9th day of Summer 512 AV
It took some time for Bob to rest and recover after that adventure in the pool, the pool that was still maddening and unbelievable for him. Remembering what he has learned and the people he met especially the charoda, Lliwen...Bob wondered if he should continue. He knew where she would be and perhaps using the excuse of their missed dinner he could meet her again. A hard decision made in his room where he was pacing around trying to make his decision. What if now there was no more danger the charoda would not need him anymore? That would be so much harder for him than trying to picking clothes that he felt the charoda might like. Out of all the options he settled for the captain's uniform that he...acquired in Sunberth last time since he was trying to impress a charoda. Being from the sea she might even recognize it and be impressed. So Bob used it all, even the broken monocle that came with it.
He must have looked really good because some people were looking and smiling with giggles. Bob obviously misunderstood why and continued braving through Alvadas. As far as he was concerned he was a real captain to them like when he saw those on the Zeltivan docks. Bob used all he knew of them to the extent of making for himself snooty curled red locks and walking in the arrogant way of using his cane to clear out the way for him among the non seaworthy folk. Those people apparently had no sense of humor. Nearing his destination which was the Sunken Conundrum he knew she loved being in for its books, Bob put on the finishing touches. Hopefully he was in the right place or he would have to do this all over again at the Rainbow Shells. To everyone passing him at the entrance they would not even realize what he was doing when he wiped the monocle that lacked the glass unless they knew shielding themselves.
Knowing that he wanted to use the broken monocle with the full uniform, Bob prepared for it at home. As long as it still had a frame, it was enough to use shielding to make it look more real...ish...? With his handy supply of ink, Bob a black line on the frame with its convenient circular shape. If only every surface was like this Bob would be able to draw a perfect round focus each time instead of taking too long to be practical in the crucial moments. His fingers which were 'wiping' traced around the frame and the dark focus on it adding more djed with each repetition. While there would be inconsistencies with the quantity, Bob knew that no one would notice as long them as the shield did its job. Assisted by the glyph the djed extended into the centre of the monocle and the hand Bob placed on it that had more djed so that it can all weave together to form a layer where the glass should have been before Bob tasked it to block out light. A lovely pitch black to look like a lens.
And none of it was stuck on his hands. Lovely. Of course that would not have happened but Bob learned shielding with reimancy as his basis and his understanding was that some djed might be left over on his hand which he produced it on. With only the monocle, or half of a dark glass Bob walked into the library. With only one eye actually being able to see Bob missed the obvious sign provided by the library. In fact, he not only missed the sign but also did not notice that through the door the building was full of water! Not until he got in for a few steps to realize that he was not breathing into his lungs. "Not again!" Bob yelled struggling as he reimagined his experience at the pond. This time he was alone so no one was going to be able to keep him alive...or not. "Why am I still alive?" he asked looking at himself in surprise. Perhaps the answer is he is dead? It was then he caught the sight of other visitors to the library reading their books under the water and decided to find out what was happening to him.
He must have looked really good because some people were looking and smiling with giggles. Bob obviously misunderstood why and continued braving through Alvadas. As far as he was concerned he was a real captain to them like when he saw those on the Zeltivan docks. Bob used all he knew of them to the extent of making for himself snooty curled red locks and walking in the arrogant way of using his cane to clear out the way for him among the non seaworthy folk. Those people apparently had no sense of humor. Nearing his destination which was the Sunken Conundrum he knew she loved being in for its books, Bob put on the finishing touches. Hopefully he was in the right place or he would have to do this all over again at the Rainbow Shells. To everyone passing him at the entrance they would not even realize what he was doing when he wiped the monocle that lacked the glass unless they knew shielding themselves.
Knowing that he wanted to use the broken monocle with the full uniform, Bob prepared for it at home. As long as it still had a frame, it was enough to use shielding to make it look more real...ish...? With his handy supply of ink, Bob a black line on the frame with its convenient circular shape. If only every surface was like this Bob would be able to draw a perfect round focus each time instead of taking too long to be practical in the crucial moments. His fingers which were 'wiping' traced around the frame and the dark focus on it adding more djed with each repetition. While there would be inconsistencies with the quantity, Bob knew that no one would notice as long them as the shield did its job. Assisted by the glyph the djed extended into the centre of the monocle and the hand Bob placed on it that had more djed so that it can all weave together to form a layer where the glass should have been before Bob tasked it to block out light. A lovely pitch black to look like a lens.
And none of it was stuck on his hands. Lovely. Of course that would not have happened but Bob learned shielding with reimancy as his basis and his understanding was that some djed might be left over on his hand which he produced it on. With only the monocle, or half of a dark glass Bob walked into the library. With only one eye actually being able to see Bob missed the obvious sign provided by the library. In fact, he not only missed the sign but also did not notice that through the door the building was full of water! Not until he got in for a few steps to realize that he was not breathing into his lungs. "Not again!" Bob yelled struggling as he reimagined his experience at the pond. This time he was alone so no one was going to be able to keep him alive...or not. "Why am I still alive?" he asked looking at himself in surprise. Perhaps the answer is he is dead? It was then he caught the sight of other visitors to the library reading their books under the water and decided to find out what was happening to him.