We March On

[Albert Wesker]

When a negative response ws given to his question about Omnilium's uses for summoning, Kuzan was taken aback. He remembered muddling through it blankly himself, only really understanding it after he was done, though still with more than a few questions. But now it looked like he was going to have to put his limited understanding of things to the task of explaining it to someone else.

"Arara..." The idea wasn't a pleasant one.

"Well, I do have an idea, yes." Lifting one hand, he put it palm-first against his chest. With a look of concentration upon his face, he withdrew his arm, slowly curling his fingers in as if he were grasping something tightly. And in a matter of seconds, he had produced a small orb of Omnilium, floating in his open hand, swirling in a myriad of colors. "This is Omnilium in its basic state, or so I would imagine." Turning to Ornstein, he added, "If you focus on yourself, you should be able to feel it within you and draw it out to use it. All I can say is you'll understand it better as soon as you try, little sense as it makes."

He gave the orb of omnilium in his hand a twirl, setting it to spinning in a dazzling display of color. "And if you focus strongly enough on something you really want, or that might come in handy..." With a wave of his free hand, he gestured in the general direction the strange man on the bike had gone in. "...you can shape it out of your Omnilium, and summon it to be used."

After a moment, he added as an urgent afterthought, "Provided you've got enough, of course... It's unpleasant if you don't."

Lapsing into silence, the ice man turned his thoughts to a demonstration, and to getting where he was headed more quickly. Given what he had just seen, a form quickly solidified in his mind. But on its own, it wouldn't be of much use. From the way he understood it, Smoker's bike had been powered by his Devil Fruit powers, which Kuzan himself distinctly lacked. And while he was far from familiar with the way a bike of such design with a normal engine would work...he knew enough to hope that Omnilium would fill in the gaps.

A look of concentration on his face, a minute or more passed, the orb of Omnilium in his hand increasing ever so slightly in size as he let it drift to the ground, where it rested on the blank white surface, slowly growing further still as another minute, and then another ticked away. His unfamiliarity slowing the process, it took several minutes longer for the process to finally run its course and the Omnilium 'cocoon' around the summoned vehicle to pop, revealing the fruits of his labor.

Tilting his head to the side, Kuzan restrained a grin. It really was easy enough when you put your mind to it. Resting a hand on the handlebars of the three-wheeled vehicle, Kuzan turned to his armored companion. "Easy as that."