[@Old Amsterdam]

Edward reacted with shock to Shatter's laugh, quickly calming when the man began to speak, gently, casually even, despite his appearance and voice.

Edward sighed out of relief and began to walk as had been suggested. He looked around them at the all-consuming haze in awe, he loved shows like this, Spectrum's armor, his own body igniting when he ran fast enough, hell, that guy who he owed a sexually-charged hug and his flames even. He really got a kick out of the thrill of seeing something beautiful.

"I don't mind taking it slow if you'd prefer it, I'm still relatively normal, I can see the world at the same speed as everyone else if I focus hard enough," he explained, tapping the side of his head as he spoke. "I'm not exactly mister serious myself, as you can probably tell, though whiskey isn't exactly my thing, hyperactive metabolism you see, I get a buzz for maybe a minute at most, then an immediate hangover, and now that I'm toxin-resistant, probably not even that."

"Germany eh?" he continued after a moment of contemplation. "I've been there once or twice, never stayed for long. I remember this one race in Ulm, good time, had a lot of fun, got really drunk for a few seconds then spent the rest of the day lying in the darkest corner I could find so that my head didn't explode, I think my second boyfriend had a little German in him, nice guy, too bad he didn't like my personality that much," he reminisced, looking off into the distance with an almost sad look on his face.

"But enough about me, what's your..." he waved his hand up and down in Shatter's direction. "...Thing... I mean, I know you can make the sky look really strange, but other than that, what's your thing?" he asked with a hand on his chin, hunching his back and looking up at Shatter as they walked.