Surrounded by a pool of scattered books and various scrolls the monochrome haired boy bit his lip as he struggled to gain some sort of muse for his next design, what would he do?. Of course he could do simple things!, but that would never bring customers...no, he needed something would scream out the ever expanding boundaries of his muse. He needed... "A Mark!" Takneil yelled out from his lowly rumblings. Slamming a book shut his hands shot forward, pushing stacks of books aside carelessly. An O