[h2]Misaka Mikoto[/h2]

With her emergency power boost having started up whatever was actually supposed to power the device--probably some sort of nuclear power source, from what the Railgun knew, though why that would be buried so deeply under a desert was as confusing as anything else--and consequently breathed new life into the machine, the Railgun rejoined the others. Seeing that nobody else seemed eager to interact with the technology, Misaka stepped forwards and scanned the panel for a flag representing a familiar language.

After an awkward pause whilst every language on Earth and then some was represented, she found the Japanese flag and selected it.

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[h2]Fujiwara no Mokou[/h2]

The immortal trailed behind as they got to the bottom floor, mentioning that she was going tos tart the fire now that the other two were--effectively--outside. It wasn't going to be an easy thing to get the building burning, since its walls were composed of some stone-like substance*. The furnishings and the floors would be easier, though, and then the whole place would be gutted by the conflagration.  It might even get hot enough to make the thing collapse.

Now having ascended the stairs again, and surrounded by the gory mess of the passage through the building, Mokou set about actually getting the place to burn. It wasn't something that she needed to put much thought [i]into[/i] any more; if you spent centuries practising the same old tricks again and again it became second nature. Besides, not setting the scenery on fire was the part she normally had to try for. Burning a stationary object...

It couldn't have been more than a minute or two before the long-haired girl walked out the entrance, with an ominous orange glow behind.

*concrete