[h2][center][b][color=a50d33]Kaybernett[/color][/b][/center][/h2]
[sup][center]Head Office, Clock Tower[/center][/sup]
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The meeting place was just a hop and a skip away from the duelling grounds, so Jack had the pleasure of an easygoing stroll through the storied halls of the Clock Tower on a sunny afternoon. The paths to different departments of the association were very familiar to him, and the head office was no exception, so he was able to get there more-or-less on time despite his pace.

Jack's suit-jacket had been stained with blood during the process of saving the loser of a violent duel a few minutes ago, and while he wondered if walking into the war meeting looking like that would have helped him seem strong and intimidating, he decided against doing so, tucking the jacket away in his case and resolving to clean it later.

The Meatmaster had met the headmaster before, but the business today was apparently being led by a higher-up named Orson. The name certainly sounded familiar, and as Jack stepped through the door and gazed about, he recognized the face of the old man behind the desk as well. Added on to that were two seated men who gave the distinct impression of combat experience- and Jack would know, given his usual job was to stand by while people fought all day. Finally, a younger woman still standing in front of Orson's desk.

[color=a50d33]"Nobody let you know what we're doing here? The Director here must think pretty highly of you as a mage, Miss Hifumi, because you've been picked for the operation against the Grey family."[/color] He said so as if he hadn't been picked for the exact same thing.

[color=a50d33][i]I got picked because of my healing. Not because I have a track record of assisting against rogue families, right..?[/i] [/color] He took another sweep of the office. [color=a50d33]"Afternoon, all. I'm Jack."[/color] Not taking a seat as of yet, he sent friendly looks around the room, and an offhanded nod to Orson.