002.
[A clattering can be heard as Bardock enters a car that can best be described as the library car. He glances back with an incredulous look now; his glasses have fallen off the collar of the shirt he is currently wearing--a green tank top. If one looks, they can see his State Alchemist uniform appears to have been hastily stuffed into his luggage.]
Not. Again.
[With a quick motion, he picks them up and inspects them--there is now a large crack across the lefthand lens, in addition to the crack that was already on the righthand lens.]
Damnit, there had better be a good alchemy book in here. If I wasted my time dragging my stuff here, I'm going to be pissed.
[He lays his luggage on the ground, then starts snooping through the shelves of books. Battle worn fingertips fall upon a leather book and a smirk crosses his face now. Maybe this is the one he's been looking for. He pulls it off the shelf and starts looking through it. Quickly, he pulls out his leather-bound journal and his pen, drawing the transmutation circle he has been looking for before placing his glasses on the circle. Two hands are placed on the circle now and he taps into the energies to activate the circle. When all is said and done, the glasses are fixed anew.]
There we go.
[He puts the glasses on now with a quiet smirk upon his face. If anyone wanted to interrupt him, now would be the time--while he is in a good mood.]
Not. Again.
[With a quick motion, he picks them up and inspects them--there is now a large crack across the lefthand lens, in addition to the crack that was already on the righthand lens.]
Damnit, there had better be a good alchemy book in here. If I wasted my time dragging my stuff here, I'm going to be pissed.
[He lays his luggage on the ground, then starts snooping through the shelves of books. Battle worn fingertips fall upon a leather book and a smirk crosses his face now. Maybe this is the one he's been looking for. He pulls it off the shelf and starts looking through it. Quickly, he pulls out his leather-bound journal and his pen, drawing the transmutation circle he has been looking for before placing his glasses on the circle. Two hands are placed on the circle now and he taps into the energies to activate the circle. When all is said and done, the glasses are fixed anew.]
There we go.
[He puts the glasses on now with a quiet smirk upon his face. If anyone wanted to interrupt him, now would be the time--while he is in a good mood.]