It was late, and like most hard headed idiots Dante didn't know when to just go home. The book in front of him was far too interesting to put down.
It wasn't something that was native to the library, however; it was something he had picked up on a mission some time ago. It was a hard read, though; written in old Ikigo script and heavily encoded for good measure. Dante was fairly smart, but it still took a lot of research just to decode the most basic parts of the code. Oh, but it was worth it; this book was a gold mine of knowledge! The dates given and the general tone of the work suggested that it had been written some time in the golden age of Tenouza's monarchy- possibly even during the Crusades. It's content detailed the combat arts of an ancient clan of demon hunters who used a variety of techniques to nullify the powers of the dark arts, and sometimes even turn said dark arts against their wielders. Even after only a short time, Dante could tell that the secrets in this book were dangerous- and that danger, along with the promise of power should he prove capable of controlling it, excited him.
Still, even in the face of such captivating material, some things couldn't be helped. Dante was starting to loose focus, he had been working at the code for far too long. Before he could succumb to fatigue any further he decided to take a break and put away some of the books he had used earlier to help in his decoding (he had already taken all the notes he needed, and had made note of which books he had used just in case, so there was little harm to be done).
The pile of books reached almost up to Dante's shoulders, he awkwardly tried to balance himself and the stack as he got up and walked away from his desk.
Tried being the important word. He had barely gotten a few feet away from the desk when he stumbled and fell, scattering the books all around the floor.
"Ow... crap..." Dante moaned, somewhat disoriented by the fall.
[WC = 365]
[Marked]
It wasn't something that was native to the library, however; it was something he had picked up on a mission some time ago. It was a hard read, though; written in old Ikigo script and heavily encoded for good measure. Dante was fairly smart, but it still took a lot of research just to decode the most basic parts of the code. Oh, but it was worth it; this book was a gold mine of knowledge! The dates given and the general tone of the work suggested that it had been written some time in the golden age of Tenouza's monarchy- possibly even during the Crusades. It's content detailed the combat arts of an ancient clan of demon hunters who used a variety of techniques to nullify the powers of the dark arts, and sometimes even turn said dark arts against their wielders. Even after only a short time, Dante could tell that the secrets in this book were dangerous- and that danger, along with the promise of power should he prove capable of controlling it, excited him.
Still, even in the face of such captivating material, some things couldn't be helped. Dante was starting to loose focus, he had been working at the code for far too long. Before he could succumb to fatigue any further he decided to take a break and put away some of the books he had used earlier to help in his decoding (he had already taken all the notes he needed, and had made note of which books he had used just in case, so there was little harm to be done).
The pile of books reached almost up to Dante's shoulders, he awkwardly tried to balance himself and the stack as he got up and walked away from his desk.
Tried being the important word. He had barely gotten a few feet away from the desk when he stumbled and fell, scattering the books all around the floor.
"Ow... crap..." Dante moaned, somewhat disoriented by the fall.
[WC = 365]
[Marked]
