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[It's a long walk from the docks to the city. Long and arduous but Hohenheim managed to make due as he traversed the rustic horizon.

Since waking up in that strange cave during the thankfully low tide, Hohenheim been trying to piece together just how he managed to arrive here. He spent most of the early hours of the morning taking notes as he idly listened to the hologram by the pier.

What's her name again? Oh, it was Weiss.

While he won't even pretend as if he fully understands as of how he came to arrive here in Genessia, at least Hohenheim is glad to know this isn't some wild hallucination. Ever since that last dream he had after a few shots of whiskey, Hohenheim made certain not to have alcohol touch his lips again.

The old alchemist came to a brief halt once he found a fallen log upon the dusty road. He lowers his brown briefcase beside the sturdy trunk and sits down. It wobbles a little but it seems sturdy. His feet are killing him right about now after walking a few too many miles. Despite being gifted with incredible longevity, Hohenheim is starting to feel his age right about now. His bones ache and he's feeling feverish thanks to anxiety.

Thankfully, he has some form of entertainment in the form of this fancy phone. It took the old man a moment to figure out how to work the device but once he does, the bespectacled gentleman appears upon the screen looking a tad befuddled with two errant strands of bright golden hair hanging limply down his weathered face.]

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H-Hello?

[The man blinks his eyes slowly as he peers into the screen of his phone. He looks like he's in his late thirties or early forties at best. Slightly worn for wear but quite stately looking like a school teacher with a bright green tie and a plain brown suit. His long golden hair is brushed back and tied neatly by a white band all except for two golden strands. There's nothing truly out of place with this man other than the oddly shaped beard upon his face and the golden eyes that match his hair.

He's probably the most ordinary looking man anyone here has seen in long time.]

Can anyone..hear me? I...I'm not used to these kind of gadgets.

[A sheepish smile lingers upon his wide lips as he awkwardly glances away from the screen.]

I feel silly talking like this. I don't anyone can hear me. [A despondent sigh leaves him.] Here's hoping for the best.

[He glances back at the camera with a slight smile now.]

Is anyone out there?

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Seems so. Does your world have a name, Bracken?

[Hohenheim may or may not be jotting all of this down just for his own personal records if anything. He's very curious about these peculiar people just as much as they must be curious about him. While there's no guarantee that the alchemist will confess much about himself, Hohenheim at least seems friendly enough for a chat or two.]

Much like this phone, right? That's a really interesting concept. In Amestris, we still mostly use letters as a way to keep in touch. The mail couriers make a fortune off of us.

[He thought about that question for a while. He'd never particularly mulled over it, but no one seemed to call it by any specific name. He shook his head softly, answering almost uncertainly.]

N-No... Everyone... Everyone called it 'the world'. And... th-the other world was... Earth?

A-And, there was a third world s-somewhere. With spaceships and a-aliens.

[It was just that he'd never been to any of the worlds but his own, so far as he could remember.]

Th-The lectorium was like a... like a shiny pearl. A-And you could hear the voices of a-anyone who was in the same, the same lectorium as you. Y-You couldn't show them video, but, but you could talk anytime. Y-You just had to think about it. L-Lots of times a lot of people wh-where chatting at once.

[Quite a different sort of device than the one they had here. More advanced in some ways, seemingly less advanced in others.]

They just called it "The World"?

[He hums thoughtfully as he tries to make sense of what Bracken told him. It seems that his "world" is split into three different realms. How odd.]

You come from a really interesting world, Bracken. I don't think I ever heard anything like it before.

[Hohenheim smiles a bit.]

I suppose that makes you unique.

I-I just thought it was n-normal before I got here...

[He murmured a little quietly. He didn't necessarily want the attention of being special. Even at home when he certainly stood out in many ways, he always managed to fly under the radar.]

I-I've only been on my world, though. I... I could never teleport to the o-others like everyone else could. I-I just know about them.

[The old alchemist pauses for a second. He definitely picks up on Bracken's discontent.]

Maybe what we perceive as 'normal' isn't truly normal. I'm certain if I ever told you about Amestris, you would perceive it to be odd.

Perception is one thing and truth is another.

I-Is Amestris a nice place?

[He asked quietly. He didn't know about perception. He tended to believe things as he saw them. Different perceptions started to get too complicated.]

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