Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my!
One of the best things about this Jedi form was it’s senses. She could feel this man’s pain, his terror, almost hear his pleas for help or to be put out of his misery. She could feel Big Brother, working his magic at the complex, lightning bolts and redheads and it was all very amusing her her, really. She hoped they’d get to keep playing for a long, long time.
These senses also meant she knew she wasn’t alone before she saw anyone. She smiled, patted the bleeding broken dying man on the head, blood in blond hair, and spun around, hands on stolen hips and a bright smile on her face as she turned to look at the new arrival as he zipped into the room. Fast, that one. She’d like to be that fast, but she didn’t want to be a boy. Icky.
“You’re late,” she informed him, matter-of-fact tone and the smile never faded, even as her eyes flicked to black and her head tilted to the side (the motion wasn’t smooth, wasn’t fluid and human. She was still working on it, still trying to get the little nuances of humanity down. It had been so long since she’d been human, herself, after all). “I got bored. Started without you. Hope that’s okay.”