[h2]Misaka Mikoto[/h2]

"The fun way, I guess?" Mikoto answered, wondering what kind of 'fun way' there could be to dig a hole. Maybe this girl was some sort of earthbound telekinetic? That would explain a lot of what she'd seen, since by messing with the sand you could probably draw water to the surface. She hadn't thought there was [i]that[/i] much iron around, though, "If we get close enough, I can find any metal."

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[h2]Fujiwara no Mokou--Some School[/h2]

Wherever she'd ended up, it definitely wasn't the same outside world as her fight with Sumireko. That place had been relatively normal--or as normal as you could expect when you hadn't seen it for a thousand years. This one appeared to be having problems with the walking dead on a huge scale, which was strange from the immortal's opinion: they tended to go down pretty easily. Even without sheer force, any sort of interference should have been able to put down the problem before it got going; most supernatural beings wanted humanity to stay alive for a good reason.

Walking around looking for someone to ask what, exactly, was going on was a slow process marred by flame and the occasional explosion. Eventually, though the nuisances petered out--and someone most definitely still alive, and even more inappropriately prepared for this world than the white-haired girl was due to that enormous sword, came into view as she turned a corner, hands in her pockets.

"You're not from around here either, huh?" Mokou surmised, since nothing about the swordsman even remotely fit their surroundings--or the entire country, if the bodies of the walking dead were anything to go by.