[center][h3][color=ffffff][s]     [/s] Downtime [s]     [/s][/color][/h3][/center][color=ffd700]"Oho? Is it true that you didn't found a single tiger in this whole jungle?"[/color] A smug voice that could belong to no one other than Hohenheim said from behind a boulder in the same hot spring that Titanica and Zyata were sharing. [color=ffd700]"That's quite an ordeal when this place is crawling with them overgrown pussies."[/color]

With a snap of her fingers, the Alchemist of Genesis transmuted the boulder into a parasol and a coconut, revealing her bare glory before the duo. While most of Hohenheim's smallish frame was soaked under the scalding water, her top half covered by nothing but her own golden locks, just as a piece of art portraying a Venus of yore. Knowing Hohenheim, such semblance was entirely intentional. The part of her back that was out of the pool's border rested against the belly of a beast that could only be described as the unnatural fusion of a tiger, a buffalo, and a harpy eagle. Obviously, a chimera of Hohenheim's own making.

[color=ffd700]"Please, don't let me bother the two of you. I just came here because I heard some news regarding you,"[/color] Hohenheim pointed her coconut at Titanica, before taking another sip of it. [color=ffd700]"They say that you have... lost your way, right? I came here to see whether it was true or not. After all, what can be a better experiment than observing how one of us fare when she has no objectives in her existence? I mean, you have lost it, haven't you, Atomica, erm... I mean, Titanica?"[/color] she added while swirling her drink, seemingly refilling it with her Alchemical powers.
[center]■ ■ ■ ■ ■[/center]Meanwhile, in Celestia...

Saef's search for the Librarian would lead him to a rare sight. The sound of her tail bell propagated softly through the Grand Library, leading the way to its center. It was there that the Librarian presided within her 'office'. In fact, it was an ornate, semi-circular desk built on an elevated platform that resembled the appearance of a majestic pipe organ. However, instead of metallic pipes, it harbored many layers of bookshelves, packed with innumerable tomes and magical artifacts of all kinds.

The Librarian properly said was... napping between a tower of books and a magical sextant looking every bit like a defenseless white kitten. Her tranquil breathing and the rhythmic jiggling of her bell seemed to combine into a spell that lured others in the grasp of the Sandman, just like the Librarian herself. Nothing more fitting for a fey such as she.