[quote=@Shadow Daedalus]
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A brisk wind sent a sharp chill down James's spine as crouched on a rooftop overlooking the cathedral, causing the assassin to shiver and pull his monotone scarf a little tighter around his neck. Pulling his sleeve up his arm a little, he briefly checked the watch strapped to the underside of his wrist. 6:08PM. He was late. Without a word, he finished setting up a small device on the precipice of the rooftop and began to make his way back to street-level. He was careful to stay away from areas that would have been busy at this time, despite the cold night, as he would no doubt draw attention to himself. The katana at his waist would draw more than a few eyes, and some of them might call the police, an inconvenience he really didn't want.

The feeling of eyes on his back gave James pause and his hands brushed against the familiar weight of the two M1911s at his thighs, hidden by his long coat. While the cathedral and its surrounding area was a neutral ground, the particular area he was in now wasn't included in that territory, meaning he was exposed to any entrepreneuring attacker. His eyes turned to the surrounding rooftops, an instinct from his work, and he quickly spied an exposed fire escape. As he reached the rooftop, he crossed to the edge closest to the cathedral and began setting up the last device. Just as he finished, movement caught his eye and he flattened himself against the snowy roof. He watched as two figures [i]jumped[/i] up a nearby building before he pulled out a pair of compact binoculars to watch them for a second. Lowering them again, he turned to a space to his left, seemingly empty.

[color=dimgray]"Two unknowns, possible Master and Servant. Lancer, keep an eye on them but keep it quiet. I don't want a scene."[/color]

With that, a figure materialised for a moment before responding and disappearing again. Careful not to draw their attention, [i]yet[/i], James made his way off the roof and brushed himself of any lose snow before he began to approach the cathedral. He stopped near the main gate and turned towards the two figures, looking blatantly in their direction, before he turned back and went inside. He was quick to find the blonde woman that was his partner. He stepped towards her, taking note of her tense posture. When he was close enough, he placed his hand on her shoulder.

[color=dimgray]"Amina. Relax, this is neutral territory."[/color]
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Amina felt the reassuring hand at her shoulder, but her hand still hovered above the handle of her sheathed rapier. She turned to James and looked him up and down, instinctively assessing his condition. She nodded once, signaling that James was in good condition for now. She took James's hand and gently slid it off her shoulder. Her movements were dainty and cautious, her fingers slowly clasping around James's palm and exerting pressure in steady but small increments, making the whole gesture seem like it was performed in slow motion.

She had to be careful. Her strength came from monstrous blood flowing through her veins, and just one moment of carelessness could cause unnecessary damage. It was not an unusual occurrence for Amina to shatter glass cups given to her, and almost guaranteed that a cup should suffer obliteration should alcohol be within it. A human hand was little different, especially one that wasn't reinforced. She felt the softness of James's flesh and the brittleness of his bones, marveling internally at how fragile they seemed to be. Yet James's hands were worn and well used, practiced in intensive martial conditioning.

That she could at least tell straight off. Amina had surrounded herself with the physical arts her whole life, and she could very roughly tell the level of training an individual had just by feeling their hand alone. 

"Thank you for your concern," replied Amina, her voice powerfully projected like iron forged as sound, "and it is a great relief to see you. However, I hope you understand that I want to maintain my caution here. The church-" 

She waved at the church they were in. 

"Has never quite been trustworthy. Of course, magi are also not the best examples of truthkeeping, but at the least I know you enough to trust you."

Her hand lightly gripped her rapier's handle.

"But that means I only have one true ally. Everyone else is a liability. You are a seasoned combatant, no? Then I'm sure you can understand my sentiments."