We March On

[Albert Wesker]

"...so yeah, boss...things are moving along just about like we expected. Shouldn't take too much longer now." With the firm clack of his well-polished shoes on the invisible footing of the Nexus, a man known by many names, all of them with the initials D.D., strode out of the portal from Camelot. One hand held what looked to be a cell phone up to his ear, the other had two fingers loosely grasping a cigarette. "One thing, though, Slick..." Bringing the cigarette up, he took a long drag on it, letting the smoke hiss out through clenched fangs before speaking again. "....don't ever send me to the Kingdom again. Had to go through four pairs of shoes with all that mud and dust. Send Boxcars or something next time."

The voice on the other end practically growled at him in annoynace. "Boxcars. Really? " Without warning, the next word was shouted so loudly that the well-dressed smoker had to pull the phone sharply from his ear, wincing visibly. "Boxcars?!"

"Alright, alright, I get it... Then at least let me spring for some dirt-proof shoes or something. Can't be impossible with this Omnilium stuff."

"Yeah, whatever. Just get your ass back here already. We lost Deuce. Again. And we got canned goods problems again, if you know what I mean."

"Jeeze, that guy...never a break with him. Alright, alright, I'll be there soon."

With a beep and a flip of the wrist, the call was silenced and the phone was replaced, strangely enough, with a pair of cards. With what was clearly a well-practiced maneuver, the man slipped the cards into a matching deck in the breat pocket of his suit. Tucking the lit cig between his teeth, he adjusted his tie, pulled his lat down lower over his face, and turned his attention to getting where he was going quickly.

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"A mystery..." That was definitely one word for the strange being, to be certain. Bringing who knows how many people here, for reasons that were....well, they probably existed, to at least some degree. "He sure acts like a god." For a moment, he thought he saw movement in the distance, still silouhetted a fair distance away between himself and the gate, but dismissed it, turning back to Ornstein. His sentiment about wanting to find a way to leave this barren white void was one he could share.

"I don't know what the place is called..." He tilted his head to one side, something off in the distance again catching his eye. There was definitely movement there, and getting closer. Rapidly so. Hopefully it would be just another traveller on his way to somewhere else and wouldn't pose a threat. "....but it's some kind of countryside, or something. Like what you might see in fantasy books about knights and magic."

It didn't even occur to him that what he had said might be, at the very least, strange to the armored man.

"I don't really have any particular business there myself, but--" He was cut off by the sudden, unmistakable growl of an engine.

The figure he had seen in the distance rapidly closed the distance, swerving widely around the two men while simultaneously slowing his rate of travel dramatically to little more than a swift walk. The motorcycle he was on rumbled as it slowly rolled by, and its rider tipped his hat. "Good day, gentlemen. Taking a trip to the Kingdom?" A cloud of smoke blew from his mouth, and he replaced his hat. "Enjoy your stay." Adjusting his tie once again, he turned his attention back forward and revved the accelerator, pulling away as quick as the slowed speed of the vehicle would let him.

Kuzan could only stare blankly after the strange man. Not only his sudden appearance and departure, but his appearance -- almost more like some kind of insect than a human -- was entirely bizarre. ".....Well." He shrugged. "I guess we know the name of the place that gate leads to now." He jerked a thumb at the gate to Camelot.