Let's talk about Monsters (Zoe)

Zoe blinked, somewhat surprised as her glasses her lifted up and slid off her face. Er, what was he doing? She stared at him, tilting her head. As Allen placed them on his head... He'd definitely see something he hadn't expected. There were various data screens flashing across the glasses- showing codes and profiles of individuals. In the brief moment he wore the glasses, the images would have appeared just moments before he slid them off- having taken their time to appear as the glasses settled.

When he handed Zoe back her glasses, she smiled weakly while sliding them on. She wasn't sure if he had seen the files she had been going through. Not many ever saw the other side of Zoe's glasses. Most didn't know that they were smart glasses and were always running based off a word logarithm that Zoe set up. Still, she followed him out to the courtyard, giving a soft bow of the head as he held the door open for her.

As he finally spoke, Zoe tilted her head to the side. ”Eh? Sure,” she spoke, nodding firmly. Looking around, Zoe made sure no one was in the area before glancing back towards Allen. ”Let me know once you've braced yourself.”

Zoe smiled softly as she rubbed the back of her head. ”Are you sure?” she'd ask again. The girl would give the courtyard another scan before adjusting her glasses. She grinned coyly when he mentioned talking about her 'shades.' If he said he was sure, Zoe would nod before crossing her arms. ”Do a lap around the courtyard and time yourself.”

If he did that, she'd roll her shoulders. ”How long did it take?” she'd ask. After he responded, she'd then start whistling. Yep, just whistling. When she was done with her short little tune, Zoe looked him over. ”Do it again and tell me how long it takes.”

((Dropping 29 Stats off his Dex and 1 off his Int

Symphony Drag [1 Post Per 15 Int] 1/5

Zoe can play a series of notes that seem to cause distress in those who hear it. Those who fall victim to it find themselves weakened by the frequencies as they effect their brains. Those who hear them either lose 30 stat points scattered across various stats while Zoe herself loses 10 dexterity and 5 wisdom. Zoe can also inadvertently play a song that allows those who hear it to gain 30 stat points scattered across various stats. Zoe herself still loses 10 dexterity and 5 wisdom with no stat gain herself. Only one effect can be done at a time. ))

Zoe nodded as he spoke. He already understood. Good. She'd reach up to adjust her glasses as her eyes shifted to look him over. He'd find the effects wearing off. ”I just told your brain to slow you down,” she explained. ”Certain pitches and sounds when layered or ordered in a certain way can cause adverse effects on individuals. You should be feeling better now.” She'd smile weakly before turning to walk all the way across the court yard.

”Now, if you want to continue, this one's going to hurt a bit!” she called out. ”Are you sure you want to see?”

Zoe with some relief as she approached Allen, smiling weakly. ”Ah... I'm a bit relieved you don't want to continue to be frank,” she sighed gently. Looking him over, she observed him. She wasn't sure how he felt about the whole situation. ”Er...” At the mention of fighting him, her smile weakened. ”I suppose if you want, once you're all better...” She seemed unsure.

When he brought up her glasses, she tilted her head before taking them off and looking them over. ”They're just smart glasses,” she'd say, shrugging.

Zoe would allow him to take the glasses, not seeing any harm in allowing him to look over them. When he gave them back, she would put them back on her face, readjusting them accordingly. As he asked his questions, she grinned, nodding. ”Yep. It's basically a computer on my head,” she explained, fidgeting with the glasses.

”Eh? Just where you were born, your blood type, all the times you've been to the hospital, your school records and stuff. You know, normal things," she spoke casually.

Zoe would smirk as he spoke, nodding along. When he finished, she crossed her arms in thought. ”Ah, no problem... er eh?” She tilted her head curiously. ”I guess I'd like to go over to your house, sounds like it could be fun!” She smiled softly as she dug into her pocket to pull out a small phone. It was pretty old.

”Uh yeah, here's my number,” she'd say, showing him the number on her screen.