[center][h1]Taka Frederick & Assassin[/h1][/center]
[center]Interacting with: [@Shadow Daedalus][/center]

Jack was happy with her handiwork. She breathed in the sulphuric air. Home. The london streets of the victorian era. She hated the people, she hated the cold, she hated everything about London but the mist. The mist was something she could love. The blanket of cover it provided, it was truly something. It made her head clear and her enemies disorientated. Jack loved the mist. She paused for a moment as she felt her mist part for a moving object.

So they was back already was they? The guy with the hat who was too dense to see a flying dagger and required a young girl to save his sorry behind. Jack smirked to herself. She was certainly less composed by herself and with her mother. She didn't seem to give off the natural killers intent, perhaps that had something to do with her flip-flop mental state. Her happiness was a thing of rarity and if you saw it without her tolerance of you, you better have brought a small allotment of land for her to bury you in. 

Because you would be dead.

Very Dead.

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Taka saw them as they came back."I take it this is your handy work, or at least your servants?" The boy said, flanked by his servant who had a pretty snazzy outfit. She decided to let it slide that he had kinda beaten her up and bruised her all over.  "Yea, that's my assassins job. She should be back any minute now." Taka said as Jack emerged from the mist behind her, tugging at Taka's sleeve to alert her of their presence. 

Taka looked at her and patted the head of her assassin. "You did well. Honestly, where would I be without you sometimes." Taka said her voice akin to a mother's tone of delight. As if their Daughter brought home a A+ on a paper. 

Jack's face externally was stone cold due to the presence of the two gentlemen. Internally she was happy. Very happy. After all she had [i]finally[/i] found a woman that could tolerate her. A serial killer. Even with all of her flaws and imperfections and the nature of her creation. Taka looked past that and saw a child that needed someone to care for them.

For that Jack was very grateful. Certainly, her mother had her own issues but Jack wasn't one to talk. She couldn't fault her mother for anything that she hadn't done. They were both basically street dwellers now. Taka didn't treat Jack like she was an issue. Taka understood her. Jack loved her Mother for that. If what Jack was feeling was called love. She hadn't really been taught what it was, the only thing that she could gather was that it was a sort of attachment to a person.

Taka stopped petting her 'daughters' head and turned back to the pair who were probably watching and questioning to themselves why they were observing this. "What? She deserves it for a job well done. Do I have to give your servant a head pat too. I would if I could reach." Taka said completely shunning off the awkwardness. "I believe the opponents have turned tails for now. So. You got anywhere good to take a girl whom you just beat up on the street?" Taka said glancing at James, then she nodded at Jack as the mist and therefore the bounded field began to fade. The mist dissipated into the open air, the smell of sulphur fading. "I really want to get going before they loop back around for a round two. I doubt I really want to use even more mana..." Taka said as she then motioned to her Neck which was clotted but would need some attention. "...Or even more injuries." She finished.

"Names Taka Frederick by the way. You earned the courtesy, don't talk about my family to me and we will be just fine." Taka said introducing herself as she waited impaitently for them to get moving.