The light tap of a rather pristine white cane proceeded the white clad woman as she stepped off a bus. The woman dressed in a white tracksuit had a matching pair of white frames that covered seemingly blind eyes. The bus had came from some distance, but what would draw someone to an area that had just been declared a battlefield? Someone who seeks to create, [b]Order[/b]

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It was some time in April when she had "seen" A recording of the message to the syndicate, while her claims are to be a fight for survival it comes off more that she gets off to others watching torture porn. The woman, Scorn has been a problem in balance before, but even more so when she openly gets involved. Lauren stood in the hall thinking of the proper course of action, picking up and dropping her cane as if a metronome to guide the orchestra of thought. 
"Lauren, dear your doing it again." 
Her cane struck the ground a final time before she turned to face the sounds source, a sweet elderly voice that belonged to the caretaker of the halfway house in which she stayed. 
"Lauren, you only do that when you are troubled, Are you thinking about asking that boy out again?"
Lauren couldn't help the light blush on her cheeks, one time, one time she had openly admitted to it now any time she stops to think Bernice brings it up.
"N-no. I am afraid I have to make a prolonged business trip again."
The old woman's disapproving glance didn't have to be seen, Lauren shook her head "Oh don't give me that. You know I will be back, I promise to call. You really mustn't worry so much for me, I am blind. Not helpless."
Bernice rolled her eyes at the girl before saying. "Just bring back a man this time, You are going to end up like me before you know it."
As Lauren smiles before walking towards her room, "I don't know Bernice, I don't [b]see[/b] that as a bad thing."

Lauren closed her door, and smiled. She walked over to a rather ornate lock, while decorative it seemed unlikely that even a bolt cutter could open it. With a bright flash of light she was on the other side of the door. Putting on a pair of white headphones she began to pack. Various white themed out fits went over a much more ornate white walking cane. Along with a few flash bangs, what appears to be a few thousand dollars. While not partial to it, she also packed a more theatrical suit, not at all humble it did help promote her as an image of divinity. 

As she appeared on the other side of the door once more, she felt Bernice. "I-I ca" Bernice stopped her explanation by simply speaking over her, "I bought you a cell phone, make sure to call me if you need anything." Lauren chuckled and took the phone with a nod. As she made it out the door, "I meant what I said, you better bring back a man. Even if you don't need eye candy I could use some!"
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Present 

Order found herself back in her old safe house, most of her friends from the fiasco's had went there separate ways so she was more than prepared to go this alone. However waiting for trouble isn't exactly the most productive way to go about finding it. At night fall she decided it was time to make trouble, upon changing garbs she stepped out her window, as she was to fall she appeared on a building roof top a few meters away,she noted a few changes in the roofs layout, and thanked the maker that she didn't end up smashing into something. She removed her decorative eye wear and began to "look" around. It was oddly comforting how much light pollution now was in the area, compared to the emptiness that had once filled the streets. While it made her job harder, it showed just how far people had come. 

As if on que a gunshot rings out, the flash of unnatural light stands out like a beacon against this back wash of electric glows..."Well at least its something simple to start the night with."