"Oh", Blaine's voice now showed surprise, struck by a thought that never crossed his mind, "I thought it was a job call. Classy room of a group whose profession is to secure the net, filled with operators, a city in chaos needing more workforce to face off Mitsuba Channel... But I might be wrong".
"If you're wrong, then this is all a waste of time", the NAVI remarked, his arms folded and pressed to his chest. "They should at least have been more to the point".
"I'm not sure why they were so vague, Dragoon. We'll just have to wait and see, huh? Anyway, nice to meet you people"
Fernando looked over to Blaine. "Nice ta meet you, too. Fernando MacGuinness, network admin, at your service. I'd go to shake your hand, but..."
He indicated the boardroom table.
"...Probably not very practical."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""So, just to set the record straight; none of us know exactly why we're here - only that it has to do with Mitsuba Channel and most probably taking them out, considering the nature of who called us. Am I right?"
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""Well, I'm a network administrator, so... might be helpful to have someone who knows their way around the outsides of computers. That's probably why they brought on hackers - people who can manipulate code easily are bound to be a help when fighting what seems like the latest in a long line of Net terror groups."
Meanwhile, in cyberspace, RifleMan looked around. "So, how's it going with all of you lovely people?"
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Mike returned Catriona's grin with one of his own. He always got enthusiastic when someone asked him about what he was listening to.
"If you mean the artist, Eclectic Outlet. They're this new Neo Jazz group that's all the rage on the BBS we go to." He explained, including his Navi. "So far I'm only on their third album, but I'm definitely feeling the vibe, even though Jazz isn't really my style..." Mike then realized he might have gone on a bit too long; he often does.
"...Uh, sorry if I said too much. In short, it's chill." He then moved on to what everyone else was talking about. "Me and Beat got a letter after graduation. I think we got chosen 'cuz of our netbattling..."
Beat gave Gear's hand a firm and confident shake.
"Good to meet you guys."
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I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.RifleMan's head swivelled over to Storm Owl, his posture not having changed much since he sauntered on in and sat in one of the chairs Rediron had so graciously provided.
"Joy. He sounds like he'll be pleasant to be around."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."RifleMan looked around for a moment, trying to figure out exactly where he'd be able to look to stare at this "Vile"'s Op, before simply deciding to not care about it.
"Well, so long as he isn't like this all the time, I think I can deal with it. Viruses are way more annoying."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Gear turned to beat and extended a arm out "Assault Gear. Gear for short," he said.
Rai smiled, "So was everyone called up here?"