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((OOC: I'm a little unclear on the environment for this one [ie are we in the castle, outside the castle, anything that can be used for cover, etc] so I tried to work around it for this post. If you could define it a bit more for me, that'd be greatly appreciated.))
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Kurt wearily turned his head to face the source of the noise, cracking one eye to affix the alarm clock with the most hateful gaze he could muster. There was a barely audible 'click' before the device exploded it a shower of sparks, Kurt sighing contentedly to himself and letting his head fall back to the pillow as the EMP projector retracted back into his forearm.
'You know...' A voice intoned into his head as he tried to find sleep again, 'Your random destruction of mechanical objects would bother me more if I didn't know you could put it all right back together again.'
“Will... Did you hack my system again?”
'...Maybe?'
“Dammit man! How many times have I asked you to stop doing that?”
'Look, I only patched into your auditory system and I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't concerned with you being late for your next match. Do you even know how much time you have to get there?'
Reluctantly opening one of his eyes again Kurt stared blankly at the now smoking remains of the alarm clock on the table beside his bed. Unfortunately it had been a digital display and had been wiped clean when he fried it.
“I have lots of time.” He lied as he closed his eyes once more, hoping against hope that that would be enough to placate Will.
The equivalent of a sigh passed over the connection as Kurt pictured his longtime friend shaking his head in frustration.
'I had hoped it wouldn't come to this...'
“Wouldn't come to wha... Hey! What'd you do?!” Kurt exclaimed as he suddenly felt fully aware, the last traces of sleep being wiped from his body.
'Sent a sound to wake up your body. It's based off the meditation chants that a few cults and religions use to enter trances.'
“That's dirty pool man.” He shot back, climbing out of the bed that had been provided for him and grabbing his overcoat off the chair he had slung it over.
'Anything less and you wouldn't have moved.' The disembodied voice pointed out.
A smile spread over Kurts' face as he pulled on his overcoat, reaching into one of the hidden pockets to pull out a palm sized metal box that only sported a push button on the front and an antenna out the top.
“Yeah, I guess you're right on that one. See ya later Will” He said as he pressed the button on the box, thinking back to the remote charge he had placed under the chair Will always liked to hack from, just enough to knock the legs off it. Chuckling at the line of profanity he stepped out into the hall, making mental note to fix Wills' chair for him when he got back.
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The transition from Kurt Sharle to remote consciousness to Zeto Numbra went a little smoother this time, Zeto blinking into existence soon after Kurt plugged in, silver bands once again wrapped around his forearms.
“Whoa shit!” He exclaimed as he laid eyes upon the weapon in his opponents hands, the Armguards of the Moon reflexively disintegrating into their particle form to float around his body in anticipation of the weapon being fired.
Once these memories were uploaded back to Kurt he may reflect on the use of the powerful gun in a medieval setting, but the persona of Zeto saw nothing but a formidable adversary in a soon to be battleground. Although, he was able to note how he seemed to be pulling female adversaries at this point, an odd occurrence in tournaments but something to be wary of, for they rarely got there by accident.
Her stance spoke of nothing but her professionalism, conveying her ability with her weapon but nothing of any possible weaknesses. Her armour barely covered her shapely body, at first distracting, but the threat of the gun she brandished pushed those thoughts aside.
“I guess there's no way we can talk things out, eh?” Zeto joked as he began to circle around to his right, hoping to entice her into firing instead of having to charge blindly into the barrel of that intimidating weapon.
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