09-30-2015, 01:08 AM
Jaixe almost didn’t hear Ash at first, having been so wrapped up in his own thoughts. Though he did notice that she spoke with a much softer tone of voice than what he expected of her. “Find me information regarding important Primes, especially leaders.” He replied to her in the same quiet tone, returning back to his contemplations.
Moments later he was walking through the rows, gently plying the cobwebs away and dusting off the tomes and scrolls with a careful hand. He seemed to peer at the titles, and read into each text for a few seconds before continuing to others. He did so for several minutes, an eternity in fact, until he started gathering a pile of texts and books in his arms, all colored variously and in different shapes, from pristine conditions to ragged and worn down.
Still, for Jaixe, it was more like home than he’d care to admit. He remembered the days of his study when he learned about the Realm of Darkness, the Keyblades, Heartless of all shapes and sizes. He kept documents and collected texts into his massive archival store, which he used a special organizational pattern for as to quickly peruse it when he needed specific files.
Through this library, he felt at home again, almost nostalgic in fact. He could feel the pen in his hands, hear the turning and crinkling of the pages, and his own murmuring as he repeated the words displayed before him, at first confused, and then again with more clarity. His skill as a reader, a scholar, was an acquired one, but in reality it remained as one of his more favored pastimes.
As the pile of books grew in size, his memories also flooded into his thoughts, shattering through the thin veil that previously locked them away when he first entered the Omniverse. He remembered staying up late into the days and nights, losing track of time due to the ever-persistent dusk fall of his world. When he looked around, he didn’t see the dirty, run-down, yet cozy archives he was actually in, but rather he found himself lost in his spacious, towering storehouse of books that was neatly organized and stacked according to his system. It almost hurt that he wasn’t there again.
Shaking off the nostalgia, Jaixe took the pile of books to his selected table, pulling the chair across the weathered wood with a scuffing sound, and when he sat down the chair seemed to groan in protest simply out of age and overuse. He opened each book, one after another, and browsed their contents with lightning speed, often pointing and flicking through the pages as if it were some puzzle to him. Often times he had several books open simultaneously, using the tomes to cross-reference eachother.
Diablo, an unsurprisingly powerful Prime that lead an army from the Underverse, which he created, in a campaign against all in the other verses… Battle of the Black Gate… Tyrael? Interesting. Angels, huh? Somewhat esoteric if you ask me. Jaixe’s thoughts burned away the information and deciphered it with blazing quickness, piecing it all together with what he already knew. Diablo was a topic that was only spoke in a historical sense, and several details were missing. Now he was getting a much clearer picture on the matter, and he understood why they kept the matter suppressed. His violent campaigns certainly lived up to his namesake.
Then he moved on to the next topic, Necromancy. An odd choice from the Death Knight himself, but he had a good understanding of what Raal wanted. Necromancy could obviously work similarly to summoning, though we’ve already established that the Omniverse writes rules as it goes along, in regards to its occupants. Though Jaixe continued on with the research all the same, and bore little in the way of new insights. There were other styles of necromancy, to be sure, but they all achieved the same goal in the end. He will just have to write a detailed enough report for Raal to dissect it more on his own.
Jaixe continued down the list of topics he wanted to research and spent hours on it. Ash had been helpful enough in bringing the requested texts, though Jaixe did not feel quite reasonable enough to share in the task of unscrambling the quandaries that the various journals, diaries, logs, memos, tomes, and the likes provided. Instead, he offered her topics to explore on her own through her means, trusting that she might yet find details he may have missed or overlooked.
Often times she did just that and more, bringing forth some amount of discussion and analysis that Jaixe, once more, did not expect from her.
Though she wasn’t quite as fast as Jaixe in decoding it and making it all work fluidly, she was skilled enough in her own right. And her memory was quite a formidable tool in this as well. Often times he used her as a means of bouncing off ideas and handing off bits and pieces of knowledge for her digestion just to see what her perspective was on the matter.
Though she used the Dataverse for her research, she was quite skilled in its use in relation to providing relevant data. She was a better researcher than, perhaps, she thought of herself, though Jaixe never stated it or showed any such inclination that he might have been impressed.
As they continued, they delved deeper and further into the finer points of each topic Jaixe selected, from major leaders to important events. They lingered particularly on the Pale Moors and Dracula, two enigmatic figures that the library on the first tier didn’t cover in very much detail. More in passing, as if the Empire cared very little to reveal much about the man.
Their final topic, however, was the more important one. While Jaixe was certain that actually discovering them through books and texts was highly unlikely, he and Raal both knew that finding any information regarding hidden gates and passageways in the verses was vitally important for their goals. They needed ways to get around without being seen or known, and the only method was through ways that people didn’t know existed in the first place.
Of course, Jaixe found no such pathways. Most of them that were discovered and shared were already being extensively used in day-to-day travel, though Jaixe did at least use various examples to compare facts and circumstances. If he could find similarities in the method of discovery, perhaps that might give him an advantage in future attempts to find them? However, he couldn’t draw any conclusive relations, just theories on the matter. He supposed that was good enough, though it somewhat aggravated that he couldn’t discover more. There simply wasn’t enough there to make a sound conclusion. Not many gates were discovered and then made into public knowledge.
What they did discover, however, was the existence of pocket verses and information, albeit vague, regarding the conditions to creating them. Ash had chosen interesting terminology to compare them with, referring to a pocket dimension as an “instance.” It wasn’t inaccurate, as far as Jaixe perceived from her explanations. They were small universes created by other Primes with massive entrances appearing to allow passage into them. There wasn’t much detail to be found, but it was possibly very useful information to keep a hold of.
And then Jaixe ran across something called the Void. It was mentioned vaguely, though with enough repetition for Jaixe to note it. There was a severe lack of detail regarding this “Void” in the texts, to the point that he felt that it was pointless to inform Raal on the matter. From what he could tell, it was a verse on its own with its own concealed entrances and conditions. He didn’t know what they were really, or why they existed, but he made a note of it. Something seemed odd about its existence and the obscurity surrounding it.
They had spent hours in the Archives, perusing and draining the knowledge from both the texts, and then cross-referencing them with the Dataverse’s files to ensure a clear, concise picture. Overall, Jaixe was pleased with the result. It was a success, for the most part, and as Jaixe sat opposite of Ash on the small wooden table, weathered table they had chosen, finishing up with the last of the vast pile of books he had collected, he sighed, almost forlornly. He would’ve wished to remain a bit longer, this was a treasure trove of knowledge and wisdom after all, but he knew he simply couldn’t and had to pry himself from the books eventually.
He peered across the table at Ash, who seemed unorthodoxly relaxed with how she seemed to lean back in her chair, and yet remained so fixated on the portable Dataverse device she had deigned to use after spending so much time running from terminals to texts at Jaixe’s insistence. She was surprisingly willing to follow requests of someone she had just met, but then again, these were odd circumstances they were involved in.
He leaned back and sifted through the wealth of newly acquired knowledge, piecing it together in his mind as he thought about how he would word his reports to Raal. Of course, he found such a matter rather ironic, given that it would seem he switched positions to that of a follower, rather than a leader. But it was necessary, as they were all in the same circumstances. “This was one discovery after another… I’d never have thought it to be so interesting.” He commented loud enough for Ash to hear as he leaned forward again, his chair creaking as he did so. He drew out his communicator and Dataverse mobile device once more from his pocket, writing a brief letter to Raal with the attached documents he had written up as he went along. He wondered what his death knight comrade would think of these discoveries…
Moments later he was walking through the rows, gently plying the cobwebs away and dusting off the tomes and scrolls with a careful hand. He seemed to peer at the titles, and read into each text for a few seconds before continuing to others. He did so for several minutes, an eternity in fact, until he started gathering a pile of texts and books in his arms, all colored variously and in different shapes, from pristine conditions to ragged and worn down.
Still, for Jaixe, it was more like home than he’d care to admit. He remembered the days of his study when he learned about the Realm of Darkness, the Keyblades, Heartless of all shapes and sizes. He kept documents and collected texts into his massive archival store, which he used a special organizational pattern for as to quickly peruse it when he needed specific files.
Through this library, he felt at home again, almost nostalgic in fact. He could feel the pen in his hands, hear the turning and crinkling of the pages, and his own murmuring as he repeated the words displayed before him, at first confused, and then again with more clarity. His skill as a reader, a scholar, was an acquired one, but in reality it remained as one of his more favored pastimes.
As the pile of books grew in size, his memories also flooded into his thoughts, shattering through the thin veil that previously locked them away when he first entered the Omniverse. He remembered staying up late into the days and nights, losing track of time due to the ever-persistent dusk fall of his world. When he looked around, he didn’t see the dirty, run-down, yet cozy archives he was actually in, but rather he found himself lost in his spacious, towering storehouse of books that was neatly organized and stacked according to his system. It almost hurt that he wasn’t there again.
Shaking off the nostalgia, Jaixe took the pile of books to his selected table, pulling the chair across the weathered wood with a scuffing sound, and when he sat down the chair seemed to groan in protest simply out of age and overuse. He opened each book, one after another, and browsed their contents with lightning speed, often pointing and flicking through the pages as if it were some puzzle to him. Often times he had several books open simultaneously, using the tomes to cross-reference eachother.
Diablo, an unsurprisingly powerful Prime that lead an army from the Underverse, which he created, in a campaign against all in the other verses… Battle of the Black Gate… Tyrael? Interesting. Angels, huh? Somewhat esoteric if you ask me. Jaixe’s thoughts burned away the information and deciphered it with blazing quickness, piecing it all together with what he already knew. Diablo was a topic that was only spoke in a historical sense, and several details were missing. Now he was getting a much clearer picture on the matter, and he understood why they kept the matter suppressed. His violent campaigns certainly lived up to his namesake.
Then he moved on to the next topic, Necromancy. An odd choice from the Death Knight himself, but he had a good understanding of what Raal wanted. Necromancy could obviously work similarly to summoning, though we’ve already established that the Omniverse writes rules as it goes along, in regards to its occupants. Though Jaixe continued on with the research all the same, and bore little in the way of new insights. There were other styles of necromancy, to be sure, but they all achieved the same goal in the end. He will just have to write a detailed enough report for Raal to dissect it more on his own.
Jaixe continued down the list of topics he wanted to research and spent hours on it. Ash had been helpful enough in bringing the requested texts, though Jaixe did not feel quite reasonable enough to share in the task of unscrambling the quandaries that the various journals, diaries, logs, memos, tomes, and the likes provided. Instead, he offered her topics to explore on her own through her means, trusting that she might yet find details he may have missed or overlooked.
Often times she did just that and more, bringing forth some amount of discussion and analysis that Jaixe, once more, did not expect from her.
Though she wasn’t quite as fast as Jaixe in decoding it and making it all work fluidly, she was skilled enough in her own right. And her memory was quite a formidable tool in this as well. Often times he used her as a means of bouncing off ideas and handing off bits and pieces of knowledge for her digestion just to see what her perspective was on the matter.
Though she used the Dataverse for her research, she was quite skilled in its use in relation to providing relevant data. She was a better researcher than, perhaps, she thought of herself, though Jaixe never stated it or showed any such inclination that he might have been impressed.
As they continued, they delved deeper and further into the finer points of each topic Jaixe selected, from major leaders to important events. They lingered particularly on the Pale Moors and Dracula, two enigmatic figures that the library on the first tier didn’t cover in very much detail. More in passing, as if the Empire cared very little to reveal much about the man.
Their final topic, however, was the more important one. While Jaixe was certain that actually discovering them through books and texts was highly unlikely, he and Raal both knew that finding any information regarding hidden gates and passageways in the verses was vitally important for their goals. They needed ways to get around without being seen or known, and the only method was through ways that people didn’t know existed in the first place.
Of course, Jaixe found no such pathways. Most of them that were discovered and shared were already being extensively used in day-to-day travel, though Jaixe did at least use various examples to compare facts and circumstances. If he could find similarities in the method of discovery, perhaps that might give him an advantage in future attempts to find them? However, he couldn’t draw any conclusive relations, just theories on the matter. He supposed that was good enough, though it somewhat aggravated that he couldn’t discover more. There simply wasn’t enough there to make a sound conclusion. Not many gates were discovered and then made into public knowledge.
What they did discover, however, was the existence of pocket verses and information, albeit vague, regarding the conditions to creating them. Ash had chosen interesting terminology to compare them with, referring to a pocket dimension as an “instance.” It wasn’t inaccurate, as far as Jaixe perceived from her explanations. They were small universes created by other Primes with massive entrances appearing to allow passage into them. There wasn’t much detail to be found, but it was possibly very useful information to keep a hold of.
And then Jaixe ran across something called the Void. It was mentioned vaguely, though with enough repetition for Jaixe to note it. There was a severe lack of detail regarding this “Void” in the texts, to the point that he felt that it was pointless to inform Raal on the matter. From what he could tell, it was a verse on its own with its own concealed entrances and conditions. He didn’t know what they were really, or why they existed, but he made a note of it. Something seemed odd about its existence and the obscurity surrounding it.
They had spent hours in the Archives, perusing and draining the knowledge from both the texts, and then cross-referencing them with the Dataverse’s files to ensure a clear, concise picture. Overall, Jaixe was pleased with the result. It was a success, for the most part, and as Jaixe sat opposite of Ash on the small wooden table, weathered table they had chosen, finishing up with the last of the vast pile of books he had collected, he sighed, almost forlornly. He would’ve wished to remain a bit longer, this was a treasure trove of knowledge and wisdom after all, but he knew he simply couldn’t and had to pry himself from the books eventually.
He peered across the table at Ash, who seemed unorthodoxly relaxed with how she seemed to lean back in her chair, and yet remained so fixated on the portable Dataverse device she had deigned to use after spending so much time running from terminals to texts at Jaixe’s insistence. She was surprisingly willing to follow requests of someone she had just met, but then again, these were odd circumstances they were involved in.
He leaned back and sifted through the wealth of newly acquired knowledge, piecing it together in his mind as he thought about how he would word his reports to Raal. Of course, he found such a matter rather ironic, given that it would seem he switched positions to that of a follower, rather than a leader. But it was necessary, as they were all in the same circumstances. “This was one discovery after another… I’d never have thought it to be so interesting.” He commented loud enough for Ash to hear as he leaned forward again, his chair creaking as he did so. He drew out his communicator and Dataverse mobile device once more from his pocket, writing a brief letter to Raal with the attached documents he had written up as he went along. He wondered what his death knight comrade would think of these discoveries…
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