"I believe I can fly~. I believe I can touch the sky~. I think about it every night day~. Spread my wings and fly away~." Ren sang jovially. I mean, why shouldn't he? Everyone was at that execution thingy. Besides, even if they heard, he doubted that anyone could see him at the speed he was going. His dark coat whipped through the air as he jumped from roof to roof. Sometimes he'd perform spins and flips. He was just that bored. There was no use going back to the client anyway. The individual had already paid up front. Hopefully he didn't miss anything important yet. There had to be something, just SOMETHING, that was going to come to pass.

Discerning the large crowd, the young man grinned and slowed to a stop above a roof with a good enough view to see what was going on. He crouched down and made sure he wasn't discovered. They just brought in the guy... [i]'What was he called again? A yonga? No... that doesn't sound very right. Yo....nko? Yonko! That's it.'[/i] He smiled to himself and mentally patted himself on the back. The spectators then went deathly silent when the yonko guy was asked if he had any final words to say. Some guy threw a bottle his face. Heh heh, that was funny.

The man started speaking. The beginning was rather boring, nothing noteworthy. Just a villainous speech. Ren had almost decided to leave when Fenir finally made it to the most important part. Whatever smile or grin Ren wore like a favorite shirt each day was completely wiped off his face. He stared intently at the area below, suddenly besieged by the yonko and his henchmen. He hadn't even sensed them nearby.

"... The City of Fantasy... what in the world is your angle...?" The assassin muttered quietly, paying now heed to the chaos reigning below him. [i]'What was the whole purpose? You could have just kept it to yourself... and yet here you are, shedding light to the public. Why?'[/i] The question irked him. There he stood, witnessing the shot heard around the world. He narrowed his eyes and grumbled. It wasn't every day that you find out something otherworldly was announced to actually exist. He remembered learning about it. Back when his sister was still alive to tell him about it, it amazed him. When he was told that wishes could be granted, he told her he would wish for her to be the next Rendaz. She laughed and patted him on the head, criticizing his wish and telling him to make a wish for himself instead.

"Do I... need a wish of mine to come true?" He asked out loud. He frowned and turned around. He brought his hands to his head and ruffled his hair, groaning when he could not find an answer. "Damn it damn it DAMN IT! Should I? Shouldn't I?! Go?! NO go?! Chocolate?! Vanilla?! GAAAAHHHHH THESE CHOICES!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, facing the sky.

His face then changed to express a look of realization. He pointed to the air. "Eureka! Coin toss!" He frantically searched all of his pockets until he got a hold of a rusty coin he had found not too long ago. Tossing it into the air with his thumb, he watched as it went up high. "... Whoops. That's a little too high." He then went into a state of alarm when the coin was moving out of his reach when it made its descent. "Woah, woah!" He took a few steps back and brought both hands out to catch the falling piece of metal. His heel stepped on the ledge and he lost his balance. Ren flailed his arms around, trying to regain his balance. Still, the damage had been down, and Rendaz plummeted. "Eeeeccch!"

The fall would have done a great deal of pain, though that wasn't the case when he had fallen into a pile of dead bodies, breaking his fall. He stared blankly at the sky once again and moved his hand to his face to block the sun's rays. His palm closed when he felt a small object land on his palm and punched the air. "Convenient!" Moving out of the pile, Rendaz stood up and checked the coin. "... Well, I guess a career change is in order after all... wait. Christoff? Hanz? What in the... what next? Olaf? Sven?"