Elijah grimiced a little, he was not like Ash. He wasn't driven by pride or some misguided need to show or teach others to do the right thing. Just a nagging voice in the back of his head taking the form of his mother's. He always did what he could to ignore but he never won. He always gave into the voice. He just wondered whybthat voice could never tell him to get some hookers and throw down. No it was always telling him to do the right thing.

He tossed a twenty down and waved off the drink. "Dont worry about the drink, I got some people to meet for work." His vioce let out a little anger amd frustration. "I'll... meet younat Zeke's or call, I don't know... I'll see you tonight." That was all he said before leaving the cafe. 

As he jumped on a metal staff he had left outside. He couldn't remember if it was Washington Avenue or Street. Reporter more than likely said both of them and further fucked his thinking for the day. His only real hope for the day was to find Scorn amd maybe talk her down.

The two had a history of sorts. A brief one encounter or three in the Cay. Yet it was in New York City when the two really went at it. On more than one occasion they almost killed each other. Who held the most victories was up in the air but it was Eli that won the last time and let her go. He would tell you that he let her go but the truth was he had nothing left. He was just won tue bluffing contest that day.

It had been a few months, maybe even a year or two since they last fought each other. He was the stronger of the two bsck then if only by a small margin. Now... now was a toss up at best. She had been building the Reapers while he tried form something close to life. Both just as hard as the other, just from different directions. Even now they kept in touch, exchanging information and favors. Doing what the other couldn't. He didn't want a fight with her. Not today.

He made his by air, in search of the sand conduit. Knowing full well that Scorm would be there enjoying the madness.