Atonement Comes Forth.

[Blue Eyes]

Another bike. But what the hell were these, the abominations of man proposed 'arts' that took the steel of his fathers and father's fathers and forged them into so wicked the shape. He had seen a few drive off but how did they work? How did they even come to exist to begin with? Was it a magic? He had carried the world upon his shoulders and sent ships of the sea to sail across clouds instead. But this bike? It confused him, his analytical eyes trying to understand what was beyond him of the time...Something that was indeed far ahead of his times. That roar to life...That smell of gasoline and fire. It was as though an entire war were waged within the confines of this steel, the vibration like a sword being clashed upon sword a hundred time over.

But he did nothing to betray himself by displaying his thoughts. His emotions. His feelings. It would have to be held for what felt an eternity. By their location in the Nexus even if they were traveling at a peak speed their time from one end to the other would of taken a minimum of ten to thirteen minutes due to their location in particular being so close to the fountain still. But as Hunny did not exactly max out their speeds, or to say in particular could of known the maximum speed allotted to this little bike their time traveled took closer to thirty. During that entire ride Atonement simply stared forth, glaring at the distance and noting a few travelers putting their speed to shame just on foot. Not that he couldn't do the same though. This device that smelled of war was no better then a child's play thing. Deserving of a human's toy to say the least.

When finally arriving at the gate to the west, direction having so little meaning as everything was just one big universe where the painter had too much fun with the white paint. Atonement would get off the bike first, watching as it began to shake and shudder, falling into ruin at such a short traveled distance. "Hmph...Your toy broke down it seems..." Casting his eyes over towards the gate he'd look upon it and smile. What sort of creatures would he come upon? Were there fights to be had? Who knows. Stretching out his arms he'd grit his teeth as something peculiar came to happen. His shirt seemed to be getting absorbed into his flesh, as though a part of his very being His flesh turning black, then blacker still as he committed to a transformation. Before long it would become pitched, an absolute until his skin stretched outward and spread. Shades shifting as a cloak formed overhead, dropping over his pants that kept his omnilium ball in his pocket and hiding his dark visage in a cloth of his own being.

Stahlern learned this trick long ago. He hated wearing human cloths. They were...A foolish creation. At best you were able to get a pair of pants on him but that was it, and only when he was bandaged up enough to hide the sharp blades within his body. But clothing? It were so easy to mimic with just a small change of color, forming a secondary skin over the first with a slight alteration to the transformation. This was a favored form of his. A void within a hood. No face. Eyes matching his skin and a lack of whites to his eyes. He would be invisible to some within the cloak, and others would figure out the ultimate truths if they simply stared into the darkness long enough. This transformation warranted further heights, his form rising by nearly a foot and without much notice this black vision would be made to look down upon Hunny like a guardian devil over a child of the heavens.

"Don't Gimme That Look." His voice would come out stronger, almost as if demanding respect and revealing his pride. Forcing Hunny's attention and creating a thought. Atonement took on another form, yet was his first even how he truly looked? The cloaked figure would turn it's head, no expression to be seen under the hood, it's form stepping forward with a silence almost unworldly, bare feet given a thick layer of padding underneath with added layers of skin purposed to absorbing sound as well as impact from sharp stone and harsh points. Transformation was the name of this game, and needless to say? Atonement had a lot of games he liked to play. With that Atonement will step forth, walking through the portal without much concern for anything else. Seeming fearless of the unknown. In truth that fear could be heavier then even Hunny's but who was Atonement to show his fear? He'd beat his own ass 'again' if he went acting like a coward like he had once before.