Point A to Point B

[Albert Wesker]

His final decision was only reached after hs reluctantly admitted that if he did nothing, not only would it probably leave a bad taste in his mouth, it would also mean stewing in his boredom for who could say how much longer before finding something -- anything, really -- else to do. Besides, it would give him a chance to actually visit another one of the...'verses' that apparently made this place up. Might as well learn a little something about something while he was busy doing nothing.

And so there he was, crossing the gate from Camelot back to the Nexus once more. His rather...well-worn travelling clothing had been done away with, at the flyer's mention of formal attire being required. To such an end, he had put his mind to work and called up that fancy summoning power that Omnilium granted, and within only several long minutes, had recalled the attire he had once worn as an Admiral, though with a few...minor changes.

The most prominent being the absence of the sleeping mask normally adorning his forehead, and the kanji for "Justice", the trademark slogan of the Marines, replaced with kanji that instead read his epithet -- "Aokiji". It should do, he hoped. After garbing himself appropriately, he went about the process of extracting his former clothing, and then left on his way to the Nexus.

And no sooner had he stepped through to the vast expanse of white did he set about summoning something else to help cross the intervening distance. And several minutes later, the rumble and roar of the engine of his version of Smoker's Billower Bike resounded, and he was off, the coat of his uniform streaming out behind him amid the billows of white smoke like some obnoxious cape.

After checking the directions on the flyer's reverse side, he corrected his course, heading toward the gate to the Pale Moors. His trip there was rather dull and uneventful, with only his own thoughts to keep him company, though he could see others ocasionally coming or going through other gates every now and then, on business of their own.

He eventually rolled up to the gate he presumed to be the one to the... He checked the flyer again. The...Pale Moors? Man, what a depressing-sounding name... But it seemed to fit the description given in the directions from Camelot, and it certainly looked like a gate that would lead to a place called the Pale Moors. With a shake of the head, he started the bike forward again, and rolled on through the gate, and into whatever awaited him on the other side.