A New World With New information

[Demetri Malius]

Out of the Ashen portal, Demetri burst through with his motorbike, puffs of ash erupting from the gate while a trail of soot followed him. Demetri felt like there was much more oxygen in the air here, the air much clearer and with a clean crisp as he inhaled. He examined his current objectives, most of which were in the Tangled Green.

First, he had to meet with his unknown employer, but he needed to be cautious. He had no idea who this person was, and Demetri had to admit, he was rushing into this Omniverse thing a bit too fast. If he put his trust in the wrong people then he could easily end up dead. Even though IRIS reassured him that death was only temporary, he figured the process wasn't too pleasant. The exchange seemed truthful enough, and it seemed he could feel the emotion from the other end. Demetri just hoped that whoever this was wasn't planning on bringing him in on a suicide mission.

Either way, Demetri needed to get the word out of his skills as much as possible, enough to bring in plenty of work and sources of information. He needed to become established. That was the main reason why he joined the Institute, the ability to be solo yet have a solid group, and he respected Nealaphh. In fact, Nealaphh was the only one he had truly put his trust in so far, he seemed quite observant and knowledgeable, proving he was a worthy ally.
Secondly, Demetri needed to retrieve IRIS. She had told him that he could summon her again if anything happened, but he doubted his ability to recreate her from memory. He also needed to account for any memories of her trip, and would be able to recreate those without her soft drive, or whatever device she explained to him. He was amazed he was able to even make her the first time, and was sure that she knew more about her own body than he did. Nevertheless, he would need the information to repair her, in whatever way possible. Nealaphh’s two secondaries were in the Tangled, so he could make a detour at some point in order to retrieve her memories.

Lastly, he still needed to continue his quest for Nealaphh. He felt that Miranda seemed to know something about the man he was looking for, but he would likely need to gain her trust for such information. The others seemed to be there just for aid, and Drake, who was also a part of the Institute, was there as well for his own reasons. There hardly seemed to be any time to do it all, yet it felt like he had an eternity.

As he continued, a message popped up on his dataverse device. There seemed to be an event happening soon in Camelot, a tournament of the sorts. Perhaps he could participate after he finished his current objectives. He needed to focus on the tasks at hand.

With that he found himself nearing the gate to his destination, and braced himself and he slowed his speed, his figure and vehicle vanishing as he entered. The smell of nature and grass filled his nostrils as the world around him looked as if someone covered his eyes in a green filter. No other color was as evident as the green plants and trees around him. Now, to meet this mysterious person.