A shadow appeared and knelt, displayed in the parchment door. With a hand, the hostess opened the door, and Silver, clad in a light orange iromuji that combined with her hair, now gathered in a bun, entered the room with a whispering "Ojama shimasu." to the hostess and knelt in front of Ze'ev Barak. The hostess quickly closed the door and disapeared.

With a slight bow of her head, she then looked at Ze'ev Barak.

"Konnichiwa, Barak-san. It is a pleasure to finally meet you face to face."

Silver slightly smirked and arranged her iromuji, under her knees.

Nodding, Silver got up and sat in the comfortable cushion. Looking at the table in front of her, she appraised the scent of the tea filling the room. Raising her eyes from the table to the man in front of her, his face had that deep traces, like they were carved into the stone like visage. Sitting upright and with a distinguished look, the man seemed fit, fit enough to betray the age that was displayed in the lines that were drawn by time in his face.

Ze'ev Barak was a name that had power in Kusari. But above all, respect, even from his own enemies.

"I would not call your path insignificant, Barak-san."

With a dexterous movement of her hand, she grabbed the tea pot and filled both cups with grace.

"As neither you call mine. But both of them, unfinished, yes?"

Silver then grabbed her cup, and sipped. As her eyes raised from the cup, Ze'ev shifted slightly. And like that, the atmosphere in the room shifted from a peaceful encounter between two travelers of the universe.. To a dark cave where two monsters stared both in the eyes.

And both their eyes changed, both locked into each other. The cold eyes of the kusarian developed a fire that could consume someone's fear and soul. And the soft grey eyes of the libertonian transfigured to the one's of a reaving hunter. Screaming for blood.

"And so our paths cross, here and today. What can Death do for you, Ze'ev Barak?"

What you could call some cold silent seconds, for them it was an everlasting gaze at each other. The bloodlust in Silver's eyes kept on as her mind furiously worked at the statement Ze'ev Barak made.

A line in the sand. An opportunity. Unrest. War. Destruction. Death.

As the pieces fell into place and all the possibilities were burned and engraved in her mind, she shot a smirk.

"The Emperor wants the Reavers to do what they do best."

Silver, with a hand, still with her eyes locked onto Barak, sipped more of the tea. And her mind raced.

"You want us to go in alone. And to rain death and destruction unto the Naval Forces."

She then relented her gaze, and Ze'ev Barak obviously relaxed. Drinking the last bit of the tea, she grabbed one of the bottles of sake and poured it in the two glasses that were available.

"You do know that the Reavers never went against Kusari? In all of our bloody history, we stood with the Emperor and Kusari, as a House, since the first contract."

Quickly, she placed the glass in front of Ze'ev and then looked at him again. If before there was bloodlust, now it was a relentless assault. One could swear that instead of those grey eyes, eyes of a hunter, there was a hint of blood somewhere.

"The Emperor wants us to pull a suicide mission over and over again, in the middle of a war that will bleed your House."

But a smirk, an eerie smirk flashed her teeth, like she was a predator.

"A Phantom meets Death, and he asks for more."

Ze'ev eyes betrayed him for a split second. And Silver kept the smirk for she knew. After all, this was her arena. Years of deals and contracts in which the major trade asset was death, made her feel at home. And with a toasting maneuver in direction of Barak, she downed the contents of her glass.

"With that in mind, what is the Emperor willing to do for these ghosts when the Chrysanthemum Throne will be his to claim forever? Because ghosts and Death always have a price. A heavy one. For all of us."

She has seen messages like these before. That would make a man's heart jump and run. Yet, it was in her nature to be annoyed at the fact that this was not important enough. As Barak left, Silver nodded in a gracious manner, returning to her cool self.

But still, she cracked her neck to relieve some of the tension building inside.

Grabbing the key of the suite, and reliving the meeting in her head, she got up and walked out of the small tea room. One of the hostesses quickly came to her. Silver showed the key to her, and the hostess showed the path she would have to follow with one hand.

Not five minutes later, Silver was entering one the most exquisite suites she had the pleasure to see.

"Well, best i make myself at home then."

She unlaced her iromuji, and as Kusari tradition dictated, her naked form came to bathe in the light of New Tokyo's star.

Removing a small cigarrete from a small case on the nearby coffee table, she lit it up and enjoyed the first breath for a couple of seconds, organizing her thoughts.

"While i am waiting.. Better to get other things moving then."

Her hand reached a small data pad, hidden in one of the sleeves of the iromuji, and started a comm.