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.