Alexander placed the last book back onto the shelf and sighed, lifting his fingers to the bridge of his nose and giving it a squeeze as he tried to think. As he understood it, receiving these types of revelations often came from reliving something or experiencing some other form of out-of-body experience, but by God it was damn ineffective when it came to trying to remember it later. He made a note to try and look into better filtering the subconscious mind later.
"Size..." he muttered "...was the same as any of these other books." he motioned to the bookshelf in front of him. The books were of varying sizes, though no bigger or smaller then perhaps a sheet of parchment paper.Â
Turning away, he began muttering to him "Embossing. Embossing. Yes. Yes. Embossing. I do remember..." his voice trailed off as he stepped away from the bookshelf and moved across the room, opening the door to his office.
The office was the kind of place where the line between genius and madness could be appreciated. Everywhere, pieces of the past sat in an attempt to help shape the future in the mind of a man bent on maximizing their potential and cracking their mysteries. Books and parchments lay scattered across multiple bookshelves lined around the office in varying importance. The most important ones being near Alexanders desk. It was not uncommon for him to have Rhianna (or Ceilia if she was about), spend a day moving tomes out of the bookshelves because he had found more pressing ones or had moved onto another project.
More scrolls and parchment littered the ground, mostly covered in notes and alterations of some form or another. On other shelves and tables, magitek and allagan tech sat in various states of re- or dis- assembly. Captain Dogberry had been extremely useful in helping to procuring as much tech from the Garleans in this regard, and Alexander often mused about how fortunate their partnership had turned out to be, despite their obvious differences.
Other pieces of tech sat in bags or baskets close to another door at the end of the room, sitting at the entrance to his laboratory for review at a later time. Other bags sat intermixed with the tech holding standard and corrupted crystals, as well as pieces of materia.
Another table, covered everything from tech to materia, to scrolls sat in front of a large writing board, upon which contained a complex mix of geometric equations and arcane formulae the covered the board. Multiple alterations had been made, and at least two spots on the board had been rendered unusable, from what looked like having a hole blasted into it.
A little up from the center sat Alexander's desk. Ornate, heavy, and wood, it sat piled with books and scrolls that flowed over and spilled onto the ground around it. If the tidy, organized desk in the bedroom was the one from which he paid the world, then this desk would be the one from which he'd change it.
As he exited the bedroom, he cast his hand in front of him, paper and books blowing out of his way as he headed towards his desk. The lights in the room had yet to go out, though they rarely ever did considering his constant work schedule. Â The look in his eyes becoming more determined and frantic as he raced to locate the tome before the vision left his mind.
"It was certainly embossed, very fine, but not ornate. Color was dark leather, a brown if I can remember correctly. As for binding material; Hells if I know." he said quickly, as he reached his desk. He grabbed the books from their stacks, immediately checking them to see if they were the correct one before discarding them. The less important ones joined their brethren on the floor while the older or more important ones were dropped back on the desk.
"Size..." he muttered "...was the same as any of these other books." he motioned to the bookshelf in front of him. The books were of varying sizes, though no bigger or smaller then perhaps a sheet of parchment paper.Â
Turning away, he began muttering to him "Embossing. Embossing. Yes. Yes. Embossing. I do remember..." his voice trailed off as he stepped away from the bookshelf and moved across the room, opening the door to his office.
The office was the kind of place where the line between genius and madness could be appreciated. Everywhere, pieces of the past sat in an attempt to help shape the future in the mind of a man bent on maximizing their potential and cracking their mysteries. Books and parchments lay scattered across multiple bookshelves lined around the office in varying importance. The most important ones being near Alexanders desk. It was not uncommon for him to have Rhianna (or Ceilia if she was about), spend a day moving tomes out of the bookshelves because he had found more pressing ones or had moved onto another project.
More scrolls and parchment littered the ground, mostly covered in notes and alterations of some form or another. On other shelves and tables, magitek and allagan tech sat in various states of re- or dis- assembly. Captain Dogberry had been extremely useful in helping to procuring as much tech from the Garleans in this regard, and Alexander often mused about how fortunate their partnership had turned out to be, despite their obvious differences.
Other pieces of tech sat in bags or baskets close to another door at the end of the room, sitting at the entrance to his laboratory for review at a later time. Other bags sat intermixed with the tech holding standard and corrupted crystals, as well as pieces of materia.
Another table, covered everything from tech to materia, to scrolls sat in front of a large writing board, upon which contained a complex mix of geometric equations and arcane formulae the covered the board. Multiple alterations had been made, and at least two spots on the board had been rendered unusable, from what looked like having a hole blasted into it.
A little up from the center sat Alexander's desk. Ornate, heavy, and wood, it sat piled with books and scrolls that flowed over and spilled onto the ground around it. If the tidy, organized desk in the bedroom was the one from which he paid the world, then this desk would be the one from which he'd change it.
As he exited the bedroom, he cast his hand in front of him, paper and books blowing out of his way as he headed towards his desk. The lights in the room had yet to go out, though they rarely ever did considering his constant work schedule. Â The look in his eyes becoming more determined and frantic as he raced to locate the tome before the vision left his mind.
"It was certainly embossed, very fine, but not ornate. Color was dark leather, a brown if I can remember correctly. As for binding material; Hells if I know." he said quickly, as he reached his desk. He grabbed the books from their stacks, immediately checking them to see if they were the correct one before discarding them. The less important ones joined their brethren on the floor while the older or more important ones were dropped back on the desk.
