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Bringing up Gospel alone would have been a surefire way to perk up Sophia's attention, but saying that it gave her a direct link to that flipping Navi that took everything away from her? Now she had a reason to be legitimately interested in the chatroom, beyond begrudgingly tolerating it being thrust upon her.
"Really?" The single word had far more energy behind it than anything Sophia had said to Bambi before, and she seemed an awful lot more animated and excited suddenly. "If I tracked one of them down I could... and then..." (Wait, why was she saying all that out loud?!) She froze in place wide-eyed before returning to her usual slump. "...ugh, nevermind." Not only was trying to pick a fight with whoever managed to delete the SuperNavi destined to end horribly, but was she really thinking about rolling up to the chatroom and just picking fights with random people far more familiar with it? Stupid. "Just... keep going, what exactly is this stuff about multiple dimensions?"
"I'll believe it when I see it." was the sole, curt response MothMan gave to Bambi's description of the portals.
It sounded as if he was cutting off the conversation topic and dismissing her completely; While that wasn't wrong, behind the thick-skinned appearance MothMan was trying to exert, he was doing everything he could to avoid ruminating on the implications of parallel universes existing and the chatroom inviting travel between them. Bambi's off-hand mention of multiple versions of the same NetNavi and operator in particular was really beginning to eat at him. He hated thinking about his past deletions and subsequent backups as-is, but the thought that there really could be a non-hypothetical universe where he wasn't restored from one of those backups made every vertex in his body quiver. Or worse, that there were other versions of him and Sophia that were doing better in life and he had done things wrong for them to be in this seemingly dead-end position in li-
Get your shit together MothMan, none of this was real! It couldn't be real. All of this was just tinfoil-hat nonsense Bambi was spouting. All MothMan had to do was get her out of the picture, and then he would never have to worry about this ever again. He steeled himself to begin pressing on their emotions instead of his own, now that the boy was running off.
Bambi had the initial reaction MothMan was looking for: Hesitant and a little anxious. He opened his mouth ready to pick at this wound further, only to be completely blindsided by Bambi bouncing into excited theatrics. Crap, this was the exact opposite of what he wanted! He tugged at his antennae in irritation as Bambi got into her dramatic recount.
"B-Buggy?!" were the only words Sophia got out before Bambi turned her PET around. For the love of- the one time that Sophia managed to avoid being forced to sit through a meandering photo recap at a family gathering, Bambi had to intrude and do it?! Sophia wasn't particularly shocked by the images (she'd seen far worse on the Undernet already) but brazenness of Bambi showing these as if she was sharing holiday snaps was not lost on Sophia.
"Does this kind of thing happen to you often?" Sophia asked with a slight head tilt. The question was a sincere one, albeit with a motive. She was still trying to puzzle out what Bambi's whole deal was, and her faux-noir story did give her some ideas, but not enough to overconfidently jump to a conclusion just yet.
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"You probably won't believe it until you see a portal for yourself. I certainly didn't!" Bambi spent most of her free time trying not to remember the portal and what lay beyond it. She had stupidly followed a woman she had trusted - still trusted - and her worldview had been shattered an hour too late to save her from Agaki's attack and years too early for her to be mentally prepared to come face to face with -
Nah.
"I hope I'm the worst thing that comes out of that chatroom for you. When your first interaction started with someone trying to introduce your ribs to your lungs, it sets you up for a lot of anxiety when the next interaction comes." Mel had been fine. Milk had been fine. Eni and his entire entourage had been fine. But she still woke up in a cold sweat multiple times a week from a dream where something came through - sometimes a person, sometimes a thing, always an uninvited guest.
"I'm pretty. Weird men follow me around all the time." she shrugged. and turned her PET back to her. The pictures made it real, which was scary, but having pictures and being able to show them meant that its was the past. She flipped to a copy she had made of one and covered in GIF stickers and emojis.
"Thought I'd give you a treat by having your first interaction be with a hot nice girl like me." She flashed a cheeky grin at Sophia and framed her chin with her hands cutely. "You're welcome!"
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"I'm sure that's going to get all the likes." MothMan sardonically chimed in to Bambi's intentionally-gaudy photo edit. Far from his wittiest retort, but MothMan didn't want them to get the impression that Bambi's display had caught him off-guard just a moment ago.
"Thanks, I suppose this is an improvement from being kicked to death." Sophia replied before directing her view outwards to the general arcade area. "Although being dragged on these family trips sure does feel like that sometimes."
Meanwhile in the back of Sophia's mind, she had arbitrarily decided she had clocked Bambi's entire personality, thanks to Bambi bringing up her looks twice in quick succession: Bambi was the diva. The socialite. The kind of person who was convinced they were best at everything, had the best looks, and wanted everyone to know it and fawn over them for that. That was her real reason for the visit: To get that all-important first impression and cement her place on the social totem pole before anyone else could. (though Sophia couldn't convince herself that Bambi wasn't telling the truth about everything else...)
...Okay, but what the heck was she going to do with this realisation? Sophia wasn't going to deliberately feed Bambi's ego as she didn't have a use for her, and it would only invite more of Bambi's sickly extroversion to wear her and MothMan down. And this takeaway didn't offer an obvious path to getting Bambi off her back either...
"Excuse us, could we get to the..." A small crowd had snuck up and was trying to cut through where Sophia and Bambi were standing. As they squeezed past, Sophia noticed they were all carrying pretty chunky bundles of tickets... and they were all headed directly for the ticket machines. Crud! They're going to spend ages feeding all those tickets in, and having that many people floating around would ruin any chance of pulling off their scheme discretely for the time being.
...You know what? Screw it. "You wanna do anything together while we're here or..." Sophia directly asked Bambi.
While she was at best only begrudging tolerating Bambi's presence, there was no denying she had made this trip far less boring. Heck, Bambi enthusiastically sharing photos of the time she got the snot beaten out of her was far more interesting than any interaction Sophia ever had with her extended family. And you know what they say about keeping your enemies close...
But that didn't mean she was giving in. Sophia feigned a cough. "Pardon me," she turned her back to Bambi, then feigned a couple more coughs while hastily typing out a message on her PET. "...I'm fine." She turned back around, having quickly stuffed the PET back in her jacket.
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looik fora c hnace 2 sdcrew w/ her]#In spite of the speed-derived typos, MothMan heard Sophia's message loud and clear. And thank god, it seems she wasn't falling hook-line-and-sinker for Bambi's bullshit! Now he just needed to wait for a good opportunity to fuck with them...
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"These ones don't go online," at least not until Bambi needed to launch a vicious social media attack on the Agakis, but that was a plan B. "My online presence is extremely curated, and these don't fit."
Sophia seemed to ....not relax, that didn't seem quite right, but settle. Like she had figured something out, enough to think she had a grasp on their interaction. Perfect.
No one brought their A game when they thought they were dealing with a ditzy bimbo.
The crowd pushed them and she stepped around Sophia lightly. She led them to the skii ball machines, which was sparse with people, and still in line of sight for the adults at the party if they looked over.
When Sophia gave her a little fake cough and turned away, Bambi caught a glimpse of her sticking her gnarly custom PET back in her pocket. As much as she wanted to look over that PET, now wasn't the time. The cough itself was fine enough, as far as fakes go, but the uncharacteristically polite 'pardon me' would have revealed even a perfect fake. Time to call her bluff.
"Oh no if you aren't feeling well, we could go find somewhere to rest? They have benches over there where your family can still see you, so you know, I can't chase you into an alley to kick your ribs or anything," Bambi tossed her a wink. "I'll let you use my lap as a pillow, if you want."
Point took the opportunity to flicker back to Sophia's PET, spinning in greeting to Mothman. "We should get to know each other too! Do you want my prog customizer? We could color code them together." Pointe did a pas de bourrée couru to step closer and curtsied. "You really ought to close the IR scanner connection! It's very easy to get in here!"
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Sophia followed Bambi's cutesy finger wag towards the skii ball machines. Sure, why not. The area wasn't crowded and one of machines had a couple of leftover balls dispensed from an earlier game. Beats wasting any of her own Zenny.
"I said I'm fine, a stray crumb just fell down my throat." Bambi's emphasis on Sophia's family being within view didn't go unnoticed, but beyond a brief glance in their direction it provoked no reaction. What an empty threat, they never paid close attention to her! "If you want me to lay down on you like some weird cat, it's gonna have to wait." Sophia reached down and picked up one of the cork balls, tossing it up and down in her hands. "Don't you want to show off some amazing trick shots first?" Sophia asked Bambi with the most backhanded "enthusiasm" she could muster.
While Sophia may have been confident that she brushed off Bambi's attempts to get one over her, reaching for the ball left her PET at just the right angle to do a stealthy jack-in...
As much as the day was testing his patience, MothMan had no issue with biding his time on stake-out duty. Not that the skii ball setup was offering much; the machines looked too old to have any kind of jack-in capability, and there wasn't anything else close by of inter-
MothMan's surveying came to screeching halt with the sudden materialisation of Pointe within the PET's homepage. "Prog customizer?? Wh- How did you get in here?!" MothMan angrily baulked at Pointe's sudden greeting.
Wait, the IR sensor? Shit! It was essentially a souped-up jack-in port bolted to the PET after all... "You... look, what I said earlier wasn't an empty threat. I will fuck you up if you're here to pull a fast one." MothMan warned while flaring his wings.
While he really did want to fight Pointe then and there, wasn't he instructed to look for opportunities to fuck around with Bambi? And what better opportunity than having her Navi come directly to you? MothMan relaxed out of his combative stance and put on a more welcoming voice. "Buuuut sure, I would like to know more about you, Pointe. After all, I can tell you know a lot more than you're letting in on." MothMan leaned in with intent. "This isn't your first time snooping in on someone's PET, is it?" (Purely an educated guess, but it wouldn't be hard to recover if he was wrong...)
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Bambi couldn't help a little laugh. "Trick shot? No no- I'm shit at skii ball! Its just quieter and if I did something weird or violent, your back up could be here in an instant." The mental image, though, of Sophia with her little noodle arms being some kind of unexpected skii ball master definitely piqued her interest. "Can you do trick shots? I'd love to see!"
She tapped her PET to the scanner and balls rattled out noisily. She picked one up, gave it a little toss to mirror Sophia. She gave a sweeping underhanded throw, and true to form, it pinged hard against the top left hole. The momentum carried it to loop that hole's barrier, and it bounced so hard off one off the second widest middle section that it fell right back onto the ramp to roll into her cupped hands. Ugh. "I'm bad at racing games too. I overcorrect the instant things go wrong and it takes me out every time."
She stood back a step to observe Sophia.
Pointe game a smile and then leaned over to waggle her fingers at a curious prog. "Oh, I know you would! I would do the same if someone tried anything on my NetOp. I still think about burning down Agakis house with him and his whole bloodline inside." She had done it to a couple iterations of Sims already, and maybe one day when the CopyBots were all fixed up, she could get a proper plan in place, with itemized lists and timeline breakdowns for what accelerate to buy and what order to seal the doors in to prevent escape.
But she wasn't one to count her chickens before they hatched, and Agaki still had something her NetOp wanted. Pointe was very good at being patient.
She pulled up a copy of the prog customizer she had brought as a housewarming gift, handing it over respectfully with both hands like a proper guest. "Here!"
Pointe gave him a smile. "I'm sure we can have a lovely and insightful discussion, Mothman! And yes, I was in your PET just a couple minutes ago actually! We needed to make sure we weren't dragging an unrelated party into chatroom business!"
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Bambi describing the choice of location as a safety net in case she did anything nasty took Sophia by surprise. It really did seem like Bambi was doing everything she could to gain Sophia's trust, and it was getting harder and harder to subscribe some kind of hidden malicious intent to her actions. It always irked Sophia when that was the case.
"Don't get your hopes up." Not a particularly enthusiastic response to Bambi's challenge, but Sophia wasn't the boastful type. She stood by idly and watched Bambi's attempts to play ball without comment.
It took Sophia just a little too long to realise that Bambi was letting her have her turn. "Oh, right." She positioned herself in front of the machine, and performed a casual underarm throw without much thought put into the action. The ball bounced it's way up the ramp, and made it's way into... the second-closest ring to the centre? Huh. All of a sudden Sophia was eager to see how well she'd do when actually trying.
Sophia grabbed a second ball. This time, she readied herself for an overarm throw, aiming for a bullseye directly into the highest-scoring hole. After contemplating the angle for a few seconds, she let out a forceful pitch! At first it seemed like the stars had aligned and the ball was about perfectly slide in, only for it to just barely catch the ring's edge, sending it right back into Sophia's fac-
BONK!
"AUGH! BLAST! DANG IT!" The ball didn't really hurt, but the shock of it clonking her so precisely in the face made her exaggerate the pain. Sophia briefly paced around, face covered in her hands, before getting a hold of herself and lowering her hands to glare at whatever Bambi's reaction was. She just knew this would be something she'd never hear the end of...
Agaki, huh? Interesting name, and probably directly related to Bambi's impromptu vigorous rib massage. MothMan made a mental note of it, but held back from enquiring further; not only would that be revealing his hand too early, but he was still registering Bambi and Pointe as a threat (especially with Pointe's idle desire for arson), and trying to invoke something that was a threat to them could lead to retaliation. He would find a better knife to twist in due time.
Pointe's offer of "PROG_CUSTOM.apk" was met with a bemused expression from MothMan, followed by him snatching the file and giving it a hard inspection, akin to someone glaring at a provocative newspaper article. Surprisingly, there wasn't anything particularly sketchy-looking about it. The application was digitally signed, all the metadata looked legit...
...he must have been gripping it a little too hard however, as before he knew it the file began extracting and installing itself! Despite his split-second panic, the quick installation and the very benign user interface that popped up afterwards lead MothMan to conclude there probably weren't any viruses snuck in with it. Before he could vocally question what exactly had just been installed, Pointe began walking him through the application's UI.
Knew it. MothMan felt rather vindicated to learn that Pointe had already been spying on them, as it gave him tangible fuel for his distrust. "You two really are serious about this chatroom business, huh." MothMan crossed his arms. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but have you been involved in any other... sketchy business?" His tone indicated that he, in fact, hoped they did mind the question. "Because I might just have some exploits of my own to share... if you're also willing to." He flashed a (somewhat) friendly grin.
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The first throw got an excited noise from Bambi. Oh man, she hadn't taken Sophia for an athletic type, but maybe -
Oh. Oh no.
"Oh no oh no oh no!" Bambi stepped forward and tipped her head, trying to peer around Sophia's hands. "You... don't look like you're bleeding, so your nose probably isn't broken. Are you okay?"
When Sophia pulled her hands away glaring, the effect was ruined a little by it looking a little cross-eyed. Bambi turned to the snack counter. "I'm gonna get ice! Just hang on a second!"
The employee manning the counter seemed to have heard the commotion and was already sealing a plastic bag filled with ice, and Bambi look it carefully like it was precious cargo. It was a shame she wasn't sure a good review would stick when she crossed back, otherwise she'd write a glowing one. She shoo'ed away the people who were helicoptering around Sophia but not actually offering any help. "Come on - give her some space."
She pressed the ice pack into the other girl's hands. "How about we find something with less ... uh face smacking potential?"
Pointe scrolled through the interface, pointing out the color picker and the special palettes she had just uploaded with the specific green of Sophia's hoodie in mind (navy blue for a sophisticated touch, terra cotta for a bit of contrast, a couple different options with a couple different pinks because it was just too classic to pass up).
She listened with one audio receptor to the commotion outside and determined her NetOp had it handled.
Pointe turned to Mothman then, and stared unperturbed up into his eyes. "Mothman, if you want to dig for information, you'll find I'm not very receptive to beating around the bush. I can dance around a topic all day." Pun intended. "You either need to be better at being sneaky, or you need to be direct, or I will have every single one of your progs in a hat before I give you something you can find a 'c hnace 2 sdcrew w/ her' as your NetOp put it. I've been operational for nearly ten years, and my programming is built to deal with complex psychological situations for therapy."
Pointe smiled, and pulled up a particularly impractical fascinator with feathers that was just darling. "We have multiple dark chips, two copybots we plan on illegally upgrading, and contacts with black market merchants, current and former net terrorists, and darkloids. I'm not a battle navi, and Fawn isn't a net battler, but we're going to do whatever it takes to survive whatever this chatroom is."
She pulled the fascinator out, and starts adjusting the colors piece by piece. She offers it out to him, smiling gently, sadly. "And considering it doesn't care whether you believe in it before it tries to steal your NetOp from under you, it's good to have friends before something can go wrong."
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Grabbing an ice pack seemed like an over-reaction at first, but the point of impact was starting to ache more and more now that the initial shock had worn off. And to make matters worse, the nearest arcade-goers had all dropped what they were doing to gawk at her. "What ARE you looking at?!" Sophia burst out at a random bystander, dropping her arms with her fists clenched.
Before anyone could escalate the tension, Bambi swooped in with an ice pack and broke up the crowd. Sophia accepted the ice with a muffed "Thanks..." and swiftly applied it. It was... soothing, and a welcome contrast from how stuffy the building was. "I... need a sit down first..." Sophia lugged herself in the opposite direction of where her family was seated, with Bambi in tow. While there already were benches nearby, Sophia was not in the mood to have half her family swarm her in shallow concern; her already low-capacity social battery was on the verge of leaking and spilling out corrosion.
The two girls shortly found themselves sat by the pinball tables; wasn't necessarily the least crowded place, but most of the patrons were too engrossed in their games to pester Bambi and Sophia. "My luck has been so crummy lately." Sophia confided, slapping the ice pack on the empty side of the bench. "Nothing I've done with MothMan has been going to plan, and you saw how well my attempt at having fun went." She let out a loud sigh. At least Bambi's presence was... tolerable. She seemed to give an actual darn about Sophia's feelings at the moment, and it didn't feel totally vapid either...
MothMan was hardly the decorative sort, but just fiddling with the colour options on a random Mr. Prog was making him begin to appreciate the gift of the customizer. It wasn't uncommon for the progs used by the PET's mods to have firmware errors or conflict with each other; some colour coordination would go a long way in diagnosing those issues faster. Plus it would make them stand out a little more against Sophia's, to be frank, shit file organisation.
A brief look at the hat menu was all that MothMan got before the outside eruption came through the PET's microphone. Crap, had he fallen for some kind of distraction?! MothMan snapped towards Pointe who... looked equally as concerned? He held off any kind of accusation and instead opened a camera window in hopes of getting more context to what happened...
...Not that the jostling view of the pocket's inside offered much clarity. But when it settled, there was just a small enough window through the pocket for MothMan to see Bambi applying ice to Sophia. Okay, so she just smacked herself with a ball? Christ, she still has no pain tolerance at all. MothMan closed the feed and exhaled. Good thing Bambi was doing something about it and keeping her comfor- No no no! These people are crazy, remember!? So what if Pointe is being friendly, accommodating and gave a useful gift with cute hats?! As long as they're spreading this portal lunacy, they can't be trusted! It can't be real...
...Fucking hell, did he really forget to close Sophia's typo bomb? MothMan froze for a second, but quickly pivoted to playing it cool. "I'll admit it... she's crap at speed typing." MothMan gave a mischievous chuckle, briefly pretending he was dodging Pointe's successful bluff call. "But seriously, I'll stop being coy. I do apologise for underestimating you." God, as if he wasn't feeling off his game already, Pointe was showing him up badly. They both were specifically programmed for psychology and had existed for far longer than he had. Best take Pointe's suggestion of being direct, lest he be read like an open book.
"What I mean is, Sophia and I have been making our livelihood through cybercrime for as long as we've been Navi and NetOp. All the tried-and-tested classics: BBS scams, reselling stolen digital goods, breaking into machines to get free shit, as you noticed earlier. I have the inkling you're also on the so-called 'wrong side' of the law, and I want to know all about it." MothMan turned back to the customizer to scroll through the hat selection, still keeping a stern demeanour. "If you want to gain Sophia's trust so badly, that kind of activity is the thing she respects being open about."
Pointe humoured MothMan's request, and wow, he really had underestimated the two of them. "Heh, that's an impressive rap sheet. Can't say I've been anywhere near CopyBots myself, outside of hearing CyberCafé gossip." MothMan replied with a yet-unheard of degree of earnestness.
In spite of that, he had to put a pin in their Not a battle Navi, not a NetBattler. remark. While Pointe could just be acting modest, if there was any potential attack vector against these two, that was it. But as long as Pointe was squatting inside his PET, any hidden cue to tell Sophia to search the arcade for NetBattling equipment would have to wait. Besides, just playing along and not acting underhanded was getting him results.
MothMan took the fascinator with one hand, giving it a slow, quizzical inspection that gradually stilled as Pointe spoke their last sentence. He really didn't like the solemn way they were speaking about the chatroom; directly challenging his vehement denial, warning him it needs to be "survived", and something about the way they said "it tries to steal your NetOp from under you" felt... literal and specific. A redirection of the subject was in order.
"I wouldn't say we do what we do out of survival, it's just that we're not blind to how much of society is rotten to the core." MothMan lowered his arms and made eye contact with Pointe, fascinator still in hand. "And we're sticking on the side that avoids being consumed by that rot."
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Bambi sat listening, gently running her fingers over the zipper of her big orange slice shaped duffle back. Sophia was so obviously frustrated, and Bambi could imagine. So many nasty surprises in such a short time had a way of making someone feel so small. She had worked her whole life to never be the prey animal, but that work was exhausting and it came crumbling so easily.
There were people tougher than her or Pointe who had gotten knocked on their ass by this. Faster, smarter, stronger, just plain better suited in every single way, people with power bordering supernatural and they still got hurt. People with power that the universe chose again, and again, and again, over and over in every different flavor and circumstance.
Not her or Sophia.
Bambi felt small plenty of times in her life - every week across from her father as he barely made an effort to even project an easier truth onto her, then even more so when he cut it to every two weeks, and every single time the Ijuuin heir made the news for whatever he was making the news for, and whenever she got passed up for a dancer who worked half as hard as her but had fairer skin and and and - but not like this. Not like a child being hunted by monsters no one else could see.
She needed something better than allies. She needed friends. She needed people who would have her back because she would have theirs. She needed to surround herself with people who could make her feel confident enough to fight back with everything she had, and who would feel the same with her in their corner.
First, though, she needed to give Sophia a sense of power she could take away from this. How could she build Sophia up? Bambi was great at building people up, but if she wanted it to stick, she needed to go slow, so Bambi wouldn't take that confidence with her when she left Sophia to home.
Bambi had made good progress with the ice, it seemed. Maybe start there?
She unzipped her bag as she thought, sat it between them. She dug and dug, looking for her carefully labelled and bedazzled pill box in search of the over the counter pain killers she kept. She dug past her extra clothes, sanitary and beauty products, the matchbox for Mel and Milk, the glasses cloth for Hiro and Officer Novella, her multiple box cutters, and kept digging.
"That sucks. Can't even have your whimsy in a arcade without it being a danger to your face."
Now they were getting somewhere!
Pointe beamed at him, scooping up a darling little prog with twitch in its claspers and spinning as she plucked the fascinator from his hands. The fascinator went to the base of the claspers and the movement of the feather when it twitched gave it lovely visual interest. She set it down with a kiss to the flat top of its head.
"We'll have to get them to talk about it then! Probably somewhere else since this is a public space, but they could really bond!" Pointe pulled up the menu again, and chose a fishing hat with colorful decorative lures. "Do you have a prog dedicated to phishing? This would just be perfect." She spins and looks at the progs who are watching them now that one of their companions has a fancy hat shaking fabulously with each tick.
Pointe considered Mothman. Considered the rot comment. He wanted to change the subject, going still at the idea of something taking his NetOp.
"We're still working through the morals of it. Fawn says we're evil now, and i suppose that's fair, if what we're doing is going against status quo. It all sounds very romantic like that." If a rotten society is what they concerned themselves with, though, they would need to get something out of the way. She hated to taint the relationship so early, but Bambi didn't just want to get someone on their side - she wanted a friend.
"We might be what you want to avoid though."
And friends don't keep secrets just because they hurt.
"Fawn is an Achida. We're very rich, and not newly. We're old money and old money is very very dirty."
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Bambi's bag immediately got Sophia's attention, and she was confident that Bambi was very intentionally trying to get her attention, with the way she was fussing the zipper and placing the bag right between them. Mind games or not, Sophia was more than happy to be nosy at a stranger's belongings... or, well, Bambi wasn't much of a stranger to her now.
Sophia peered over as Bambi rummaged through her bag, spying for anything of interest. A mountain of makeup, a change of clothes, ...who needs that many box cutters at once? Odd. Bambi's digging soon unearthed her selection of Battle Chips, which did grab Sophia's attention due to how... bog-standard the collection was. A cut above weak starter pack fodder, sure, but they were all very straightforward attacking chips, and didn't seem picked with any obvious combos or Program Advances in mind. The only thing more exotic was some area denial and keep-away chips, includin- wait, huh?
"...Recov75? Is that even a thing?" Sophia couldn't help exclaim upon spotting that particular chip's label. Didn't recovery chips only exist in increments of ten?
MothMan had a hearty chuckle towards Pointe's idea of giving a phishing prog a fishing hat. It did sound quite cute, honestly. "No, but I wish I did now!" MothMan pulled across the window for a closer look at the hat. "That sort of thing we usually do the manual, old-fashioned way." (Maybe a more automatic solution would have helped avoid the cock up with the chatroom BBS, MothMan mused to himself.)
Achida. Pointe said the surname with a degree of gravitas, but if there was any significance to the name alone it was lost on MothMan. Probably for the best he didn't recognise it; it's been an uphill battle to have MothMan give Pointe any time of day at all, and him registering the name of some notorious rich family had the potential to reignite his lightly-simmering paranoia.
"Tsk, what money isn't dirty?" MothMan replied dismissively. "Not that most rich people will admit that's the case. The world has far too many nepo babies who insist they got where they are though 'hard work' or 'pure talent' instead of being drop-lifted a mountain of Zenny from their family." MothMan mimed out the scare quotes. "Closest thing we have to wealth is living in an oversized McMansion, all because Sophia's family wants to cram everyone under one roof like sardines."
Sophia's confusion over the recovery chip came through crystal-clear over the PET's mic, and MothMan's curiosity was piqued just enough to glance back at the camera window... and thanks to Sophia leaning over, the PET was poking out enough to give him a view! At the risk of Pointe taking notice, MothMan paused the feed and zoomed in to the chips, quickly coming to the same conclusions as Sophia. Very basic selection, no real synergies, lopsided balance towards support and recovery, all seemed to corroborate Pointe's claim that Bambi wasn't a NetBattler...
An extra-loud DING! reverberated from a nearby pinball table the very moment MothMan realised this was the perfect opportunity! He closed the camera window with a devilish grin as he prepared his address to the outside world.
As Bambi began to dig out her pill box, Sophia's PET vibrated followed by MothMan making his presence known. "You know Sophia, maybe we should share some of our own chips and technique!" He chimed in with an overly friendly tone, making sure to be loud enough to not be muffled by the pocket. "After all, what better way to bond than a friendly NetBattle, hmm?"
Sophia thought that was an odd interjection at first... but quickly put the dots together. "Man, do I even have good chips on hand right now?" Sophia ruffled her hands through her pockets, she always had some chips on her person, but... "Ugh, if we didn't get dragged out so fast we could have prepared for this..."
