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[center][h1][color=gold][b]Jack the Ripper[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Jack responded well to the patting of her head by Charles, for just a moment beaming with more childlike glee that her daddy was being so nice to her already. Maybe a daddy would work out for her in this Grail War after all! Yet despite this action, he seemed to be thinking a lot even when he had patted her head. Perhaps he was thinking over some plans for the Grail War, or was figuring out who Jack could make go "bye-bye" first! That could be fun! Really, though, Jack did not know what her daddy was planning to do tonight outside of summoning her into this Grail War. If they didn't have enough to do, that could get [i]boring[/i] as well. Maybe she could try to sleep on the bed, if she had nothing else to do tonight! She had never slept on a bed before, even if she was well aware that as a servant she didn't even need to sleep! The bed felt so comfy to sit on, if nothing else, and was most likely lot comfier than trying to sleep on in a cold, dark alley with her lead lying on the cobblestone street. 

That matter aide, though, her daddy also seemed a little bored to Jack from how he was acting and appeared. He even picked up a camera in the room, but Jack innately knew that her daddy would not be able to take a nice picture of her. Her Information Erasure made very sure of that. It was a little disappointing, as it would have been nice for her daddy to have something that reminded him of her! But he seemed to move on from the matter, asking her the last question that would finalize the ritual of her summoning. 

[color=gold]"Of course we recognize you as our master, daddy"[/color] the young Assassin class servant said, hopping up off of the bed with her expression returning to a neutral one as the ritual was finalized and completed, though one of her earlier thoughts came to mind and reminded her of something she wanted to ask at the moment, [color=gold]"By the way, daddy, what are we going to do for the rest of tonight?"[/color]

While she waited for her daddy's answer, Jack stood by the bed, taking out one of her knives and twirling it about in her hands to keep herself busy for a moment. The knife, strange in shape as it was, was twirled about her hands with what seemed to be a great amount of skill, dexterity, and a certain level of abnormal ease on her part. It was as if she was fiddling about with a favorite toy with a sense of complete, utter, and somewhat eerie calm, though it was very much safe to say she was highly skilled enough with the deadly weapon and its brethren weapons on her person that still remained sheathed that she would not drop the weapon, hurt herself or her daddy with it, or even let it fly out of her hands. She was, after all, a heroic spirit, and was a servant who in life had become rather extensively familiar with her knives and how to use them. 

Despite such things being true, however, the fact was still true that she was effectively a little girl visibly playing with a knife for a moment. That in itself could possibly be a little unnerving for some people, and perhaps even some magi, who witnessed such a sight in general. Then again, maybe her daddy wouldn't mind it at all!