Professor Kusanagi, PhD
'Perfectionism is a special kind of hell', Mokoto thought, head unconsciously cocked as furniture of all shapes and styles flickered in and out of digital existence around her. She had been trying to 'pretty up' the entrance to Section 9's server, to make it properly professional, but after three hours of invasive design creep and another ten minutes cursing smart-ass artists who thought hard-coding units of measurement in bananas was funny; She was ready to just write this entire endeavour off.
'Deep breaths, Mokoto', feeling her back tense and ache, even without a physical body. 'Doxxing a creator in petty revenge is not a health mindset.'
She was startled from her sinister planning by the sudden appearance of the ever-serene and regal Kitsune. Yoko took a measured gaze around the room before arching one of her fine brows in an unspoken query; to Mokoto's rising embarrassment.
Tails swayed and a furred ear flicked when Yoko finally spoke.
'I recently received a request from a... friend,' she grimaced, distaste clear on her immaculate avatar. 'Though the topic is far from difficult for me, I am strongly adverse to the location of the forum.'
'Okay...? This is personal right? Why come to me?' Mokoto leaned against cocktail table that wasn't there before she spoke. Quickly, her arms jumped up in a placating motion, 'Not that I won't consider it! Send over the deets. It could be interesting, even! But couldn't you just, you know, say no to this?'
With a sigh that seemed to hold the weight of the world, Yoko crossed her arms tightly to her chest. 'I promised to support a friends kids after he died.'
Opening the forwarded message made Mokoto even more confused and even a bit suspicious.
'And how does that tie into masqurading as an associate professor at the Arasaka Institute of Technology?'
'Stupid gonk couldn't have just bought a joytoy? Nooo, he had to blackmail a student!' Mokoto grumbled for what felt like the hundredth time in the past week about the boneheadedness of a certain professor she would be replacing. Never mind the mental hoops she had to jump to comprehend how Yoko thought red-flags weren't firing off when someone ten years younger than even the youngest student was "hired" with an accredited PhD.
She was turning heads all through campus, though she hoped it was only the questioning kind, as she arrived at her assigned class.
Straightening her spine and taking a solidifying breath, Mokoto pushed open the door and went from 'Toko Kusanagi, Solo Extrodinaire, to Professor Kusanagi, PhD.
'Welcome, to CS-407, Intrusion and Counter-Intrusion. This is this final class for those focusing in cybersecurity, so work hard; you're nearly there. And those of you extra keen or perceptive, you may even pick up some of the more experimental techniques just coming onto the scene.'
Finally at the front of the large and nearly filled lecture hall, Professor Kusanagi set the steaming thermos of coffee to the side of the lecturen and picked up a stylus.
Optics scanned the swath of flabbergasted faces, a grin worthy of a gremlin slowly filling her face. 'Let's get started.'