A loud scream erupted from Barons mouth as he sat straight up in his bed. Well, bed being a term used loosely. A small modern day apartment housed the young Arcanist, as well as the library of books from his past residence. A lack of space and an overabundance of books lead to almost every square inch of the living space to be covered in the leather bound pages. His bed was especially stacked in the books, stacked up high enough to be mistaken for a childs fort. His face had been resting on the open pages of one book, his arm propping four more open, unmoved from his studies the nights previous. 

A cold sweat coated Baron, and he looked with distaste at a greasy stain on the pages of his book. The rich hide pages were already absorbing the filth -he supposed that would just go to make them even more 'used' looking, an aesthetic he enjoyed. He frowned as he studied the pages that had so engrossed him the night before -or, more accruately, a couple of hours earlier as shown by the clock on his wall, long hand straight upward, short hand to the floor. A slight tick-tick-tick noise broke his focus, reminding him of his dwindling time. Baron let a sigh escape his mouth, voice rumbling in distaste as he slammed shut the book before him. A hastily sketched picture of a demon surrounded in scrawled notes seemed to wave as it was closed away between the pages of the book. This prompted Jacques to rub the fatigue from his eyes as he stood.

After carefully navigating his way carefully through the musty labyrinth to his bathroom, Jacques stripped out from the very little he had worn to sleep. In his short walk to the bathroom, he picked up a book and briefly studied a page from it, before discarding it on a pile next to the toilet. He stepped with a jaunt into his shower, turning the water on quickly. Scalding hot water cascaded down from the showerhead, raising a heavy cloud of steam as it cascaded onto the young man's body. Jacques cared not for the heat, in fact embraced it. An angry look crossed his face as he caught a glance of his tattooed body in the mirror -he quickly looked away. 

After cleaning up and getting dressed, Baron fell down heavily in a large worn armchair -red leather on a mahogany frame. His hand lazily traced a rip in the leather cover of his chair before reaching out to pick up a book. He lazily thumbed through the pages, muttering incantations along as he read. His tattoos glowed in the dim lighting of his apartment as he read, pulsing brighter as he put heavy emphasis on some words. He stuttered over a phrase, and felt a sharp pain from his tattoos as they protested his mispronunciation. A growl escaped his mouth as he slammed the book shut angrily. The book tumbled from his grasp to the floor as he lazily let it go. It thudded to the floor in a cloud of shimmering dust, atop a pile of similarly discarded books. 

Jacques Baron looked up at the clock upon his wall, eyes narrowing as he realized how much time he had wasted. The short hand had moved ahead three entire hours in his time reading. He cracked his neck annoyedly as he moved to his bed, grabbing and attaching his bionic arm. He flexed the mechanics and frowned at the sluggish lagging response. He sighed, flicking a switch on the wrist as he maneuvered it to grip his cane. Baron stretched out his good arm before he headed out the door, picking up both his briefcase and an apple on the way out the door, his fingers awkwardly twisting around the objects to carry them. As he walked swiftly down the road, ignoring the brisk temperatures, Baron jammed as much of the apple as he could in his mouth, spitting that which was not immediately swallowed into a trashcan as he passed. 

A smirk crossed his face as he entered the building of W&R, his cane clacking a steady beat on the floor. He cocked his head as he entered, making a beeline for the stairs. He nodded to everyone warmly as he passed, aching to cross up to the second floor. As he made it up to the office level, he stretched out, arms spreading wide. In this stretch, his  tattoos glowed brilliantly. Tentacles erupted from his back, glowing with [color=aqua]energy[/color] as they twisted and wound behind him. Thin appendages reached around, taking a hold of his briefcase and cane as he walked, freeing his arms. The tentacles passed intangibly through desks as he walked, disturbing the contents like a light breeze. Baron took a seat at his own desk, close to the stairs. As he leaned back in his chair, his ethereal tentacles rushed to bring books from the desk to his hands, where he began reading once again until interrupted. His studies were not something he could afford to let cease, not while there was more to learn.