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[break][break]Waypoints, what a technological marvel they were, and useful too.

[break][break]Before the formation of the new world, traveling the way Hilbrand had done would have taken days, though the actual journey itself had now just taken several minutes. That, and he didn’t need to worry about the ship he was on sinking or the plane he was on falling out of the sky, two of the irrational fears many an individual was stricken with. Especially those that hadn’t actually traveled anywhere before.

[break][break]Getting to see some of what America had to offer so far had been quite an interesting sight to see, whether it be the Hollow Hills and the strange creatures wandering inside of it, New York city and the ghouls and robots that he had encountered there, as well as Los Angeles and the interesting individuals he had come across while wandering through that “Safe Zone”. Due to the events at the latter of the three locations, Hilbrand had decided that it was time to go back home to the United Kingdom, or England as he’d prefer to call it. According to his mobile device, venturing from safe zone to safe zone was quite recommended when heading to a different part of the world. And so here he was, in the city of London.

[break][break]While it was the safer option, it was also more or less the only option he had. After all, the main reason why he had come back to England was to see whether or not his parents had also appeared here. Refusing to believe that they were back in the old world, if such a thing as an old world still even existed, the likeliest option was that they were in fact out here somewhere, perhaps in the place they had lived. But therein lay the problem, as a new part of the world had seemingly overtaken that entire area, a place that was now called “Gothica”. Registered as a “High Risk” zone, his mobile device had been against him going there, meaning he had to somehow get there by other means.

[break][break]Unsure as to what to do, the raven-haired man had decided to go to London, to see if there was anyone with any information regarding the place, as he could use all of it at this point if he was to go there and not outright die. Believing that it might be a good idea to go by the museum, as it might now be home to pieces of art, old weapons and clothing or otherwise ‘liberated’ from the place, someone who worked there might be able to tell him a thing or two about it. Knowing that a normal museum would not have such things, a museum situated within this new world very well might. And so, he marched himself into the museum without so much as a care in the world, or so it would seem, as he was in fact carrying quite a bit of stress along with him.

[break][break]Noticing one guy that seemed to almost be pushing his head through the glass rather than just looking it over from a distance, Hilbrand looked him over, finding that he wasn’t dressed as the average curator or archivist.

[break][break]“Oi, since you seem to be ‘very’ much into these museum pieces, would you happen to know if they have anything here regarding Gothica?”

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