Привет!

[smiles brightly]

And who do you think took out some of the infestation?

Allow me too formally introduce myself.

[is no longer smiling]

I am Shouri Daurcen member of Anam Assassin's of Ireland, I am ranked only second too my paternal mother, I am known as Reaper.

[smiles wickedly as she walks closer flinging her hand back the knife flying into it]

I am neither male nore female I am both, If my male half were too meet you he would innocently call you friend.


[stops infront of him]

I will not be easily fooled though.

[He smirks, placing a hand on his hip, almost coyly.]

We're an infestation are we?

[Manifesto's amused, yet threatened. But it's only a minor threat to him. It feels more like a personal attack than a threat against his family and their relative branches.]

Then perhaps I should properly introduce myself as well.

I am Agent Manifesto Giegue of Russia's Giegue family of assassins and gravediggers. Do not assume you're just speaking to some low-level grunt of Russia's mafia.

[Another smirk on his lips]

And I don't expect to trick you. Make it be known I have my eye on you.

[comes in a fwacks her on the head]

Stop threatning people.

[smiles at Giegue apologetically]

Forgive her....she's tired.

[grins a little grin]

Come on Shou stop hissing it's unbecoming

[Manifesto smiles at the newcomer.]

I shall forgive, but I have no intentions of forgetting this matter.

[pouts]

Jazzie he's from one of your rivals though!!

[smiles up at Jasper impishly]

Though nowhere near as cute as you mr. italian mafia!!

[pecks him on the cheek and then salute Giegue and leaves]

[Rival? Oh that was a certain surprise. He had been present in Japan for a single week by now and he had obtained a rival.]

I have nothing against the Italian mafia, they're not scary at all to me.

[Again, misheard the word 'kawaii' for 'kowai'. Silly Russian.]

[smacks forehead]

What part of we don't tell people that did she forget?

[looks at Giegue and frowns]

Well I suppose I should say hello.

[bows]

I am Jasper Illusione hitman of the Anima Mangiatore Familia, and the current Ring Holder of the sun.

[smiles]

Here though I am just a coroner.

[sighs]

I have nothing against the russian mafia.....she just doesn't like your scent I guess.

[Manifesto seemed to feel a much better vibe from this man. He was a bit more...friendly in his mind.]

Privyet.

[The Russian bowed his head a bit. He didn't like the concept of bowing before an individual upon greeting someone new. It left one's back a bit too open to attack.]

Agent Manifesto Giegue of the Giegue family of Russia. I must say it's an honor to meet someone so open about holding a ring.

[He chuckled a bit to himself.]

A coroner? What an odd profession for a sun holder to have. It's so gloomy.

[The teenager waved a hand a bit, rather politely. He could relax a bit more and refrain from scare tactics now.]

I wouldn't like my scent either, if I could smell it. It's quite shady and often smells of vodka and pirozkhi.

[chuckles and plops down grinning]

Well you smell fine too me.

[blinks]

Is my job really that odd?

[chuckles again]

I guess it might be, are you a student then Festo-Kun?

[Manifesto feels it might be a bit more polite to sit with the man. But he was prepared to jump up and flee if need came about.]

That's quite the relief. Vodka has such a powerful scent.

[He chuckled a bit.]

For a sun bearer, yes. I'd more expect it of mist.

[The Russian then nodded, pulling a package of cigarettes from his pants pocket and lighting one up. Clove cigarettes, a guilty pleasure.]

For the time being. Until the rest of the family needs me. Damned if I know where they are.

[snorts]

I hear ya, man.

[pulls out his own cigs and inhales deeply]

Can't smoke in the morgue so this is quite enjoyable....oh ya this is my sister Devi.

[points too the snake who popped up under his coat.]

Well I hope not too see mine for a long time.

[flops on the ground hand behind while the other is holding the cigerette totally relaxed]

[It seemed like he might be able to relax just a little bit more. If one man would perform the act of smoking with the other, then it seemed to be a sign that both men were in understanding company.]

Why on earth does a high school have a morgue in the first place--ah, змея!

[The Russia held out a hand towards the snake, knowing that it would either shy away or be interested.]

Why is that?

[Devi quite liking this boy slithers up his arm and wraps herself around his neck]

Stay above the pant line this this time sis.

[ponders the innocent question]

Because the only reason I'm in that family is because I can use the ring.....they turned my older sister into a snake.

[snorts]

Merda I hate them, I already lost against the Varia sun ring holder if I lose against the Vongola one...then she stays that way.

[A silent chuckle came from the Russian's lips as the cool exterior of the snake tickled his skin, and then at the comment about the pant line. Such interest.]

Is that so?

[He asked this with utmost curiosity and interest. Somewhat for himself.]

Are you sure it's permanent, comrade?

[smirks]

Quite until I get the ring....her body is suspended in the morgue.

[watches as Devi slide her way down Festo's shirt.]

Awww not again you might wanna grab her before she gets lower.

[blushes]

[A string of Russia obscenities came out as he grabbed at the snake slithering down his shirt.]

N-Nyet! No lower!!!

[The teenager flushed a bit, crossing his legs together, staring off to the side as he sucked down more of his cigarette.]

[snickers quietly as he watches her tail tip disapear]

Sorry she does it too all the cute ones.

[see's the other boy is embarressed and walks over]

Pardon.

[quickly reaches hands in and grabs the snake pulling her out.]

Mama said too quit that sis.

[hiss]

Shut it you.

[He sighed a bit, rather entertained by the predicament.]

I try and make it a habit to not let people touch me. I suppose people turned snakes are no exception.

[Manifesto chuckled a bit to himself at his comment. Dry Russian humor.]

[snickers]

Hmmm are you a drinking kind of Russian?

[He sucked down more of his cigarette and looked up.]

I keep drinking strictly within the family.

[chuckles]

No friend you misunderstood here a peace offering

[hands him a black wine bottle]

Finest piece of merda I have made yet.

[lays back down and takes a drag]

[It took him a moment to comprehend. Again. Rusty with foreign languages.]

You're sure you won't be getting in trouble for this?

[The Russian laughed at the gesture.]

[snorts]

Screw them it took me seven years too make that.

[cocks eye brow]

Dont want it?

[Normally, Manifesto wasn't a wine person. But he was being offered something.]

I couldn't possibly take the entire bottle if you were offering that much.

[A laugh from the student. An amused one.]

[smirks]

Then pretend your stealing it.