After having seen where her friend was residing for the moment, and just how gray that cell was she certainly had to do something to bring light into his life, especially after how harsh she had been on him. It was needed in her opinion yes, but that didnīt mean she didnīt care. Besides she remembered the last time one of her friends was in one of those cells and she had been the guard, it had certainly not been something she would wish on a second one, despite this one being more free that the last at least.

Up on her skateboard as she traverses the city right when things were starting to open for the day. Checking antiquarian book store, second hand places one by one, talking with the owners, turning on her charms. A weapon she seldom used to much avail but she was born with a rather strong force of personality to draw people in when she so wished that did tend to make sleeper business far easier when needed. Taking her some time to get all the books she searched for ready but lucking out to get them, then onward to the library. Damn this skateboard was certainly nice, and had made travel so much easier as she blazes through the city at speeds previously near unheard of for her, at least with this little effort.

Grabbing a computer and starting the daunting part of the day as she carefully searches around the databases at a slow pace, taking her time, both due to her lack of advanced skills in the field and just how unfamiliar she was with working these kind of infernal machines, glad that her former student had at least taught her some parts of it to better help her fit into the modern world. I should check in with her soon. Taking her careful time to find just the seven images she wanted for the evening, the seven that would be just perfect for what she was trying to accomplish, looking to the floating symbols around her as she shifts them unto the images, and throws them up to see the completed image before her eyes blending them with her imagination, eyes shifting left and right, rearranging and viewing with utmost care. Sighing and shifting as she replaces one after the other over and over again, constantly getting just a little closer to her goal but needing near every minute of itīs opening hours to get just the result she wanted. Splitting them up and printing out the 28 images with a little smile, grabbing them with her gloved hands, and quickly into a folder before returning to the circle.

Heading over to her own private room, ahh it was nice to have it back once more, and starting to implement the next part of her plan. First placing them all out so that she could see the full image she went for, grabbing her pencils and making small alterations, blended into the color schemes just barely able to be seen would one look carefully for where the color was just slightly deeper. Then carefully hiding piece by piece in the books, mostly just tucking them in between pages in such a manner that one could not see them from the outside, and putting just a little sticky clud on their back in a manner as to not hurt the book, no turning them over to just make them fall out that would be to simple and dull. No this way he would suddenly open a new page to be greeted with opening a full image instead covering both pages.

27 pieces hidden through the books, and one final key piece hidden within the bookframe of one of the books that just looked like it had gotten a slightly to hard hit at some point and was not fully whole.

Seeing how late it was, the sun long since having set as she sneaks over to the cell looking to see if Corn was either not present or asleep, venturing off, and coming back a few times until she could be certain he was in fact not in a waking or present state before leaving a little paper bag there on a chair containing four books, double sided tape, some clod to stick paper unto walls, and one letter. This time simply just a folded normal paper with the word "Rosy" on it.

Letter


Smiling and hoping that he would like these four books despite their covers being scratched and wounded. To her it was a sign of a book well loved how a book should be. But not sure he would agree, pristine and new was lacking life in her mind, this was special. Still their pages were whole and undamaged and that was what mattered right?

Besides it was a book series written by an Egyptologist with heavy inspiration drawn from it woven into a fantastic tale, with some luck it would tickle his fancy to read. Glad she had remembered to leave the chair, he would certainly need that to get enough height.

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