Golden Dragon Casino, Ruby Lotus Tea Room

[Silver]

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."

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop