Death And Mania

[Silver]

Silver was sitting on top of the desk, casually smoking, and looking at the outside view with her back towards the entrance. Without her jacket, the full view of a kusari dragon tattoo was fully displayed all over her back. Adding the Reaver R in the back of her hand, a single devilish wing in her forearm, this woman clearly liked to write her history in her body. Her legs dangled unconsciously as she waited and the cigarette smoke trailed through the air.

The doors opened with an almost devilish laugh. There she was. The Guildmistress of the Core. Ruby Hydra. As Hawken decided to forgo her men over to deal with allies and new business partners, Hydra fueled their dreams. Took care of their needs. Enlarged their egos. Lead them in madness. And when the time was right, she was there. At the forefront, with an army clamouring her name as Hawken laid dead.

Dropping herself of the desk, the combat boots hit the floor with an almost imperceptible thump, and Silver, cigarette in her lips, removed her sidearm from the holster and placed it right in the middle of the imperial style wood desk. Grinning as Hydra walked in as the door shut, she spinned the gun, like a toy.

"Hail Hydra." She said, watching Ruby smile, with the bloody bag in her hands. Nodding in a greeting, she stood to the side of the desk, waiting.

"Got the heads. Don't ask 'bout the bodies, my dear Guildmistress." Silvers voice echoed in the middle of the sound of Ruby Hydra's footsteps. That woman gave her carte blanche to kill. All that Silver needed to continue her work. Death had arrived to the Omicrons. And Mania was there to reap the benefits.

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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