Snippet #975381

(Moot that part then)

Kiiya obliged and walked before the old man, swinging her arms by her sides like a little girl. She even skipped before the old man humming a happy tune to herself as she did so. What made her so happy? The thought of killing and the cries of pain she had caused nights before. Oh how enjoyable those all had been. She didn't care about the gun pointed at her or the fact that she was, again, going to have to deal with Aegis. The reason she didn't like groups was that they all had rules, with Aegis she wouldn't be allowed to kill any humans. It was boring that way, other Alter's were so hard to kill, except that one where she got the pyrokenisis from; he'd died so eaily it almost shamed her that he was even one of them.
She twirled even as she walked, completely danced to tunes in her head. She felt free at night, she felt complete and whole under the shine the Moon and stars. They called to her, made her dance for them. Stars were violent, malovent things; she got it from them. That was why she enjoyed violence so much, because stars were violent things. "Hey old man, do you like the stars? I mean, the complete and sheer violence and destructive power of them?" she asked innocently, turning to face him while walking backwards.