Cruor chuckled as he felt Scorn come up behind him, thinking about what she said. "I agree that she needs patience, but the insanity is up for debate. She was trying to do some recruiting for the Reapers but she failed. As for help catching her, I can handle it fine, she's twelve and has yet to awaken her powers. Besides, I already have something prepared to take her home and make sure she stays their. While it does that, we have some fun going on at Washington Avenue, as their seems to be a rather melodious melody coming from that direction." Standing up Cruor made a hand motion to Natasha, causing a red shadow to burst forth towards her from underneath his cloak, enveloping her before she could make a noise, then climb back up the building. Once on the roof top, it was revealed to be a strange wolf-like creature composed of blood, and wrapped almost entirely except for her face and knows was Natasha, who was giving Cruor a death glare. "Take Natsha back to the base and make sure she stays there." The wolf nodded, hen bounded away with Natasha mufflied screams fading as it got farther and farther away. Glad that, that was over with for now, Cruor turned back to Scorn, a psychotic smile on his face as he began to let go of his self control in preparation for the upcoming activities. "Now then, now that the children have been out to bed, the adults can have their fun, am I right Madame Scorn." With a cackling laugh, he began to hop from rooftop to roof top, using his blood tendrils to help him navigate the city towards Washington Avenue. **Ash, at the Coffeshop** Ash sighed, really not in the mood for this. But then, who was ever in the mood to do a job like his, and for no pay. He got all of his money selling his solid ash sculptures, which people find very appealing for some reason. "Don't remind me, god this is going to be a pain. *sigh* Well, see you later Kiera, as I got to bolt, so here the money for the meal, and I wish you a fine day." Ash said, giving her a small nod as he put the money on the counter, then walked out, grabbing the wooden walking stick he had placed near the door. "Lets see what this sand jokers got, and who comes to join the party." With a snap of his fingers, ash began to form around him, solidifying on his back to form a stylized pair of wings with flames placed underneath the wings. He pushed down with his wings and rocket up high, turning over to fly towards Washington Avenue once he reached a decent elevation.

"No wonder this got thrown out," Jacob muttered, peeling open the sandwich to see what it was that was making the thing smell so off. It was the mayonnaise, a few maggots squirming around on the sticky bottom piece of bread. His mood down the gutter Jacob held back a belch, peeling away the bottom half of the sandwich and dropping it back in the garbage. The rest of it looked alright, though it was obvious the thing had been in there at least a day. "_Careless children. They never really know how good they really have things_," someone muttered unhappily, causing Jacob to turn around yet again. It got annoying really, but if someone was behind him he deserved to know. With a huff of annoyance Jacob folded his find in half, taking a bite and swallowing quickly as he could. "Curdon Cay screw ups, not stopping to think about the people who didn't have a life to go back to," he grumbled unhappily, his adulthood around the corner with nothing to show for it. "_It's a shame really_," someone agreed, this time Jacob ignoring them as he walked off back towards the city. The rest of the day was his and he had nothing to do. Oddly enough he began to rethink the girl's offer; it would have been something to do at least for a little while.

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.

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.

**Scorn** "Quite indeed let us have our fun, after all we shouldn't let others play alone in our playground," she said disappearing in nearby shadows and bounding across the rooftops using the darkness as her means of transporting herself around launching between roof to roof excited more then a child on Christmas as she went. A rogue conduit meant seeing other conduits which meant potential recruits or some enjoyable bonus fights after taking care of the rogue conduit. She hadn't had a good fight in quite some time. Primarily it had been because she needed time to be left alone so she could continue on her own schemes and plans but it made her impatient not being able to fight someone and now being freed from the shackles of her schemes for a time she could cause her own madness all the while recruiting. -- Upon reaching her destination she stopped a few rooftops away looking at the chaos below her."Ah it's so beautiful," she said with a smile, a bright red tear falling down her face ",but it will never be as good as my artwork and this conduit didn't ask for permission to play on my playground so time to show him who's the top dog here." **Kiera** "Yeah I'd help but work and last time I did I nearly got fired," Keira said ",Try not to have to much fun without me. See you at Zeke's." With that she was alone with her thoughts again, the one time she wished she wasn't. To keep her mind busy she went back to work, cleaning up tables and taking orders to keep herself busy. **Washington Avenue** The smell of ash filled the air with the destruction of several cars and shattered windows. Sirens filled the air with sound drowning out any other sounds that might be heard once in the district. It was utter chaos on the street. By the time most civilians were gone but the few stragglers that were left were in a panic not helping the CTU or the law enforcements job. All talks of trying to negotiate or reason with the sand conduit was out of the question, he was on a rampage, causing destruction however he could. The CTU was mostly still composed of conduits who had been used by Augustine so primarily they fought with concrete but the sand conduit seem to knock the projectiles fired at him like nothing. and swat those that to close like they were mere flies. "We need back up!" the head of the unit of CTU that was tasked with this assignment stated into a radio",We need a Super Rook if you can spare one or three." A car nearby exploded into flames as a solid mass of sand came crashing down upon it. Another CTU agent came rushing forward, his arm limp at his side, no doubt broken from impacting into a wall. "Sir we've lost another block, if we don't stop the rogue's advancement he'll reach another residential area and we don't have the man power to do an evacuation for those living there. We need to stop him now before he gets to far." The head of the unit sighed."We aren't going to get back up in time. Guess we hold as long as we can. If anyone wishes to help that is a conduit allow them but we must contain this conduit once he is down with the cuffs as fast as possible."

Order As if the mans words had been a que Order's flash appeared beside the man. "I need to borrow this" her hand grabs a flashbang from the mans vest. ** "H-hey!" ** He reached for it but recoiled when he noticed the pin was already pulled, Instead he screamed out **"Flash out!"** and dived away. A normal flash bang has a white flash but in Orders hands it seemed far diminished? When the man looked back slightly hesitant Order seemed to have taken a yellow hue, rather unnatural looking. A side effect of a flash bang to the face? Suddenly hes hoisted up from his position a Order of another more blue tint was standing before him, **"Can you give me any information over this conduit, history,abilities, anything may aid in the speed in which 'We' can rectify the situation." ** Meanwhile, the Crimson order had introduced herself to the Sand Conduit. Her abilities taking on a red hue make her presence seem far more hostile despite this she begins this with a simple.** "Hello, I don't suppose I could save us both time and you simply surrender?**" The answer was a snake like strike from a formed band of sand. When the sand pulled back instead of a mangled person the conduit was greeted by cracked street? Its eyes began looking around, bands of sand lashing at would be hiding spots. **"A tad jumpy aren't we?"** The red hue woman crashed down on the sandy being, her words giving it just enough warning to get a sandy guard up. Another surprised gasp escapes the sand conduit, for such a small frame the Crimson order hit with enough force to cause the other conduits knees to buckle and the asphalt to break around it. Gathering its bearings the Conduit stands strong not backing down, Order sighed "I admire your tenacity. I have killed a few weaker willed fools with that. Are you ready fo." A pillar of sand comes out from beneath her feet! She attempted to counter with a second crashing strike but the Sand conduit in turn made a spire for her to land on, hoping to impale her!** "How crude, but I find your adaptation very admirable."** Order was standing beside the conduit beneath its spire? When did? The conduit tried to swat her only for the Crimson illustion to burst into a flash and the one in the air to actually connect! Leaving the Conduit stunned but the crimson Order seems to have exploded only a red distortion in the areas light remanined? Back at the Line the blue order had left to aid in evacuation, leaving the Yellow Order with the CTU. **"That should buy us a few more minutes at the least, but that conduit is a tad more burly than I had originally thought. Do you have a spare flash bang or two? I feel like this situation is about to get a tad more Chaotic before I can bring it back into Order." **

Having found something to eat Jacob was back in the city, walking through the alleys and back streets without real direction or purpose. His thoughts kept straying back to the girl in the park, more specifically what she had been trying to offer. She was far to forward, and rude, and angry, but the concept of what she'd been asking intrigued Jacob. Food, a place to sleep, a job maybe? Sounded more gang like but it would be the closest thing to a job Jacob had ever had. "She said to watch out for people dressed like her," Jacob muttered, doing his best to remember her words. _"Find someone in a creepy jacket then,"_ someone sneered, their voice sounding distant. So Jacob began wandering randomly with a purpose, looking for anyone he could maybe approach. Unfortunately he'd need to hope he could actually find them, since lots of conduits traveled over the streets when in a hurry and Jacob for the most part lacked this ability. Sure he was fast and strong enough to jump from one building to another but climbing or scaling them was beyond his ability.

Cruor was right behind Scorn as she spoke, nodding in agreement with a manic smile on his face. He watched as another conduit appeared, one with control over light it seemed, and began to engage the sand conduit. Cruor watched as she seemed to split into three separate copies of herself, wondering how he should approach the situation. Coming up with a plan, he quickly turned to Scorn, pointing at the blue and yellow version od the conduit. "Madame Scorn, you take care of those two versions of the conduit, and I'll take care of the red one and Mr. Sandman." Unable to hold himself back any longer, Cruor bounded off the building and landed right between the red woman and the sand conduit. He rose up, his long cloak-like jacket flapping wildly around him, and thrust his hands up in a theatrical manor. "Count thy blessings, you filthy pigs, because the Reapers have come to collect their blood harvest." As soon as he had finiahed speaking, he snapped his fingers, causing to tendrils of blood to appear, writhing around as if they were alive. He made them blast forward at high speeds, both about to impale the conduits he faced.