Chance, or Fate? [OPEN]

Felix's shoes softly clicked against the paved walkway that ran through the cities park. Slowly he followed the twisting path through the dark, and the occasional light that shined down from a scarce street lamp, here and there. The sounds of the city seemed, strangely, far off, despite the fact that the park, and himself, were somewhere close to the middle of it. For the life of him, Felix could not say what city he was in, in fact, he couldn't even remember what State he was currently residing in. After traveling as much as he did, one's mind began to blur that man made lines called boarders, it all just becomes one big place. He could no longer understand why anyone would simply live in one place. He had not been on his own for all that long, but he would classify himself as a nomad, never staying in one place for more than, maybe, a few weeks.

The teen's pace began to slow as he approached a walkway overpass. Stopping, he looked off of the side, his eyes falling on a couple walking on a second path, the one that ran under the path that Felix stood on. His eyes followed them until they disappeared under him. Turning, he walked to the opposite side and leaned on the guard rail, watching patiently until the couple reemerged. They looked rather content, perhaps even happy in one another's company.

His yellow eyes were dull as he watched, as if he was only half there. His focus was elsewhere, on the presence in the back of his mind that was nudging him, pushing him, to pull free his knife. To take the blade and slide it into the man's spine and drag it upwards. To feel the warmth of his blood spraying on his hands and to hear the wonderful music of his female companion's screams in terror before he silenced her with a quick slash of her throat. To kill them would be glorious, to witness as their lives slipped out of their grasp as he ripped them away. There was no possible way to accurately describe the blissful joy that it would bring him, and the pride it would bring Asura. However, Felix did not pull his knife out, he did not descend upon the couple like the angel of death. No, instead he simply watched them walk away.

Letting out a sigh, Felix stood straight and turned to continue on his way, but paused as something caught the corner of his eye. Looking back down at the oath below, his eyes slowly scanned, searching for the source of his distraction. There it was, in the grass close to the base of the street lamp, a small silver flash of metal. Without a moments thought, the young man vaulted over the guard rail, landing nimbly on the pavement below. Without breaking stride, he quickly closed the distance between himself and the object. Stopping, tips of his shoes barely touching the grass, he slowly lowered his body, bending his knees and shifting his weight to the balls of his feet. Gingerly, with outstretched fingers, he reached down and gently picked up the shiny object. Bringing it up to his face, he saw that it was a coin. It was roughly the size of a silver dollar, perhaps a bit bigger, but far heavier than he had suspected. Turning the coin, he studied its faces. On one side was the mask of the Shinigami, with a line carefully scratched through it. On the other, were the three eyes of Asura. A small smile touched Felix's lips. It seemed that tonight was his lucky night.

This was it. The last stop between home and Death City. Once the young would-be Samurai Iris Walker got there, that would be it. No turning back. She would have to fulfill her desires there or go home with her metaphorical tail tucked between her legs. There was so much to plan before getting there, so she had to stop in this City she couldn't even remember the name of to collect her thoughts. Why did she want to go to Death City? She wanted to opportunity to fight against monsters. Did she want to apply to be a Meister? No, she was over the age for such a thing, and she was determined to prove her strength on her own. No need for living Weapons, she had her own sword for that, a katana she crafted herself. She was carrying it with her in a long black case. It was a fabric case, but maintained a rectangular shape so as to hide the contents. A metallic rattle could still be heard from it occasionally as she walked the night streets for fresh air.

It seemed unusually dark for some reason, and it wasn't just the lack of light on the streets. It's why she took her sword with her out of her hotel. Sure, something could still happen in the time it takes for her to actually get it out of that case, but she's very confident in her speed for getting it out in time, as well as the utmost confidence in her evasive abilities. She didn't know why she felt so on-edge tonight. Not even a walk through the park was helping calm her nerves. Was it last minute jitters about going to Death City, or was she instinctively responding to some danger in this City...?

Overthinking things, probably. Other people seem to be doing quite well tonight, seeing a happy couple walk by, and a few other people who didn't seem to share her sense of dread. Maybe it was being in a strange place that was making her feel like this. Of course, if she was going to be this jittery here, how would she handle such a strange place as Death City? She hadn't been there before, but it's impossible to not hear about it, especially when your father works for an international security company. Her father had encounters with DWMA students on multiple occasions, it could have been what made her want to go there in the first place. Hearing stories of school students fighting against nightmarish creatures. Iris just wanted to find her place in the world, and right now all she had to guide her was a sword. Her constantly tumbling thoughts caused her pace to slow considerably as she walked around the park aimlessly.