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[center][h1][b][u]Karagoz Dimirci and the Reaper[/u][/b][/h1][/center]
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The voices of the deceased whispered evil thoughts to Karagoz, tormenting him in every minute and second as he walked through a alleyway in outer San Francisco. Where exactly? He couldn't remember. Karagoz can't even recall what he did yesterday, not without a bout of narcotics.

"Shush." Karagoz hissed at his demons, kicking a bag of trash out of the way. "Shut up! I did... what was right."

He had no direction. No purpose. But it seemed that someone will give both of those things soon enough...

His videos were stirring up controversy & sowing discord in different communities. Which was fine to him, he’d always liked Malcolm X’s message more than MLK.

It resonated with him more, after all what would peaceful protesting accomplish. Nothing except making them open targets and target practice for vicious biased officers.His primary mission now was to grow his reinforcements and further add to his team. Only by working together as one single unit, co-ordinating their unique abilities & background skills could the hope to emerge vicious against the vast modern empire that the United Stats had evolved into.

Expansion, that’s exactly what he was up to now. Thanks to his unique blessing from the energy plague he could find other altered who sympathized with and supported his cause just by being near them.

That was exactly what he was doing now. His day was already off to a good start with the woman he’d ran into & asked out to dinner that very same evening/night. He’d uncovered some very pertinent information about her with his own innate talents that made him eager to reunite with her later this evening. But now he had other matters to attend to, as he’d unearthed the thoughts of another altered who not only thought like him but was in full support of his righteous cause.

[I]Oh I like this one[/I] Reaper thought to himself, he’d been walking around without his mask on. But now it was time to don his infamous head-gear that had taken the internet like a storm. Entering the same ally s Karagoz he decided to make his precise known.

“Hello Mr. Karagoz, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I could’t help but overhear the interesting inner-workings of your tortured soul & mind.” Reaper spoke calmly, before using his power to speak to Karagoz’s mind directly. [b][I]How would you like to strike up an alliance, my name is Reaper[/I][/b]

"Oh, you're that guy." Karagoz crossed his arms, the voices ceasing, if only for this single moment. He eyed the masked man, looking at him from head to toe. 

Judging from how he heard Reaper's voice in his head rather than through his ears, it seemed that he was telepath, a mind reader. Hopefully he didn't control minds as a puppet master, but that didn't seem to be the case.

"An alliance...?" Karagoz' brows raised at the proposition. He had nothing to lose, either way. He had no one now. "Colour me interested."

Karagoz nodded. "I've always found... inspiration in your speeches. On how we should strike back..."

One of the voices roared in protest, but he silenced it. "What assurance do I have that I am not a tool, but a partner?"

Reaper found it most interesting that he heard more then one voice rattling around in his head, truly the sign of a fragmented psyche, many would be wary but all that mattered to him was that the dominant mind was in agreement with his mission.

“I heard” Reaper said with an amused tone when Karagoz mentioned finding inspiration in his speeches, having peered into the scorned veteran’s mind before approaching him. 

“What assurance, truth be told there is no assurance I can give you. If I said otherwise that would be a lie, how many people assured you of things in your past that never came to pasy? The military for example what they assured you your life would be like after serving versus what actually happened? Assurence’s are issued by men who lie to there allies as a quick fix to the cold hard truth that trust must be built through action and not thinly veiled words pr promises.” Reaper finished most eloquently and paused.

“However I advise or rather request you to take a chance on what I’m saying. Help me help you, myself, and all of us. As minorities we’ve always been ostracized in this country, always seen as second best and sometimes worst then that. But now that we’ve been given these powers, if there is a God It’s clear who he’s truly deemed as the superior race is it not?” Reaper poised the question to Karagoz leaving the ball in his court for a response. He preferred to lay out the facts to people rather then try to entice them with promises he couldn’t fulfill and lies that sounded too good to be true.

"Superior race..." Karagoz nodded slowly. The council in his head convened, screaming at each other. It was clear, however, that his own mind was the one that dominated the congress of voices in his head. No matter how much evil or protest the others might raise, his own voice was still the one in charge. Barely. "Indeed. I see. I concur. We concur."

Karagoz nodded again, and extended a hand. "If you're the Reaper, then I'll be the Dragon that burns all that stand in our path."

Reaper extended his own hand to meet and grasp Karagov's. He was happy to accept the soldier as an ally of his, the more the merrier and he found his powers quite deadly. "I must say the name is quite fitting of your capabilities, and will surely strike fear into the hearts and minds of our enemies."

 Reaper had smile stretch across his face that the veteran couldn't see under-neath his grim reaper mask. 

"You couldn't have come at a better time, there are things going on which the president does not dare speak about, but will happily announce in time. For every thing he announces to the public, it is several leagues behind what is already being done in the dark. There is an organization known as Liberty, that is tasked with tracking, monitoring, detaining & killing us at there discretion and there's alone. As we speak those of us that are deemed too dangerous for society are being rounded up and placed into underground prisons known as Tartarus Compounds, and that was before the giant one stomped through the city yesterday, can you imagine what there plans are now?"

 Reaper reflected in an inquisitive tone granting Karagoz access to the information he knew about what was being done to altered in secret and what more might follow after Lori's attack yesterday

"They would burn the skies to see us all annihilated." Karagoz replied succinctly. "I fought as a soldier once. I know that this government has no issue with killing whoever gets in the way of their interests. And to combat that..."

Karagoz took out a lighter, and ignited a little flame, one that he could turn into a massive blast if he willed it. "To defeat evil, one has to take in evil as well."

"That is very well true, but in this scenario we are the victims not the aggressors." Reaper spoke  softly pointing out they had been mistreated and targeted by the government first.

"Then everything that we will do is justified." Karagoz replied. "So, where do we begin?"

"Exactly, that's the mindset we must have not only to keep us going but because it is the truth." Reaper responded firmly, the ex soldier was someone he could get use to working with. The views they shared were similar in almost every way, and thus he held his words in high regard. Nothing suited the radical better then being around other altered who shared his exact views on their situation & status. "I believe the first step should be to gather the others, the ones who are the most oppressed among us currently, as they will readily join us having already experienced the pinnacle of America's hatred toward us." Reaper responded ecstatically, the first phase was simple free any altered already captured in the Tartarus Compound and elsewhere to add them to their ranks as they'd be burning with a desire to get revenge on their captors.

"Then it shall be done." Karagoz replied. "When do we start on our quest?"