initial experimentation with Mental-Out Espers; Misaki Shokuhou had a portion of her cerebral cortex removed to create the Exterior. This was a giant brain in a glass tank that would be able to replicate her powers with much greater strength, with a greatly increased range and number of people that could be controlled at once. It had a flaw that if hijacked, it will allow anyone to use Mental Out.
-Nephilim – It can mean fallen-one, giant, fallen angel, descendant of heaven and hell, half angel and half demon, a mysterious human being as big and strong as a giant, capable of great good and evil. Although Nephilim is translated from Hebrew as giant.