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[Livestream] NDSec & EAGLE Peacetalk Conference
| > Transported Entities :
EAGLE,
Noah Bolter
> Have arrived!
> Conference Privileges Provided, please observe augmented virtual reality assistance widget to handle conference controls.
>Please apply manifestation data and selfrez.
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>The avatar seems to be a man in his 30s. His most prominent feature is possibly, his long, rough hair that doesn't hide his piercing eyes. He sits in EAGLE's seat, his left, fully augmented/synthetic arm holding a wine glass. He sips on the fake substance while waiting for the other two.
| > The image of a familiar woman in white phases into the room as the counter reaches the last few minutes before the conference begins. A voluptuous catboomer with long flowing white locks and a pristine pale complexion. She sits in White Lightning's center seat and flashes a smile toward the man representing Eagle.
>After her appearance she adjusts her collared white sweater dress and leans forward to steeple her fingers.
"Almost time~."
| > Shortly after the woman in white appears, one in long black coat does as well. Their hair is white like the woman's but with red highlights. they appear as well built as they can appear to be through the coat. Her gruff demeanor complimented by her one augmented eye.
>They tighten the fit on their gloves and follow behind the woman in white. They Casually lean against the back of the center seat.
"G'day."
>They nod to the EAGLE avatar.
| >The EAGLE avatar lets out a smile. He flips his rather rough hair, and continues to sip on the fake substance.
"You too. Bodyguard huh? Even in a virtual environment, surprising. You two don't look half bad. Maybe I should customize my avatar a little bit more."
>While waiting for the commander to arrive, he engages in idle chat, maybe just to pass the time.
| >Another avatar phases into the room. It was that of a man dressed in urban camo fatigue. An old battle scar runs across his face and over his left eye, which was clearly augmented, shining in a bright green tone. His dark hair was neatly trimmed.
"Greetings."
>The avatar says as he moves toward the seat designated for Noah.
| >Right above the table materializes a monochrome grey sphere, roughly half the size of an average man.
"Pᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ Bᴏx ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ. Eɴᴄʀʏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪs ғᴜʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ. Fᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇғʀᴀɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇss ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴄʀʏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴄᴇs ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ." — >Came machine-generated voice from the middle of it. The sphere itself is floating menacingly right above the table and the meeting time.
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| > Through the holographic nodes of the viewing room the virtual environment is visible. A digital glass conference table sits in the center of a white room, with three empty seats waiting for a body to log into them. A counter specifying meeting time hovers above the table.