Black Licorice; Peon

A streak of lightning bolted from across the dark skies of the Warrior's Wasteland and arced high over the City of Ruin, Valhalla; the streaming string of electricity flashed brightly only once to light up the iron clouds overhead, striking the ground with a powerful resounding thunder.

Having ventured into the deeper parts of the Broken Homes Orphanage where the one who was considered part of King Keaton resided, Requiem came to withdraw the 'Piece' as he called him and scoop him up from the custody of the Orphanage. With his memories intact, there was no longer a reason for him to stay at the Broken Homes Orphanage at all.

The $yndicate was drawn into the deeper recesses of the Broken Homes Orphanage, as well, following the instruction of Ophiuchus. Though they were pleased to be sheltered, some were upset that they still had to heed the command of someone. Still, they followed, for they had no choice, and was brought before the lightning apparition that stood before Ophiuchus. They were already aware that they were going to be passed off -- and were damn tired of it, as well -- but it was of dire importance for them to continue on in the fashion that they were already ordered. The $yndicate obediently followed Ophiuchus and awaited to be passed off to the Dark Wolf.

Requiem, the plasmatic apparition, hovered before the group in the ethereal form, crackling with energy. "I Am Only Interested In The Dark Wolf," it said before shooting immediately into Terumi's body with a powerful swift bolt. The very second the two of them connected, Terumi would ascend to his greater form as Tsao, the King Keaton, whose hair stood on end and crackled as plasma now instead of strands of hair. A thick robe of dark clouds congregated around Terumi's body to form the King Keaton's scientist coat, which cloaked the fullness of his form in what seemed to be fluctuating vapors.

"Hyeah, that's better," King Keaton declared, flipping his electric hair and letting the sparks charge the air. "BAMMO-ZAMMO!! You Got It! One Path To The Underground Coming Up!" With King Keaton's vessel reclaimed by his spirit, he could physically guide the group to the place that they needed to go to. "Aight y'all, it's rough out here in these streets so you wanna stick together and listen to everything I'm sayin, ya know what I'm sayin? I've already got some people set up waiting for me that aren't gonna get involved in all the calamity and whatnot, so it's best to just play it cool and follow me to where they are." King Keaton already had the points established, as he said, but needed to set up paths to those points in order to guide the $yndicate to freedom and weed out the weak from the strong. "Now, Some Of You I Already Know, Because I Got You Across The 'Lake Of Fire.' You All Saw What Happened To Your Friends." He glared at them, eyes crackling with intense passionate fury. "I'm Not Having That Type Of Insubordination Again -- You Will Surely Die, Just Like Your Friends Did Before You All Got Even Here." With a snap of his fingers and a flick of his wrist, a static bolt of electricity shot through the $yndicate and then also out of the window toward where the next of the pieces which were set up for the safe passage was established.

"Aight, Now Follow Me," King Keaton said casually, suddenly assuming the form of a plasmatic apparition again -- this time, however, it was the form of a wolf instead of the image of a man. The same ethereal plasma shaped the form, but only the image changed. The Dark Wolf started to make tracks again, leaving an electrically charged path for the $yndicate to follow. "Don't Divert From The Path" was the only warning he gave before the electrified paw prints of the Dark Wolf left them a disembodied trail for them to walk.