Eli was as he fully expected, impressed with Kiera. He wasn't expecting her to stick with him through all this. He almost expected her to fly above all the buildings and keep an eagle eye on him. She was every bit the game he was hoping for. With only a handful of blocks remaining, Eli made an almost stupid decision to make a very hard right turn. Even with all his experience it was still pretty hard turn for him. He crouched, leaning over to his right side. His momentum slowed as he stretched out his legs, his body almost parallel with the ground. While he was at it, he threw in some style points and did a couple of barrel rolls. At the end of the alley they were back out on the main wide open roads.

A little ways down the road was a power substation. Eli raised the lead end of his pole high into the air and started his ascent into the sky. Once he was around what he was thought 100 feet he hovered about power substation. He started absorbing all the electricity that he could handle. When he thought he was close to full, he stopped and looked at his hands nine out of the ten were glowing. It was more than ample enough for anything he had to do. His face still wore the mask of tiredness, however he was by more energized than before. His only remaining task was to get another shirt, there more than a couple places he could do so. It was all about how much trouble he wanted to deal with. It might be easier to just buy one. Still, there was some fun to be had in introducing her to some friends he had. She'd more than likely run for the hills but it would be funny. On the other hand, they did have places to go and people to see.

Kain could tell from the look in her eyes that she didn’t take it too kindly that he was very resistant to joining the Reapers. Many would have called him mad and suicidal for opposing Scorn but he didn’t care. Unlike those cowards, he had the balls to say whatever the fuck he liked. Of course, Scorn wouldn’t want to lose a conduit as unique as Kain so she just had to suck it up. This was quite empowering for Kain and he rather enjoyed it. Both Scorn and Kain were two alpha dogs who love to be on top. The partnership that will ensue could end up turning into a long heated battle for power that may also heat up the relationship. Kain’s never been interested in love, since Ellie. His heart was destroyed and mangled just like that protester. Scorn would be there for sexual pleasure and the mutual enjoyment of the pain and suffering of others. He rather enjoys the thought actually.

Scorn then resumes to ask for Kain’s name. In her words, she did have a point. Kain could’t possibly continue to work with Scorn without a name. He then gives a small, devilish smile upon his face and spoke.
“My name is Kain. I should really ask for yours as well. We both know that Scorn is not your real name. I seem to recall you having a real name back in Curdun Cay but I can’t quite remember it.” He then starts scratch his beard, as if trying to remember what the name was. He then stops and shrugs uncaringly. “Actually, I quite frankly couldn’t give a fuck about your real name, considering the fact that Scorn suits you pretty fucking well.”

He then walks over to an old, wooden counter nearby and starts examining some of the tools on top of it. It almost reminds him of Curdun Cay. As torturing and scarring as Curdun Cay was, they sure do make a good impression on how to make someone scream. He then stops fiddling with them and turns back towards Scorn.

”So Miss Scorn,” he walks closer to her, inches away from her face. “Where do we start?”

Vincent admired the view of the Big Apple he was planning on roasting, after his rather explosive comeback he probably should lay low, but who gives a shit. He can never stay sitting with all these people to kill. So he tried to find a nice, people filled gathering to run with fire and agony. Which, as he crossed Grand Central Park he saw it, a huge gathering of humans...enough of a slaughter to amuse him for eons. He didn't know, or care, who was who, they were all just fucking screwed now. He strode into the group, mingling among them, sneaking Fire Bombs everywhere that people were harshly clustered, hopefully if he did it right, he could get to a nearby rooftop after he was done to watch the chaos unfold, and pick people off from a distance after he refueled off of the nearby grills where people cooked dogs and burgers. Then as fast as he arrived he was gone, hiding as he waited for his planted Fire Bombs to unleash hell in three...two...one..KABOOM! They detonated, turning a good ten twenty people crispy right off the bat, others he ran with his machete out. Quickly and brutally he started slicing his way through them, not caring whose blood got on him., or who died. Death in general made him pleased. After he sated his blood thirst, and he saw the cops roll in, he took to the rooftops, then disappeared into the city yet again. As unseen, and as bloodthirsty as he was entering the slaughter. He burned and butchered so many...He couldn't count. He just was happy to kill, and now he hid so that he could do this again at a later date.

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TIMEJUMP

Vincent stood on the Empire State Building three hours after his merry massacre, also having cleaned up, and reveling in the high of his fresh slaughter, as he stood, he noted that he could either burn it...Or own it...He could use his power to fucking rule these weaklings...Then he could do as he pleased as long as he pleased. This, was a debatable thing, rule, or burn. He chuckled, clapping his hands together, then opening his arms wide and proclaiming at the top of his lungs. "New fucking York!! Your fate is in MY very FUCKED UP HANDS!!". With that, he once again fled into the maze the Big Apple was, blending in with the populace yet again. This was either gonna be his city...Or a smoldering ash pile. Whichever it was, suited him perfectly. From now on, Anarchy shall rule New York, or burn it. Whether it was by choice or not. He WILL do as HE pleases with this shit hole. Whether the Reapers, Syndicate, or anyone liked it or not! New York is gonna be HIS playground now!

Scorn
"My born name belongs to a girl that died years and years ago," Scorn said ",Scorn is who I am now, that's my only name." Scorn spoke sincere on the matter. She only used her born name for when she removed the pain and outfit of the Reapers off her and blended into the norm population which was rare. To her that was the disguise and being the Reaper leader was the reality. Chloe had died when she had killed her parents and Scorn had been born.
"Where do we start? Well a little bird has told me a certain bar owner has intel on the Syndicate," Scorn added with a slight laugh ",I have a man on the inside who will call me once he gets the intel. I would go myself but I've been permanently kicked from the bar after my big reveal. If all things go as expected then you'll have your first interview with a Syndicate member very soon."
Without hesitation her face moved closer and gave a slight kiss on his chin with a mischievous grin."Though if you mean you want some fun now you might need my real name," she said ",I have a place where we could continue this discussion in a more secure place if you are interested in the type of fun I have in mind." This was going to be an interesting relationship indeed, perhaps sharing wouldn't be that bad, at least for the moment if it came with some benefits.

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Kiera
Kiera kept pace and shortly stopped behind Eli when the had seemed to of reached the mention power source that he had that would recharge him. She waited patiently as he charged himself up, as she did she looked at her own fingers to check her own amount of power. Eye fingers dully glowed lightly, no need to worry about powering up any time soon but better to check now then later.
"So you done or are you going to try and kill me some more?" Kiera asked in a joking manner when he seemed to be done charging. Yet she didn't want to keep Zeke waiting either since it sounded important, whatever he had that he wanted to share. Again it caused her mind to wander. She had debated quite often who to share the information with that she was Scorns half sister. She didn't mostly out of fear that if people knew that they would treat her differently, fear her or worse. She hardly feared anything but that was one thing she did fear.

"Oh, I'm good for now. Elijah said shaking off that feel good drag that was comes from a nearly full charge. "Shall we take to the skylines? What is illness to the body of our Knight Errant! What matter wounds, for each time he falls he shall rise again! Woah to the wicked! Sancho my armor, my sword!" Elijah shouted, filled with passion and excitement. His body arcing electricity at the end of his battle cry he bolted off. Ascending in the skyline flying maybe fifty feet above the buildings. Always adjusting to stay comfortably above the buildings. Every couple of meters lead him to a higher speed, being able to bleed off some of that ecstatic feeling. His direction was that of Zeke's bar.

Having a full charge always put him in a mood that was beyond words. It was ecstatic to say the least. Eli had never done been one for drugs, but he always thought this is what Heroin or Cocaine or some out of his world heavy drug was like. He always preferred drinking to drugs. Maybe because he always grew up with a bottle someone where around him. Even in those drunken circle were drugs looked down on. That was one of the few things that stuck with him into adulthood. If you could call him being an adult. He loved a full charge, it was an addiction, one that was nearly as bad as being conduit. If the truth be told he felt so bad for the all the norms that were below him. All those that would never get know to what it was like to be able to fly Icarus, only unlike Icarus the limitation of wax would have no effect on him. All those who would never the distant feeling of euphoria that comes a charge and just having conduit powers. Those poor, poor, fools.

When he got to the bar, he started to calm down. Partly from getting his levels right, which was big on its own right. Ninety-five percent charge was as high as he could go without being a danger to himself or others. He had been to a 100 percent a couple of times, once or twice he went beyond that. Each time was he became a danger to just about everyone around him. He had to really think about controlling every bit of power he had. While it wasn't so bad in a fight it was, for one reason or another, harder in every day life. Anything past a full charge, an overcharge, that was a combat only option. He couldn't control an overcharge, it was too much power. It would easily arc off of him and onto the nearest conductor, people included.

The other part was for being at Zeke's. Zeke's was one of the few places that Eli felt like he could be a regular at. He was comfortable there and well known. Most people seemed to have liked them there and most all the regulars knew him at least somewhat well. He still confided into no one, but he did give them a real look at his personality, anything more than that was none. He'd even bring the occasional date with him, most conduits, although some were norms. It was a comfort to have someone place that he could go to on a constant that wouldn't bite him on the ass too hard. Most conduits looked after each other. What side of the law they were on, didn't matter. they did a pretty good job of taking care of their own. For the most part if anything were to happen to him there, at worst he'd have a fighting chance.

Kain smiled devilishly as he heard |Scorn explain the origin of her name. It appears that she was reborn as Scorn and that the girl before had died. Kain want through a similar process but he never bothered to change name. He wanted people to fear his name when they hear it. He wanted the Scientists to quiver with horror as they hear his name. Kain wasn’t just a name, it was a threat. She then continued to explain that she has a spy who knows a bartender that has intel on Syndicate. She’ll receive a call from her spy to tell her that he has the intel. Kain will of course go in her place for the intel and retrieve the Syndicate grunt or grunts. It sounded like a simple enough plan but Kain knows that not everything can go accordingly. Even the smallest error can cause the biggest of inconveniences. He hopes there aren’t going to be any problems because Kain’s temper really despises inconveniences.

Kain then received a cheeky kiss on the chin from Scorn. Interesting, thought Kain. Like Kain, Scorn could also sense the atmosphere of sexual tension, although she seems to embrace it. Kain likes this. Neither of them is into the whole “soft-sensitive-relationship-crap” and it connects them. Kain was once into what they call love but that flame is now a whisper of smoke that was flickered out long ago. Kain liked a domineering woman. They were going to have some fun. She then mentioned a place that they could have some fun with. His intrigue continued to rise. This ‘partnership’ is heating up so soon. Kain always knew that it’s never too early too have fun.

“Who isn’t interested in a little ‘fun’?” He gave a wicked smile towards Scorn. “However, I’m thinking we should invite a friend to play with. Maybe a Syndicate grunt or two, or just a regular human,” he then swiveled his hand in the air, slowly, with a ball of Chlorine Gas maneuvering his fingers like an entrancing dance. It was a dance of torture and death. “You know…Something like that.” The possible Syndicate from the bar intel would prove a worthy candidate for a round of conduit fun.

Kain then winked at Scorn, cheekily. He fired his hand at a nearby wall, creating an acidic circle with a near perfect circumference, to show the deadliness and accuracy of his powers. He didn’t aim at all; he continued to stare at Scorn while doing so. “So…Scorn…you give me the location and I’ll bring the meat home…sound about right?” Once he gets the location of the little ‘rendezvous’, he’ll be on his way to the bar to collect the intel and eventually, their plaything.

Scorn
"I like the way you think," Scorn purred at the thought of having another guest to add to the fun ",All right, you bring the meat and I'll slip into something more for the night's events." She walked away from Kain, taking out a piece of paper and scribbling the address that he could meet her at later once he had their guest.
"Just tell the man at the front desk that Chloe set you," she said handing the slip of paper to him and then looking at the wall where he had fired the Chlorine Gas ball at ",One promise I ask though is at least keep my walls from being too damaged, I would hate to have to remodel the place again when I just had it finished."
She formed her own little ball of shadow in her hand, admiring it for a few seconds before throwing it at the ground, causing everything to go dark briefly and then the little light that had been in the room came back but Chloe was gone all ready, leaving Kain alone and to complete what he wanted to do before meeting up again.

Chloe remained in the shadows, bouncing from roof top to roof top before reaching the building where they would meet up. It wasn't the most appealing building, it still being on one of the poorer ends of town but it did its job when Scorn wanted to get away from the others for awhile, plus it was the only building that wasn't bombed by the Syndicate who had been tracking her before. She had learned from her mistake then and now didn't entire the building as Scorn, but as her other self, Chloe Allaire, the girl who had died years ago. In truth Chloe wasn't entirely dead but the roles of who was in command of the body had changed. Before the night she killed her own parents she had been Chloe and Scorn had merely been her other personality, her best friend actually. Scorn had been formed as kind of her imaginary friend, at least that what others thought it as but Scorn had been more to Chloe then they would expect. It was another side to her, the other side that she had kept hidden for so long because she had been afraid but all that changed when her father had violated her to such a degree that she wanted Scorn to help her, wanted Scorn to make them suffer and Scorn came to be the new person. Chloe still resided inside but by now mingled so much with Scorn's personality and had hate for the world that they were one and the same anymore.
Once reaching the alley next to the building she removed her hoodie and wrapped it up as well as wiping off most of the pain on her face as best she could. Only those knowing her true face would know she was Scorn. Now she just appeared to be a rather white skinned person who needed more sun. She went to her pocket and pulled out some sunglasses and put those on as well to cover the color of her eyes. Once satisfied that she could go in without someone knowing her besides her own gang members who resided inside themselves, she entered the sidewalks and then the building.
Ah home away from home, Scorn thought to herself as she walked through the door, her shoes clicking against the hard floor. At the other side of the doors sat one man behind a desk, looking rather bored with his job. This was the last remaining member of the gang that had been called the Dustmen. Another find within the walls of Curdon Cay, she had managed to convince him to help in the new Reapers despite being an old rival with the old Reapers of Empire City. He had no tongue do to an accident of some kind so he never spoke.
"Dusty, I have some guest's coming by later so don't act to harshly to them when they come," she said to the Dustman who looked up giving only a slight smile. He was better then the two Reaper conduits at least. She never had to listen to him or bark her orders over and over to get them through his skull. He merely obeyed and provided some good early security systems, though they got into her rooms which got her agitated.
"Just remember to keep your toys out of my room and we shall be fine," she added before going to an elevator and clicking the button for the top floor where her room resided. The floor was all hers and she loved it. She had furnished it herself and everything. It was hardly something most would like. It was painted black wall to wall, with white marble counter tops in the kitchen and some silver for the lamps being the only other colors to reside in the place. There were some paintings on the walls, not for Scorn's taste but rather to just have something up to not have the walls be so bare.
"Now what to wear," Scorn thought to herself heading back to a room that contained a bed fit for two, as well as a closet that had some clothes. The closet was hardly full but once and awhile Scorn herself would have to get something for it solely because she could and for such occasions as this. She might of not always been the one for dress up but tonight she figured she would go with it, grabbing a lovely black dress to put on along with some heeled shoes.

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Kiera
Kiera smirked at Eli as he quoted Don Quixote and replied to his quote with another.
"If you feel that you see me, not quite at my virginal best, cross my palm with a coin, and I'll willingly show you the rest," She said before following after Eli to Zeke's bar, hoping that Eli wasn't to charged up. She had avoided being a hundred percent charged after her first experience of it. It had been exhilarating but not at all that safe for those around her as well as herself. Plus a day later she hadn't felt all that good from it, it was like her body suffered a crash once realizing it didn't have a hundred percent power and wanted it again. After that she had made sure that only nine of her ten fingers kept charged at most.
Upon reaching the bar, Kiera jumped off her board, grabbing the piece of glass from under her and landing on her two feet with ease on the ground."Well now let us see what Zeke has to share that is so important," Kiera said opening the doors and feeling thrilled to be at the bar again. It was a nice place for any conduit who wanted to be around others. It didn't matter so much on which side you were on, infamous or hero or whatever you wanted to call yourself, it was open for all except for those who were a bit too open on what they were. A sign of that fact was the still missing bar stool where Scorn had apparently sat most of the time before being kicked from the bar permanently. The only other person Kiera could think who had been given a permanent ban from the bar was the guy going around calling himself the Anarchy of Flame. Though no one knew who he was entirely besides perhaps the fact his powers involved fire, he still was on Zeke's small ban list for the bar.
Thinking of the Anarchy of Flame, her mind again hit the topic of Scorn and wondering how she dealt with this rogue. Scorn wasn't one to share so she doubted that she liked this rogue messing with whatever plans she had. When it came to whatever meeting that would happen between the two she didn't really want to be there, it would be a fight to the death that was for certain to Kiera.
"Finally you two are here," a shout came from the bar, showing where Zeke was at.
"Only a few missing but you two were kind of the last I was waiting on before I revealed my surprise," he said once Kiera was closer ",Most of the regulars are here by now. So it'll be up to everyone what you guys do with the intel I have."
"Well we would of been here earlier but Don Quixote over there had to charge up," Kiera said pointing to Eli.

Vincent sat on a rooftop near this bar where a decent sized group was congregating, rumor held it in the Big Apple's underground that the bar owner had intel on this white coat Syndicate asshats. Though a sad question was, was it safe to go in? After pretty much nuking a portion of Grand Central no doubt someone heard about it. If they did, he just hoped noone saw him, he did all he could to remain out of sight after that incident, and now he was faced with a VERY tough choice: risk it for the info, or don't and be left in the dark. He rather liked the idea of knowing these new threats, so as quick and quietly he descended to the streets below, and moved to the bar. With each step he thought, thought about how he easily killed those people. How weak they were, and how devolved they seemed under the purifying wrath of his flames.

Each person he roasted that day was just a human, a weak, pathetic, devolved creature not meant for the times ahead. He saw it clear as the morning sun during the winter. The age of man was done, and the age of Conduits was beginning. The Syndicate saw this and in fear have retaliated, thinking they have a hope. A hope of defeating a superior being trying to be benevolent to the mongrels. Even with all the generosity of the Conduits, humans still try to hurt them, and make them feel lesser than they actually are. The equality people speak of is a lie, An illusion that now has allowed the Syndicate to wage war. Once again, humans seek to eliminate their superiors. Once again they were at risk, but this time, they will lose. This time, the superior beings will NOT lose their focus and they WILL take what is rightfully theirs. This thought ended as he entered the bar and tried his best to sit alone. All he wanted was info, not a social life.

"If I am to be Don Quixote Del La Mancha! Then she is by all accounts, Dulcinea, her country El Toboso, a village of La Mancha." Eli jumped on top of the bar and continued his tirade. His voice still filled with an unexplainable joy and exuberance. Prancing up an down the bar like that of a Shakespearean actor. "Her rank must be at least that of a princess, for she is my queen and lady, and her beauty superhuman, since all the impossible and fanciful attributes of beauty which the poets apply to their ladies are verified in her; for her hairs are gold, her forehead Elysian fields, her eyebrows rainbows, her eyes suns, her cheeks roses, her lips coral, her teeth pearls, her neck alabaster, her bosom marble, her hands ivory, her fairness snow, and what modesty conceals from sight such, I think and imagine, as rational reflection can only extol, not compare." He finished kneeling on top of the bar directly in front of Kiera, a gentle hand outstretched and a hardy round of applause that was accompanied by whoops and hollers.

From back of the bar came a shout from an old friend, one that Eli could always rely on for a scathing remark. "What the hell is this? A mad man on the G-d damn bar?" The old friend quickly quipped. Eli being an ever quick minded shouted back "I'm on a mission to civilize!" His tone was playful yet sarcastic. He jumped off the bar and faced his accuser. "How's that working out to you, Eli?" Just as soon as his friend finished his statement, Eli was firing back." Progress is slow, but I’m in it for the long haul." Eli spoke with a stern conviction and playful, child-like grin. This lead a ruckus laughter from the whole bar.

He couldn't tell why he was in need of so much attention. Maybe he was just showing off for Keira. He didn't know or didn't care be only knew that it was time to bail out of this madness.

Maxi had no luck finding anybody to help him and king fight the reapers, Maxi had enough and decided to have a drink and start when he had taken a little break. "King, come on lets take a break" Maxi poked him on the shoulder, King turned around quickly, his normally pale skim sporting a red mark in the shape of a hand print, Maxi started to laugh "shut up Maxi-pad" King smirked, Maxi chuckled and sat down at the bar.

Maxi stood up one that girl from Curden Cay walked onto the bar "I think we found us a new partner" Maxi chuckled finishing his drink. "Hey!"he called to her waving her over.

Kain watched as Scorn fired her own ball of shadow into the ground causing a mass amount of shadowy gas to engulf the room in black. Kain covered his eyes for a second from the darkness and then when he moved his arm, she was gone. Interesting, thought Kain. Looks like tonight will take an intriguing turn. He then opens the piece of paper giving to him by her. It was the address of the rendezvous point tonight and also the address of the bar for which he’ll get the Intel. He smiles and closes the piece of paper in his hand and places it back in his pocket. It’s time to go visit a certain bar for a drink and a chat. He dissipates into the nearby sink and proceeds to make his way to the bar via the usual Chlorine system.

Kain reappears in the alleyway just outside the bar. He needs to keep his powers out of sight as the whole city is on a manhunt for someone with similar abilities. He walks slowly out of the alley way with his hood down. If he had his hood up then he would be recognizable from the news reports. He keeps his hands in his pockets and enters the bar. It was just like your everyday bar really. It had smokers on the outside, talkative people on the inside and had the same stench of alcohol and peanuts. He hates these kinds of public places because he always knew eventually someone will try and talk with him like they’re the best of friends. It is a place infested with catalysts for his temper. However, he wants to get the information and get out. As much as he would love to kick the crap out of every single patron, he can’t. He needs to keep focused on the goal. He proceeded to take a seat at the bar on his own. Not far from him was a man with dark hair speaking with some blonde girl. On his back are the words “One Man Wolf Pack”. Kain just shook his head at this and chuckled mockingly. What kind of egotistical idiot feels the need to describe themselves as “a lone wolf”? Is it just to look cool? His anger started to boil but he took a deep breath and suppresses it. A fat bartender walked up to him with a sense of arrogance and sass. He was wearing sheds and his walk carried a bit of swag.

“Why hey there buddy. What’ll it be?” Kain just rolled his eyes and replied with a quiet, “Beer”. The man then brought a bottle of their finest pish and handed it to Kain. He didn’t reply with a thank you, he just started drinking it peacefully. The fat man in shades went towards the couple near him and started talking to them. Kain sat in his seat stirring about where Scorn’s agent was. He wants that information but he’s not sure if the agent actually managed to get the information from the bar owner. Kain’s mind started to wonder whether or not he should be the one to retrieve the information. It would make his life much easier if he just did it his won way. While contemplating taking his own route of doing things, the dark haired man near him then suddenly jumped on top of the bar and started foolishly quoting Don Quixote like he was some sort of Shakespearean actor. The man was degrading the great literature like some common drunkard. He even nearly knocked over his rink but thankfully his questionable balance saved his arse from being pummelled like the victim of a debt collector. Kain just closed his eyes and counted to five. The anger was boiling hotter than a Brazilian dancer during Carnival. He opened his eyes, took a deep breath and another gulp of his so-called beer. He’s going to get that information one way or another, hopefully without starting another racket. The last thing he needs is witnesses describing to the police what he looks like. He continues to drink his bear in his own solitary space, waiting semi-patiently for his coveted Syndicate information.

Kiera

Kiera gave a roll of her eyes at Eli before returning to Zeke, hiding the fact that she was partially blushing."You might want to keep the alcohol away from him tonight, I don't think that and him being nearly fully powered will be a good thing for your bar, especially that T.V. you so love," Kiera said to Zeke.
"I probably should put it somewhere else," Zeke chuckled looking at the old run down T.V. ",but it's one of the only things I have from the old days. Plus heck if it doesn't die why replace it?"
Before she could even respond and ask about what he had to share that was so important, she took notice of someone waving her over, she realized at least one was from the cafe earlier, something about saving his table at the cafe yet he had never returned from whatever it was he had gone off to do.
"Last interruption then you have to tell me, or us, what you have that is so important," Kiera said before walking over to where the other two conduits sat. She didn't sit down herself but stood.
"Speak fast and it better not be a pick up line or someone's going to get hurt," Kiera said unsure what these two would want.

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Zeke
Zeke chuckled before turning to the mayhem that Eli started."Eli how about you get down from there, while Keira is over there doing whatever I'll let you in on what I have. I know you will be interested at least," Zeke said. Before he did show Eli what he wanted to share, he took an order from what appeared to be a new guy. Seemed to only want beer, and plus there was a new conduit or two every once in awhile so there was no bother in really worry about him in Zeke's mind.
"I did some wire tapping a week back and caught some chatter from our good old friends the Syndicate," Zeke said leaning over the bar, having his phone in hand ",I recorded it. A few here might be interested so I'm sharing it around to those who want to take it to them you know what I mean?"
He hit play for the recording and it started:

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The recording started up with a couple of raucous coughs and scratching. “How are things doing over at the Vintage District?” The voice was digitally distorted. “Market District Plan 3-A is going rather well. Rogue Conduit will be released in several days. The breakout plan is almost complete. Joe is still working out the details. Rogue Conduit we’ve chosen is Damon Funnel. Harsh Wind Conduit. Imprisoned for terrorizing a Texan town as a tornado. He’ll work nicely.”

“Nathan. You need to be more careful here.” The other voice scolded. “We could be compromised. I told you not to send info by wire anymore. We’re probably being listened to at this very moment.” The voice predicted it exactly. “But Vintage District Plan 3-B is.. in the works. ETA on it is probably a week or so, chances are Saturday. We need some backup, so send some extra grunts to the Vintage Syndicates.” Clearly, the man knew that they may well be being listened to, so he purposely revealed less info.

“Alright. Sorry. Just hard to remember.” Nathan said. Some awkward shuffling was heard in the background. “I have to go. Josh will be here soon. You know how he is.” The other voice chuckled. “Yeah. Say, have you seen Matt around any time now?” It asked. “You know, I haven’t. Heard he was sent to the Market District for some backup. Hopefully he isn’t ratting us out to some gang. Those crazy Reaper fellows might've squeezed him.” The other voice coughed. “See you, Nathan. And remember, ears are everywhere.”

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The recording ended there, and Zeke put the phone back into his pocket to speak more with Eli. “Whatever the Syndicate plan on doing, it’s going to be at the Vintage District, in a couple days.” Zeke said, putting down his phone. “My guess? It’s going to be in the National History museum. What better place to hold an event then the most popular museum in New York? “I’ve been trying to make connections as to why they’d be there since I got the recording last week. I've shared it with a few other regulars who would like to give them a piece of their mind but you some of them are just all talk and no action. Not like you and a few others that are here now.”

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Scorn
While Scorn waited she decided to cook a meal, after all what type of host would she be if she did not serve a nice dinner to her guests? Well at least Kain anyways, she couldn't care so much to feeding the meat he would bring home with him, maybe she would just to maybe make them feel welcome and then watch them squirm as she showed them her true colors. Once the meet was disposed of it would be a night of fulfilling primal pleasures, this made Scorn smile, though for once she could say she was nervous. She had no experience in such matters besides the one moment that she dare never think about, the time where she saved the little remains of Chloe and became their guardian and primary personality. Yet she was ready for whatever happened next. She was the queen of darkness and chaos and nothing would change that. A few minor set backs kept her from her goals but they would be squashed. These thoughts drove her nervousness away, replaced by a demented and twisted form of humor. She began to sing to herself as she cooked and waited:
F is for fire that burns down the whole town.
U is for uranium bombs.
N is for no more Syndicate!
The Reapers shall reign supreme!

As she sang it brought a tear to her eye, a tear of blood that she wiped away happily.

As soon as the recording started Eli knew he was going to be dragged into this kicking and screaming. Two factions were already at each others throats. It made no sense to him that a third should get involved. Scorn or whatever the fuck she was calling herself these days was psychopath to be sure. However, right now she was a necessary evil. Those so called hero's haven't been able stop those Syndicate shitkickers since they showed up. Scorn was the only one making any headway into this. The truth be known she was more than likely going to stop them, just to see the world burn. All things being equal Eli would love to be the one to stop them and get all the goods that came with it but things were far from equal. Eli had the good will and the notoriety to get this started and was dangerous enough to get it done. Kiera had the looks and morality to get people listening.

For that they did have going for them, there was just as much going against them. Eli for his good deeds and evidence to the contrary. Did.Not. Care. This was a fight that at the moment had nothing to do with him. His time in the Cay taught him to keep his mouth shut and his head down. He had been a Conduit for a good while before the Cay. He tried to help others, he tried to do the right things. For all his trouble he got thrown in cell and was force to murder and fight. He had little interest past his trade and a few other things. None of which involved getting caught up in the middle of this battle. It was selfish and he knew it but still it wasn't his problem right now.

Outside of his issues, he didn't know if Kiera was the type to be able to what needed doing. This, in form or another was going to be bloody. The humans killed in masses with just guns. Now they'd every single element, object, and laws of physics to contend with. Whole cities could be taken off the map in just on battle. This alone could make power hard to come by and was against Eli's own interests. Murder, torture, and maiming others on a consistent baises was not out of the question. Even playing on the nice the side was going to get people killed. Cole did it, Delson did it, and if they got involved, they were going to have to do it. It was that simple. So the major question still remained, could she, Kiera, who fancied herself a hero, kill? Could she attack with intent to harm others?

These were not questions he wanted to answer right now. He was having so much fun butchering his favorite book and being a dumb ass. Eli sighed loudly and lift his hand. With that he summoned a bottle of Bourbon, once secured he did the same with a Shaker. " You should really moved to plastics." Eli said as fixed himself a double. "Let me guess Zeke, you, me and Dulcinea over there to fight and fend off this upcoming onslaught?" Eli downed his drink. Taking in a deep breath he exhaled slowly. "Tell her about the rouge, I have a plan for the museum. There's plenty enough to worry about without throwing gas to the flame... Or bodies to the pyres." There was at least some kind of gain form the rouge conduit. That could not be said for fighting the Syndicate.

"Okay then I'll just cut to the chase," Maxi said leaning on the wall beside him. "Me and my friend need your help, I'm guessing you know it was me who put that message on the wall outside your coffee shop." As Maxi explained what he wanted king looked around, catching the visuals of a phone or a voice recorder Zeke was showing this random kid. He couldn't hear any audio but He watched until it was over, he would mention this to Maxi when they were done talking with this woman.

"We need your help to take down the reapers, they are out of control." Maxi said, a sudden seriousness in his voice, "at least Sasha mostly stayed in the Neon district." King piped in, Maxi nodded "we need some strong conduits' and while me and king can donalot by ourselves we aren't Cole McGrath level of badassary". Maxi took a sip of his drink, eagerly awaiting her response.

Looking at her sent a memory flying his way about Curden Day, it was his first week and some conduits decided it would be worth their time to take their anger out on the defenseless Max. Hitting him and throwing him around like a ragdoll. Maxi didn't put up much of a fight, he had lost all hope when his father reported him to the D.U.P. That's when she came along and somehow fought off the three attackers. He learned to be more careful after that day, they never really spoke or had anything to do with each other after Maxi had thanked her. Seeing her now was nice, knowing she didn't turn into an angry conduit.

Kain sat patiently at the bar; sipping his beer inconspicuously when the Intel he was sent to retrieve just came strolling right towards him. The fat bartender near him placed down a recorder towards a couple of patrons. He casually placed it down and played it without any suspicions. It’s almost like he wants any old civilian to hear it. He truly takes the term freedom of information to a whole new level. Kain sat there acting normal, taking all the voices in. It sounded two grunts discussing plans over a wire. They weren’t exactly using real words but coded. They were not clever grunts. These codes could have been solved by a blind 6 year old. It was obvious they were talking about the Museum of Natural History. What else would ‘Vintage District’ mean? The blonde girl near him walked over to talk to someone else and the Don Quixote guy just kept mingling with Zeke. The oddest thing was that the blonde girl seemed familiar. She has that aura like where you think you know them from somewhere. He’s never known her but yet she feels familiar. Kain didn’t think about it too much. It was probably nothing anyway.

Kain now realized it was now his time to go. Scorn is probably waiting on him right now, probably getting dinner ready. It was chillingly exciting. Unfortunately, Kain was hoping to get a Syndicate grunt tonight but it looks like that’ll have to wait. Still, the city is full of annoying, hypocritical Conduit hater. At least one of them will provide themselves to be a good dinner guest. He takes one last final gulp of his beer and starts walking out, leaving a couple of dollars on the bar for his drink. He makes his way through the groups of witless drunkards towards the cold outside. He was now standing outside in the average New York Street. He now needed to find a conduit hater to bring home for dinner. He walks towards an alleyway and fades into the darkness like a predator. The only thing being heard was a faint whoosh in the wind to signify his exit. He stopped on a rooftop nearby. His hearing detected some rambling of some sort. It was incoherent but certain hate words were vaguely detected. He looks down from the rooftop to see some rambler preaching that Conduits are the devil’s minions or something like that. His words were so hilarious and idiotic that it would be just too unfortunate to end him now. Kain decided to listen for chuckles.

“Good people of New York! There is an evil taking placing its dark grasp around this city and it will not let go unless we band together in holy defence against it. The evil I am talking about is no other than the Conduits! Yes, the conduits. These people lurk in the shadow, watching us, planning against us and reporting our very movements to Lucifer himself. We must stop these spies at any cost! We must let them feel the wrath of the all might god! Let us purge this world of these abominations!” The preacher in the street shouted with great vigour and enthusiasm but it was all for nought. No one in the street listened to him. They just walked by, avoiding him like the bubonic plague. This was a perfect opportunity to take him away from the streets. He was a perfect dinner guest. Kain decided to dissipate down to the streets to give this man his personal and exclusive invitation. Kain revealed from an alleyway and then onto the street. He walks up towards the man who took no notice of him in during his ramblings. Kain just stopped and looked at him. A wicked smile widened his face with a smile.

“I would like to cordially invite you to dinner with me and the lovely Scorn.” He words were filled with dark humour that confused that the preacher as his attention turned towards Kain. He then replied in confusion towards Kain. “What in the name of the lord are you talking about?” Kain then placed his right hand out and formed a Chloroform grenade right in his hand. The forming of the green-yellow waves in his hand widened the eyes of the preacher. His fear was maximised to the full but before his fight or flight instinct could kick in, Kain dropped it, creating a cover of gas to practically make him and his victim invisible. When the gas cleared, all that was left was nothingness. They vanished into thin air.

Kain arrived at the door of Scorn with a human tied up and gagged on his back. He had hoped he as the right address otherwise, it’ll be unfortunate for whoever lives here. He knocks on it gently to alert Scorn of his arrival. Looks like tonight will be a fun evening. This bag of meat on his shoulders should provide excellent dinner entertainment. Kain waits patiently for Scorn to answer his arrival.

Scorn
A knock came from her door and Scorn smiled, knowing who it was."Seems my dinner guests have arrived," she said to herself walking to the door and opening it.
"Oh good you made it," Scorn said in a thrilled tone ",and you brought the meat wonderful. You can leave him on the floor or wherever. I suggest knocking him out. You must be hungry though. Come I made a meal. Torture is fun and all but doing it on an empty stomach can ruin the fun."
She led the way in, her hips going side to side to get some attention from Kain.
"I hope you don't mind italian food," Scorn said heading to the dinning room awaiting Kain as he did what he did to the meat. There would be time for their fun later, they had the whole night for that. She didn't know Kain had gone to the bar where she had her informant at.
Hopefully that damn fool of an informant calls soon, I don't want my dinner or fun interrupted by it, she thought to herself. Her informant was a conduit who went to the bar on a mostly regular basis. They had an arrangement, different from her arrangements with Kain but similar in some ways. She respected the conduit for his crafty manners. He had the balls as well to make sure she didn't rule over him. Though she hadn't found him as nearly attractive as Kain she did give the man credit for standing up to her and she had been at her wits end when she found him so she had little ground to change things. As long as he did what he was told to do she didn't bother him.

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Kiera

Kiera raised an eyebrow in surprise. Going after the Reapers? Were these two suicidal? She herself wanted to see the Reapers stopped but despite that she knew that it would take more then a few powerful conduits to stop them. She knew Scorn, more then she let on when asked about her apparent half sister which she kept secret. The one man who said he was the one who caught the two informants earlier appeared familiar, an event in Curdon Cay perhaps. She didn't think on it long though. Curdon Cay was a dark part of her history, when she was someone else, when she wanted to kill the D.U.P. herself as well as show those who harmed her family. Few knew the truth that she had a dark side, a side that Scorn had loved and had made Kiera her near equal. That was before Kiera had learned Scorn was her half sister and before she had realized that she could be a hero.
She pushed the haunting memories in the back of her head, returning to the conversation at hand."I want the Reapers as gone as the next but cutting the head off the snake isn't going to do it," she replied ",Sasha was small time, as well as working under someone else from what I understand of Zeke's old story telling." Zeke would occasionally share story of Cole and his adventures when he was in the mood so the old Reaper gang was known for the most part by all who attended the bar.
"Sasha was merely a puppet that's why she stayed in the Neon District. Scorn is a whole different beast," she mumbled ",She and her gang might be out of control but she is more then just a psychopath, she's a psychopath that has plans."
Another thought came to her as well, a grim fact that she knew would come if she ever faced Scorn. Truth be told they would need Scorn's damn help eventually. She had the only gang in New York with the man power to take on the Syndicate. So if the chance came they were going to fight the Syndicate they might have to turn to Scorn as an ally, a grim truth and not a pleasant thought but an enemy of my enemy is my friend as the old saying goes.
"I want the Reapers gone as much as anyone," She said before turning around ",but there are other enemies that need to be dealt with before they can be dealt with." She would let the two conduits think on that and went back over to Eli.
"So Don Quixote, you done with your tale and allowed Zeke to share his intel?" Kiera asked.

"Yes I did," Zeke chucked ",and to answer your question Eli, no it wouldn't be you, me, and Kiera here. At least I can't help with fighting. Damn museum put a ban on me a while back for accidentally touching the conduit exhibit. I made the damn amp and I can't even touch my work or remember my friend? Plus I'll do better by finding a means to get into their systems and relay info through phone. Like I said though, I've shared the intel with a few others in the bar and some have shown interest in crashing their party so it wouldn't be just you and Kiera when the time comes."

"My dearest Dulcinea, friend Sancho has given unto me information from our good Christian G-d. Information he will now bequeath unto you, my captivating and enchanting Dulcinea... Damn this getting old. Zeke found out that the Syndicate is going to try something stupid at the National Historu Museum. Which is going to put anyone and everyone related to it on a national level. They also have plans to unleash a rouge sometime in the next few days. Focus on the rouge, its more important. I got people on the museum, plus there is profit to be made with rouge, the museum is just trouble right now..." He trailed off as he watched an oddly walking... Thing leave The Amp.... No, she couldn't be that fuckin stupid. She of all people had to be smarter than that. He thought to self as he saw this person leave the bar. "Stay here, I'll be back." Eli stated anger in his voice as he chased after the gangerness person. He grabbed his steel poll on his way out the door, he jumped on it and in a flash he was in pursuit. The guy was on foot so Eli knew he was going to easy to track down. It took all of a minute once airborne to find him. Once close enough Eli screamed "rape," and turned hard causing what he thought was a spy to crash into his poll. Dismounting, Eli gave him a good look over. It didn't take him long to find the Reaper symbol tattooed on his forearm. "Wow, she was that stupid. Disappointing."

He took off yet again this time he headed for a roof top, one that was void of people. He needed tomake a phone call, for this call he needed to be alone. He landed and dailed all at the same the same. Simply walking off of the poll. It only rang twice be a voice answered. Normally he was much... Congenital. However circumstances dictated something much more aggressive. "Chloe, that wasn't very nice sending a spy to watch after me. I had a very pretty blonde that things were oh so well with till I caught one your Reaper lackies spying on me. Whatever are we going go to do about this?" His voice had sweetness to it, one that was calm yet creepy. Not unlike he would talk to a young child, or how she had spoken to him on a number of occasions. It was easy to see that he was trying to antagonize her. It was a huge gamble but one had to take. This arragment was based on an odd combination of fear and respect for each other. He had the upper when this accord was struck, he should have killed her when he had the chance. That upper hand was long gone, he was smart enough to know it. Yet at the same time he was smart enough to know that pendulum could always swing his way again. With that thought in mind he could never back down. If this play lead to his death, then that was a price worth paying. There was no way he was going down without a fight.

There was no doubt that this was going to push most all of her buttons. She hated that name with an unbridled passion. She might even come after him for just that alone. He had plans for such things, he might not be able to get to her as quick as she could get to him but he damn sure could cripple the Reapers in less than two days. Especially if he had nothing to lose.

Scorn
Scorn's phone finally rang and she picked up, awaiting her intel only to discover it was from the conduit she had least expected.
"Well nice talking to you again as well," Scorn said realizing who it was, a smirk on her face ",The spy wasn't for you by the way. Also what did we talk about with using that name. Unless you want me to find you and rip your tongue out, you don't call me it." She calmed herself down after the little outburst.
She paced next to the dining table, awaiting Kain's appearance. At least the phone call was coming then rather then later. She took note though to punish said spy for his slip up. Three men slipping up in one day wasn't good, it meant she had to pull on the leash, show them once more why those who worked for her should fear her. Flex her muscles a bit. Until then, she could have a lovely chat on the phone with Eli.
"A little bird told me Zekey had some intel on our friend's the Syndicate. I sent the newbie out to eavesdrop, apparently though I should of sent someone more experienced if he was spotted by you. Funny though, if I knew you were going to be at the bar I would of just asked you to do it for the normal fee and arrangement of course," Scorn continued, keeping her voice cool and calm with her usual hint of creepiness under it. If Eli wanted to antagonize her that's fine, she would play his little games, as long as she got what she wanted, she didn't care.
"But riddle me this, and riddle me that, what intel did he have? Surely you must know or am I going to have to ring it out of the man I sent to do the job?" She asked and then continued ",Oh and what pretty blonde do you have with you this time? Another date? Or maybe it's someone I know, after all there are still a few Curdon Cay inmates I'm looking for."
Besides the wretched conduit who went around calling himself the Anarchy of Flame who she had a hit on, there were other conduits she was still seeking out. There was the blood conduit, a prodigy that Scorn had rather enjoyed but turned on her and disappeared. Now she had a few reports of some people showing up missing most if not all of their blood. If the girl wanted a fight, a fight she would get. Scorn had a feeling she had wanted her position when she started showing hatred towards her, now though she seemed to be coming for Scorn. Let her try though, Scorn wasn't afraid to fight to the death, what about her opponent though?
Then there was another, one other who she had viewed as an equal to her and would of been the other leader of the Reapers, one that she knew as Discord. She had been such a lovely conduit who had sought Scorn out in Curdon Cay.
"I hardly think you have any means to be making threats Elijah," Scorn added ",You might of had the upper hand before but I now hold most of the cards. You might have some worth to me but I can toss you aside if you truly want me to and leave you to rot."

Kain was greeted by a wickedly sexy Scorn who stood in the doorway in a coal-black dress with high heels. It showed off her legs in a most devilish manner. Her voiced shrieked with chilling thrill as she saw the beaten preacher on Kain’s shoulders. Kain just smiled as she saw Scorn run skip around excitedly like a demented child. He dropped the Preacher on the floor like an old bag per her request. Kain saw in front of him a heavenly made Italian meal that could impress even the stubbornness of an Italian chef. Scorn continued to mention that torture is more satisfying when one is full up. Kain can believe that. A nice home cooked meal is perfect for getting one ready for a long night of enforcing pain and agony. Kain went to the dinner table and took his place at it. Considering the fact that the preacher was in the room as well, he considered saying prayer in mocking of his rants but his stomach instincts in this case were stronger than his need to humiliate.

“This is a wonderful meal. I feel quite spoilt actually,” Kain smiles excitedly. He hasn’t had a freshly home-cooked meal in a long while. For the past few years, he has lived on takeaway foods that he has mostly stolen. This was a nice change of pace. He then points towards the unconscious preacher. “Just before me and my friend here arrived, he was just telling me how conduits are sent by the devil and that we must burn in the eyes of god. This of course was a lovely topic for which we debated on but I think your input on the subject would be helpful.” He continues to smile devilishly with a sense of humiliation against the preacher. He starts to take a bite out of the Italian meal. It was quite delicious and scrumptious.

“Also, that bar you sent me through. That place was filled with idiotic kids. I almost lost my patience and burnt it to the ground. I’m surprised myself that I kept my cool. There was one guy who thought it would be funny to jump up on top of the bar and quote Don Quixote like some god-awful Broadway wannabe. To make things worse, he had some letters on his back to show off that he some sort of fucking lone-wolf. The fucking kids these days; they’re all such fucking wannabes. This meal was the only thing keeping me from killing him.” Before Scorn could answer she got a phone call and had to answer it. He didn’t really care who it was and it was probably someone from the Reapers. He continued to eat his meal peace. He listened into the phone call for little bits hear and there and it was mostly mundane stuff until he heard that the other person was making threats. This pushed Kain’s curiosity higher to it peak. No lackey would oppose Scorn so who was on the other line, wondered Kain. He waited until Scorn was finished with her phone call before asking her.

Conversation with Chloe never ceased to amaze him. She was finishing for information all the while trying to extort for more information, and threw in some threating language in there. Most wouldn't have the sheer gal for this. Anyone else he would have put them in their place by now. "Intercepted some Syndicate phone conversation, they have two plans in place; one to let loose a rouge conduit and the other is some how do you do at the Natural History Museum. You don't mind being on the radar, national or otherwise. I can take care of the rouge myself." Eli's words and voice tone was like talking to an old friend. Unaffected by her earlier threats. "I'm sure that your little shit for brains spy will fill in on all the particulars of the my lovely date. He was watching the both of us too hard. Still I'd hate to be called rude and I'll the blank he can not. Her name is Kiera." Eli was smiling, nor grinning but smiling. He just gave up a weak point. One that dangle out there in front of Scorn and roll around in her mind till she had a reason to act. Till he gave her a reason to act. With all that was going it was probably a bad idea to add to his plate but he couldn't resist. Kiera could take care of herself and Scorn wasn't going to come after the girl on the first salvo and felt certain that he'd hear about it before and after it happened. "It's funny, now that I think about she's a bit like you. She's a bit of thinker and a total gamer. She's more than smart enough to know, no one plays a perfect game for long. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe next month. She knows that everyone makes mistakes and that almighty pendulum swings both ways. But you already know all of that."

He was getting greedy and having too much fun with this. He knew she thought of him as another lap dog. Pick of the litter maybe but still a lap dog. Still he got a decent agreement and a fee. For all the sparing and tests of might they did to each other, bringing something to the table was paramount for both, and at least for now they both got what they needed and more. Still it was more than worth the price paid. "So, I'll take care of the rouge and you the Museum? You know I loath too much of the spot light. After words we can even trade information! I'm already enthralled by the prospects."