We March On

[Albert Wesker]

For a passing few seconds, he again felt like things were turned upside down as he passed through the gate back to the empty white void of the Nexus. Mostly it was just the simple stark change so rapidly -- from being amid a grassy field of standing stones, a gentle breeze and the feeling of calm wilderness one moment, and empty whiteness, stretching out in every direction as far as the eye could see the next. Stepping from firm, identifiable ground into a blank space where up and down could be arguable directions and perspective didn't mean much....it was a bit of a shock he doubted he would ever completely adjust to.

Best thing to do would be to try and not pass through portals too often.

His pace didn't even slow as he set foot upon the invisible ground of the Nexus. He spared only a half-hearted glance back at the gate as he strode away from it. That he could still see nothing but white beyond and above it, despite knowing that through it there lay a very real place unnerved him ever so slightly. But mostly... Mostly it just left him confused and with a mild headache. More and more it was becoming clear that this place operated on more almost childish fantasy and imagination than logic or physics.

Or that 'Omni' person just....really enjoyed messing with people. Maybe some bit of both.

He fiddled with his gloves as he walked, his main goal for now to go back to the fountain in what he assumed to be the middle of the Nexus. Then he would make his next move...whatever that might be. Picking a new gate to jump through at random was all he really had to go on at this point, and it wasn't an appealing option.

He briefly considered trying to see if he could get any answers out of Omni himself. But he dismissed that idea almost immediately. If he had had any intention of giving any more information than he had, he probably would have. .....probably.

It was...possible, anyway.

All he could really hope for was that he'd end up somewhere a little less...strange. Maybe meeting someone who could actually provide some information without getting him wrapped up in some wacky, chaotic mess. He'd had enough of that for one day.

With little else to do, he let his gaze wander, drifting from the gates -- little more than pinpricks in the distance -- to the fountain itself, to the person striding away from the structure, to...

Huh. That was odd.

He was still a little too far out to see the exact details, but it looked like the fountain had...changed. It could very easily have been some trick of Omnilium, if the person who was walking away from the fountain was any indication, but...it did seem like a somewhat frivolous use of Omnilium.

The former Admiral slowed his pace slightly, turning his attention to the apparent new arrival. And the spear they were carrying. Though they were armed and armored, the way they were moving...didn't look like they were actively looking for a fight. Not that he was any great judge of that from this distance.

Well, looked like there was nothing to do but keep on walking and get to where he was going.

Hopefully incident-free.