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[action.]
[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.]
[video]
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?
[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.]
[video]
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?
[Video]
Re: [Video]
[That greeting completely caught Hohenheim off-guard. He's aware that others could see and hear him just fine but also listen in to his conversations? Now that's completely different.]
I'm doing well enough, I suppose. Still somewhat dazed.
Re: [Video]
Good to hear! Some are pretty shaken when they first arrive, but I suppose this world is getting better at picking hardier stock. Well, should you need anything, feel free to ask me. I've been here some time.