Snippet #2131836

Kiren stood on the top of the short building under that dazzling sky, looking at all the shining metal that made up the city. Gazing around, he felt the entwined fates of countless lives. Quite frankly, it disgusted him. Each and every one of the little paths lead to even more deaths. It was why he didn't especially like cities. Still, he though as he shut out the feelings emanating from the city, those small moments of joy he could feel in their futures were almost enough to make up for it all.

Instead, he now focused more on the gleaming sun, and the contentedness that he felt so little. Then he set his mind back on more important matters. Mainly, how he was going to get off the building that was only about three stories, but without a way to get off that wouldn't be noticed. If he used his Plasmae, he might be able to slow his fall were he to jump, but it wouldn't be pretty if he landed in the middle of a crowd of people shooting out jets of glowing energy.

He sighed. No helping it, he guessed. He took out his fireflies, objects that looked like large guns, and channeled plasma into them, creating to large, curved blades. Then he bent down and set to work on the top of the building, hoping there wasn't anyone beneath it. A square of heavy concrete fell through, along with the sound of shattering glass and breaking objects. Without stopping to wonder what he had broken or if there was anyone in the building, he put away the fireflies and hopped into the square hole, hitting the ground and running to what looked to be the stairs. Taking them three at a time, he bounded down them at full speed, running into a room that he didn't pause to look at, and kicked open the door, running away.

Once he had sprinted what he thought was sufficiently far away, he slowed. Doing something like that was part of his daily life. Completely pointless though it was, he enjoyed suddenly appearing in front of people for some reason. He didn't pay much mind to the consequences of his actions at this point and focused on what came next: finding some ice cream.

A girl in front of him who was carrying a large box walked straight into someone and fell over, but he payed no mind and continued walking, looking for a place that looked like it might have some. He had precious little money, but he didn't use it for much anyway.

He thought about what else he might need. Looking down at the tattered, short sleeved vest, rather odd for this time of year, that barely served to cover his odd looking armor, he realized that he would probably need clothes as well. He sighed and counted out the money he had on hand. There went ice cream, and possibly any meals for the next few days, as well.