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[...So it's been a week. A full week since his parents had shown up in Luceti. And as of today, with the last bit of furniture in place, he and Al are officially "moved in". At least, in the sense of physically living there. Edward still finds himself looking out the window an awful lot and double-taking at the house number across the street, and at least three times now he's turned to approach the door of the Hughes' household instead of his own. He hasn't barged in unintentionally yet, at least. That would have been awfully embarrassing.

He's still not sure how he feels about this... home life. Thing. Adjustment is one thing, but actually coming to expect his mother's smiling face when he walks through the front door? It's a little scary. Wonderful in a lot of ways, but...

And that's not even getting into the issue of living so close to Hohenheim for this long, something he hasn't done since early childhood. And despite promising to give the man a chance, their relationship is tenuous at best, violent at its worst. He's still not calling the man "father", either. And there's poor Al in the middle, still stuck in his wheelchair... dammit...

Well, let's just say he's in desperate need of some distraction. So after giving it some thought, he turns to the journal-]

Hey, got a question for anyone listening out there-

I was talking to this kid a while back - Aoba - and something came up. Do we have some kind of directory of all the worlds people are from? I don't mean that world sharing class, I mean actual maps of all the different worlds, or countries within those worlds, or whatever.

Because if there isn't, then I'd like to make one. So if you wanna get involved, talk about where you're from here- show a map, gimme an idea of what it's like. I'll take what I can get.

[A little while later, he'll be venturing to his usual hotspots- the library, for some books for poor Al to read, and the Battle Dome, to take out some of his pent-up frustrations (and to duke it out with a few of the homunculus for kicks), then to the shops for a bit of perusing. He can be pestered around down at any time, looking uncharacteristically unsure, though he's been looking that way all week, so at this point it may not be anything new.

Eventually he'll return home to his family some time before dinner, carrying with him (in addition to Al's books) a toolbox, a bag containing some clothes, and a collection of sticky buns for dessert/snacking-

...but not before barging into the Hughes house accidentally. Apparently there really is a first time for everything.]

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[WHOA WHOA WHOA BACK UP]

Wait, you're that Reyvateil?

[But she looks so- normal!]

[There's a small pause where Tyria realizes she was blurting out rather personal things in her Kurogane-related defensiveness. It's also during that pause that she realizes she doesn't really care too much.]

That's correct. Ding! You've made it to the next round. However, for insulting Kurogane, you've been sent back to square one. Poor you.

[Wow, if she's gonna be snippy about it...]

...Yeah, sure, whatever. So he... 'made' you that way so you could have a family, then?

[That's so weird to imagine.]

... I don't know. It could be for any reason. I can only guess.

[Never mind how adamant she was about it being for her happiness before.]

[Weird girl. Weeeeiiiird girl.]

...Well, whatever the reason... [This might be kind of personal to ask, but he's never had the opportunity to talk so calmly to a homunculus before (besides Greed, and he was never that forthcoming), so he's going to take advantage of this while he can.]

What's it like, being one of these Reyvateils?

... You're asking a very complex question. I'm very different from even the other Reyvateil Origins, so the answer I could give you would be worlds different from an answer from any other.

You're the only one here and talking right now, aren't you? So I'm asking you.

[It's not that complicated in his mind, anyway.]

Fine then.

[ ... ]

It can be very alienating. The people of my Tower look at me as a goddess, not a man-made being. Being able to communicate with the planet is quite exhilarating, however. The same goes for the power I am able to draw from that ability. Song magic itself has always been a pleasure to use.

Also, being 700 years behind the times is awkward. There are too many things that have changed in that time, and the generation gap is rather extreme. For example, the food everyone eats now has also changed far too much. No one eats regular udon anymore - the broth is either too thin or too thick. The funbuns are all knock-offs, and the fried bread hasn't been quite the same either. [ ... ] I want fried bread ...

[For once Ed isn't taking notes, just listening. If it's a personal question there's no need to be adding it to world information. This is just satisfying his curiosity.

...Fried bread though... weird...]

700 years behind? Wait, why...?

[IS SHE THAT OLD OR SOMETHING. After hearing his father's story it's a conceivable idea, but... still weird to envision.]

After I became the Tower, I was asleep for 700 years before a small group managed to awaken me. I had expected things to change, given how much time had passed, but they don't even have green apples anymore. It's very awkward.

That's... a long time to be asleep.

[..........BACK UP A BIT

AGAIN]

Hang on, "became the Tower"? What the hell does that mean?

It means exactly what it sounds like. I am the Tower itself.

A person can't be a tower! That makes no sense!

[Even if you were to ignore the size and mass of a tower versus a normal human being, there's a completely different make-up of organics versus minerals and aaaahhhh his head hurts now.]

A Reyvateil's songs can do many things that would otherwise be considered impossible. Turning a being such as myself into a Tower is one of those things.

It can seriously do something like that...?

[And she says it so nonchalantly. Like it's nothing.

.... 8| ]

What else can they do?

Nearly anything, really. For example, I have heard a song exists in another Tower that can create a paradise.

Create a paradise? What, within the tower itself?

[How does that even work...?]

I'm not sure. I believe it's supposed to create land as part of that paradise, so it may be outside of it.

Would that kind of power help fix whatever's wrong with the rest of the world?

[Even if it wasn't a "paradise", living outside of some weird tower would be preferable, wouldn't it?]

That song would not be able to, unfortunately. However, there is another one that has managed to start the chain of events leading to the world's revival.

[ ... ]

... That is, if nothing goes wrong during that time.

What could go wrong? Or would it just not work?

The rest of the operation could fail, leaving everyone who volunteered to be a part of it to die, as well as dooming the rest of humanity.

...In other words, you better hope that nothing goes wrong. [Wow, that is a pretty shit deal you've got there. What is it with all these apocalyptic worlds?]

To put it simply, yes. [ ... ] There's also a chance our ship won't make it into the planet's core safely. We'd all be far beyond well-done if that happens.

To the planet's core? You've gotta go that far to pull it off?

[THAT IS SOME INTENSE MISSION, BROSIS.]

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