Order 

 Screams would quickly being as Order arrived to scenes of violence, the blinding bands of light and sudden appearance was enough to diffuse most situations. Perhaps it was something about the core concept of most religion pushing that the divine are shrouded in light? Some however had the audacity to not only continue their violent actions but to attempt to harm her as-well! One of which was a fellow conduit, Clearly not a the brightest bulb, it attempted at first to attack her with a gust of dust? Calling it an "attack" was a bit of a stretch, all it managed to do was mess her hair and attire. With this in mind she raised a brow and released a focused wave of light, Bright enough to sear the Conduits retinas. While the man stumbled about trying to heal his delicate eyes Order sighed, "A weakling like you hardly counts as a conduit." The man ended up tripping and falling just in front of her. 

"Do you know about reapers? Or at the least know someone who might?" 

The man whimpered but managed to hold onto a bit of his masculinity as he cursed in her general direction "F*ck you!" To which her retort was a demonstration of how much more things hurt when you can't see it coming, in other words her cane jabbed into the mans forehead. 

"Such language is hardly needed, a yes or a" The conduit summoned up a wall of red dust and bits of stray brick and made it smash wildly in the dank little alleyway. Order grimaced dodging a brick that came at her from behind with a simple tilt of her head. Her cane glowed vibrantly before slamming into the mans head with enough force to make a stomach churning crack, a normal human would have likely been cleaved from such a blow. 

"Tch, you couldn't even defend yourself and you had the gumption to attack me again?...." Order allows her disappointment to show "Similar to the bricks it didn't take much to break you." 

   The feeling of warmth on her exposed skin hinted at the suns light, meaning it was time to head back.The night's exploits had been anything but a effective usage of her time...aka a waste of it. She couldn't help but shake her head as she paced back and forth, seeking shadows is something light does however shadows are adept at avoiding it. Aside from the expected violence that comes in the night, it was much quieter than she had expected. Was this plan from the "Reapers" just a ruse to rile up the masses? 
 
  As she sits at her rather rustic table, she grabs a remote from the center of it. With two clicks a radio began to cycle channels, after about a minute of random cycles later she ends up on a local news station. One that was covering a growing crisis, that clearly needed to be brought to order.

"Washington street, thankfully I haven't showered yet." 

Order stepped up to the roof, unlike last time where she simply searched through the light she had a destination. In one Flash of light that would make a blue dwarf envious she was above Washington, but the light pollution forced her far higher than she would have liked. She barely managed to dodge the blades of a helicopter that had been beneath her, even hundreds of feet up she still could feel trace amounts of sand and ash in the winds. 

The distinct click of her cane was the only sound of her landing, not that it could be heard over the rather prominent sound of chaos that was all around her. Fire, screams, and general mayhem...Order found herself oddly calm, no a better word is comfortable. It is not that she derived pleasure in it, but more that she knew that she was going to bring it too an end.