>>6098487Last but not least is the first. After indulging in both the divine and obscene, you are left with the actually practical.
You make your way to the kitchen to hydrate, managing to get back to the library with minimal confusion. The nudies are scattered in place bar one. Whoever took it can have it for whatever purposes. You put the rest back, roughly as found, and hurry to avoid the temptation of reopening them.
Several hours have passed since you started your literary endeavors. You estimate that this guidebook should kill some more time until another meal and then evening.
Now to learn the "hello," "how are you," taxi calls, and so forth, in Egyptian Arabic...it all just comes back to letters and sounds, huh? Letters and sounds, the power of words and names. Like Stand names, and music...
You learned some basics, enough to get around and ask for directions or help. You practice with another person.
<span class="mu-s">KNOWLEDGE</span>:
Language (Egyptian Arabic): Decent Success
Another couple hours and you finish for the day. It was about 11:30 a.m. when you got to the library, and it's nearing six in the evening. The interdimensional jet lag isn't kicking in yet.
You go to the kitchen, which is empty but with signs of recent visitation. There's leftovers of grilled meat, stuffed grape leaves, hummus, pita bread, and other goodies on the table and in the fridge. You fix yourself a bit of everything and wolf it down. There's a surprising amount of mint on things, but it works well.
The plate joins a stack of its fellows teetering in the sink. You eye its greasy flatness and consider this might be your last meal if the Arrow deems you unworthy.
Calm yourself. You made it this far. Think of the wacky vintage erotica! The cool-ass dragon from the ancient holy book that seems woefully underused in Abrahamic mythology because you never heard of it until now! The various ways to greet someone in Cairo alone!
Think of DIO. Think of a man conceived as 'pure evil' yet taken down a path closer to whatever true Heaven there is. Think of change for the better.
In an hour, the sun will set. Instinctively, you reach for your PHONE and WIRED EARPHONES (wireless earpods are for suckers), before realizing you have neither. Shit. You could really use some music for moral support...you mean, refreshing your memory's overlap between your SOUL and MIND for a BITCHING Stand name.
You think of your favorite genre of music, at least one if you can't play favorites easily. You think of a favorite song. You think of a favorite artist. You try to NOT think of accidentally butterfly effecting a future artist's discography out of existence. You think about your past petty arguments on MUSIC imageboards.
[Favorite Music Genre]
>(Write-in. Be as general or specific as you'd like, from rock or electronic to thrash metal or jungle.)[Favorite Artist]
>(Write-in. Likely fits the favorite genre, but not a hard requirement. Some artists don't stick to just one style.) 