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Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn! Self-MEME VERSION!
1. Welcome Traveller! To the world of KHR! Please don't be shy and introduce yourself in your costume - I mean Uniform!
Siberius was lounging in the chair, legs dangling over its arm. With one hand she tipped down her fedora, one silver eye glittering from beneath its shadow, as the other lazily hung off the edge of her seat holding an old revolver. The first few buttons of her white dress shirt were unbuttoned to reveal a gold locket. Her cloak and wrappings were on a table beside her, but one silver crest glittered on her black vest. Black slacks hugged her hips and ended just above her black, silk high heels, lightly brushing the small frills which lined the top. An unkown breeze rustled the peacock feathers peeking out from the white band of her fedora and her shoulder-length dark-brown hair. Three rings glittered on the hand which held her revolver and two on her other.
2. My, you're quite the person~! Now tell me what your flame attribute is along with your special skill! (pose dammit! 8DD *drools*)
Clear wind flames appeared around her voluptuous figure, extending down the chain she swung in her hand. She stood with her legs spread a bit apart, smirk upon her face, as a chain snaked out from beneath each of her heels. In stark contrast with her dark clothing and clear flames, one of her rings and half of another were alight with sun flames.
3. OMG! AWESOME! *cough* I mean, Now let me see you with your weapon of choice and your boxes in ACTION!
Siberius ducked beneath a swing aimed for her head and kicked the next guy in the face. She punched one in the face, and slammed his skull into another's, delighting in the audible crack. She let her chain slide from her hand and wrap around an enemy before her's feet, dragging him back. They were still coming from all sides. She was trapped, and, despite her amazing skill, she knew she wouldn't be able to last for long. She was already bleeding heavily from her side (not to mention her other wounds) and pressed for time. She clicked her teeth, hating having to resort to her final attack.
The woman grabbed the ends of her three chains, knowing she'd have to do this quickly, and crossed them. Swirling in different directions, they created a barrier around her. The enemies were closing in. She was too vulnerable while doing this attack; she needed more time.
The preparations were finally finished, the chains surrounding her like a barrier, even going through the ground beneath her feet. Hands in an x-shape before her and still holding on to the ends of the chains, Siberius' eyes turned completely silver - even the pupil and white of her eyes - as she summoned all of her dying will flames and infused them into the chains. They slithered along the intertwined chains and filled the gaps between them, solidifying into a substance clear as glass but tough as steel. Just in time as the men were close enough to strike. With a pulse of her body and an explosion quite like that of a bomb, her solidified flames burst out, piercing everyone within range. Those who weren't pierced were knocked back by the force of a wind so great it snapped their bodies wherever they landed.
4. What about your Animal Partner?
The gray manx Greyson purred as its mistress rubbed its head. It nuzzled closer into her, feeling warm and very comfortable.
5. Now that's registered~ Which Famiglia did you belong too?
The teenage girl fingered the Vindice ring on her left hand, then rubbed a hand against the crest on her cloak. Her hands wandered to the wrappings she'd be wearing for the rest of eternity, or until she was killed. A smile sigh came from her mouth. She hadn't necessarily chosen this life, but there really wasn't a way she could've rejected it. She covered the melancholic look in her eyes with the shadow of her fedora.
6. YOU MEAN "THAT" FAMIGLIA? *cough* show me a proof then, a picture of you and your famiglia will be great.
Siberius gave a blank look at the camera her boss held in his hand. There was no way that sentimental fool would get her to pose with these other idiots, and in front of the lower level tanks, too!
"This is stupid," she began walking away.
"Did I mention that anyone who doesn't take the picture will have to do the lower level cleaning and guard duties for three months?" the boss called out, giving a sly look to the retreating female.
She stopped in her tracks. Her brow twitched and she turned around. "Fine," she grumbled.
The boss happily set up the timer on the camera, knowing he'd won, and ran into the shot. Slinging an arm around Siberius, he threw a thumbs up as most everyone else did the same - or at least smiled. The dark-brown haired female, however, glared at the lens. She was hoping it'd catch fire.
7. I believe you master. Thank you for registering your data with us, now please go ahead and have fun! Don't forget to Shoot your target (friends)!
Smirking, the woman holds her revolver to your head. Your turn, Village-Hidden-In-The-Music~. (If you read this, that is.)
Author's Note: Siberius is an OC I'm writing a story for. I thought she was appropriate for this~. This is actually a drawing meme I took off of deviantart. Anyone can do it, Village-Hidden-In-The-Music is just the only person on fanfcition I know well enough to tag. XD
3. Vindice don't really use box weapons. . .AND I ALWAYS KNEW THEY HAD CLEAR FLAMES! I BET YOU ONE FANFIC THAT THEY HAVE WIND FLAMES! XDD
