[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/2ms6Yph.png[/img][h2][color=gold]HOHENHEIM, THE ALCHEMIST OF GENESIS[/color][/h2][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][color=gold]“I wish you luck with that slaying Iona business,”[/color] Hohenheim said while grinning merrily. The Alchemist knew that it was pretty much impossible for a Vassal to kill another one—at least on the meaning that Titanica was thinking about— but there was no reason not to indulge her contractor with a bit of harmless snark.

By the time Titanica finished her spiel, Hohenheim finished braiding the left side of her hair and was halfway through the right one. [color=gold]“So, you want to investigate the Machina’s new playground? Why didn’t you say that at first?”[/color] Hohenheim said, momentarily halting her handwork before snapping a finger. A moment later, the two of them would find themselves inside of the great factory, observing as repair drones hurried here and there, fixing the damage from the previous battle.

[color=gold]“If you need help to search, just tell me what you are looking—slash smelling— for. Just try to not break anything. I have quite a deal of interest in seeing this experiment come to fruition.”[/color] the Alchemist remarked just as she finished the braids and took a step away from Titanica and finger framing her, like an artist contemplating their latest work.
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