I'm Sorry, But the King You're Looking For is....

[Demetri Malius]

The group hardly even noticed Demetri, a few simply giving acknowledgement of his presence and continuing forward, except for the one who was missing an arm. He seemed to have some kind of recognition of Demetri, but from what? Surely they hadn't met before, but still, Demetri had this feeling that the man knew who he was.

They approached some barracks, where it was assumed that they will be resting. The cold, stone floor and the barren beds hardly seemed hospitable, and Demetri wondered what kind of king left his 'koopas' in such conditions. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as it looked, after all, they did just look like giant turtles.

Demetri followed the others into the dining hall, where there was an assortment of food spread out. Nothing appealed Demetri directly, and he figured he could use om to summon his own food. Perhaps some fine broth from his home would satisfy his stomach. He held his hand upwards besides his waist as he began to focus on bringing his imaginary meal to life. He stuck to the edge of the room, preferring to observe the others and keep to himself. He wasn't much of the social type.

"So uh...is Bowser's place close from here?" The one armed man announced, seemingly trying to start a conversation. He didn't seem the type either. Nobody seemed to have the answer, and the Koopas did nothing to acknowledge his question. Silence followed his words as everyone seemed to have other things on their mind.

Once his meal was summoned, Demetri decided to check on his wrist communicator. Cat seemed to be in trouble, but Nealaphh was already sending some secondaries to help. IRIS seemed to have given him quite a few updates, with what seemed like within time frame of a few months. Interesting, so she was right about time being distorted here. He opened the first few, reading about her new friends, the closest being a pirate, a soldier, a scientist, and a nephilim, as they started out surviving together. He continued reading, taking small sips of his broth, until he came to the last message. He choked as he coughed in surprise, a small amount of broth spilling out of his bowl onto the floor, making a low splash. She didn't make it. Her remains were in the Tangled Green, in some kind of swamp. Damn, he should've known not to send her alone. He needed to go retrieve her, but first, he must finish this mission. Perhaps Nealaphh's secondaries can retrieve her while they assisted Ca, but he will have to ask that later, when he was alone. The others were looking at him, but he didn't want to make his distress too obvious. He waved his hand at them, clearing his throat before speaking in a hoarse tone.

"Sorry, broth went down the wrong hole." His answer seemed to satisfy them, but he figured he might as well try to make some kind of conversation. He might even be able to get some info on the man he was after. "Anyways, since we are all here, some of our objectives may align with others. Perchance any of you have heard of a man named Joseph Gustav?"