Jackson, better known as Mist in the mercenary underground, found his day to be just as boring as it always seemed to be. Nothing to do, no jobs to handle, no crazy people to smack.... It was almost excruciating, how bored he felt. But of course, in a world like this, fate never let a man stay bored for long. Always, there was an accidental run-in, a glance, a job. -Something- always came up, no matter what he might be doing. Today, that proved to be running rooftops out of idle boredom.

And as luck would have it, he was in the same neighborhood as a familiar face.... Well, familiar mask, at least. He was in the air between a pair of houses when he caught a glimpse of Anonymous in that silly outfit of his jumping a few roofs over, and a grin crossed his features. To bug him, or not to bug him..... Always, that is the question! It seemed he decided on the former, however, as just before he landed on the next roof, he just.... Vanished. Poof. Gone, naught but a quickly-fading cloud of mist in his wake. And a bare blink later? He reappeared on another roof some street or so away, right beside Anonymous. Even, humorous tones leeched forth as he idly straightened out his duster, lofting a brow.
"Still wearing that ridiculous outfit then, little Anon?"

While the words might seem a bit harsh, the light humor in his tone softened them, more a gruff tease than an outright insult. After all, Mist would never miss his chance to make fun of people in costumes! Such a silly idea.