Dickson's room is fairly basic since he was someone who spent more time traveling over his long, long years than staying in a single place for long. There is some proof of that in a few boxes folded flat in a corner next to a shelf that had several journals of old schematics and masking tape.
If Ash were to go through some of the journals most of them are expedition records yellow and faded with time, but one recent has notes on Ash himself and his former possessor. It's potential usefulness and his as a possible Zealot. Some notes on the bottom are scratched out and illegible. Some of the ones with less effort to scratch out, however, read things like "wonder if the kid'll be alright" and "kinda feels bad" in a few different languages including English and German.
The bed isn't made but it's just a run of the mill standard issue Black Order bed that seemed used only on occasion as if the man's passed out on it more often than slept on it. It has the faint smell of cigar smoke and alcohol as if he didn't even leave.
The main spot of interest is the work bench. On the wall it sat against there were recent weapon blueprints for swords, guns, axes, automatons, and everything of the like. He was truly a talented craftsman. Some half-finished projects lay scattered about along and beside the desk, tools strewn about randomly. What look to be shackles that were being prepared to enhance with some sort of magic, likely for capturing purposes.
Some of his more frenzied notes have the words "Monado" and "Lord Zanza" scribbled, but there's no indication on what either of those mean.
Besides that, there's nothing showing off any lingering attachment to people. No photos. No fondness. Only hints that something might have been there at some point, but never lasted. Much like the man himself.
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If Ash were to go through some of the journals most of them are expedition records yellow and faded with time, but one recent has notes on Ash himself and his former possessor. It's potential usefulness and his as a possible Zealot. Some notes on the bottom are scratched out and illegible. Some of the ones with less effort to scratch out, however, read things like "wonder if the kid'll be alright" and "kinda feels bad" in a few different languages including English and German.
The bed isn't made but it's just a run of the mill standard issue Black Order bed that seemed used only on occasion as if the man's passed out on it more often than slept on it. It has the faint smell of cigar smoke and alcohol as if he didn't even leave.
The main spot of interest is the work bench. On the wall it sat against there were recent weapon blueprints for swords, guns, axes, automatons, and everything of the like. He was truly a talented craftsman. Some half-finished projects lay scattered about along and beside the desk, tools strewn about randomly. What look to be shackles that were being prepared to enhance with some sort of magic, likely for capturing purposes.
Some of his more frenzied notes have the words "Monado" and "Lord Zanza" scribbled, but there's no indication on what either of those mean.
Besides that, there's nothing showing off any lingering attachment to people. No photos. No fondness. Only hints that something might have been there at some point, but never lasted. Much like the man himself.