The footsteps echoed through the hall. Combat boots, steel tipped, walked without inkling of fear, regret or indecision. They were the sound of determination. The bright orange hair passed by, like a flame travelling down a dark corridor. A flame that burned the moths that plagued existence. And has such, they were drawn to it. Eyes whispering. And hands in their holsters.
The Executrix of the Core, a title with little power apart from what the bearer could bring to it, was walking again the path to the office of the Guildmistress. Droplets of blood followed her steps, like testament of the path of a bloody angel, or an unforgiving demon, falling down from a bloody bag, containing the heads of the latest order. Two zoners. Who dared.
They dared. And they died. And as she stopped at the entrance of the office, the guards halted her, more in a gesture of defiance than in a gesture of control. Her eyes, grey, looked at both, and the red vivid lips smiled. Grinned. Yearned for more. Her thirst had not been satisfied yet, as her hand moved to her sidearm. And the shivers down the guards spine told them so. Stand in the path of the Executrix, stand against Death itself. One of them promptly opened the door, and the richly furnished office appeared in her eyes.
"The Guildmistress is not here, Exec-" One of the guards spoke, before getting hit with the bloody bag in his head. The squishing sound was rancid and made both of the guards very uncomfortable.
"Give her that when she arrives. I'll be waitin' inside, loves." The leather clad woman walked in, now not determined, but like a predator in heat. They both nodded, and as the doors started to close, Silver, the Bitch Queen of Mercs, the Plague of the Omegas, the Terror of Bretonia and the Reaver of Liberty turned around and grinned as she spoke.
"Hail Hydra." Both guards almost halted their movements. How could they forget. The Core now was fanatic. Was devoted. Was beyond the ideas of Hawken and Nodiet. And it was just what Silver wanted. True soldiers of Death and Mania, hell-bent on only one thing. To appease Hydra.
[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
Slow, quiet and elegant the footsteps were heard throughout the hall as they were getting louder and louder. There she was. The Goddess, the Devil. The red haired Guildmistress. All of the personnel knelt with absolute devotion, respect and hint of fear as she walked past them. All of them knew what would happen if someone gave her the wrong look. "This is wonderful." Ruby thought that to herself with a small smirk on the face.
No one dared to move even an inch in her presence. No one. People with nothing but serving on their minds. Once rather free people all turned into zealots by one person.
The slow and loud steps went silent upon seeing the guards frozen by something. A sudden smile appeared on Ruby's face. "Oh? Something new. Fantastic." Whispering quietly and moving towards the frozen men. "Mistress! There is someone waiting for you in the office." Guardsmen were still slightly speechless after meeting the Executrix. She had simply nodded before taking the bloody bag from one of the guards and slowly opening it. "Marvelous. Simply great!" Ruby chuckled loudly before moving to the doors, opening them with excitement and a slight smile on her face.
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.
[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
The Guildmistress dropped the bloody bag on the ground and applauded her. The claps were slow but powerful. Sinister and dark. The devil-like smile hadn't disappeared from her face, only grew bigger. "Excellent, Executrix." Ruby started slowly moving towards Silver making direct eye contact with her. The smile on Hydras face started to fade as she got closer and closer to Silver before it turned into a mere smirk. Upon getting close to her, Ruby extended her hand and placed her soft palm on Silvers cheek slowly and gently moving it. Ruby stood just several inches away from Silver. Anything could happen. She dared. The smile. It grew once again. Dire and cold. Disheartening smile was on Ruby's face.
Empress didn't break the eye contact. The stare was peeking deep into Silvers soul. Not many people would consider doing that with the Bloody Angel, the Reaver, the Executrix. "Are you enjoying this?" A simple, short question echoed in the office. Brief, quiet, genuine giggle under her breath had escaped.
Hydra's hand was hot, like burning iron against her cheek. Such is the fate of those who burn everything around them. But Silver was cold. Always cold. Death on touch and with a smile. Always with a smile. After all, a job ain't a job. It's who you are.
"Your touch or the death and chaos?" The smile turned into a grin. Silver knew very well the preferences that people like Ruby Hydra had. She was not the first to cross paths with death. One would venture and say that people like Ruby Hydra always walked hand in hand with Death.
"Or you want more from me?" Silver walked away, towards the window, like prey fleeing their predator. A game to increase the appetite, a fleeting lock of the eyes to increase the lust. But who was truly the predator here?
The Reaver or The Goddess?
[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
Ruby's loud devilish laugh was heard again. "I meant my touch, dear Silver. I know that you enjoy death and chaos." Hydra smirked as Silver was standing by the window and slowly walked towards her. "What else could I want from you? Isn't it obvious?" She stood by Silvers side. Ruby glared at her and moved closer to whisper something. "You're the Reaper after all. Cold. Dark and Powerful."
Empress playfully patted Silver on the head. She wasn't afraid of what could happen. Ruby was enjoying the moment with her personal favourite. She moved back a little. Looked through the window alongside the reaper. It still was there. The smirk. For once, Ruby was not entirely bored. A rare sight for people like her. She liked unexpected turns of events. Something she couldn't account for. Silver in the office, all alone with Ruby. Not trying to kill her.
Hydra started to hum a quiet melody to herself, whilst enjoying the view. From side if Silver did not know Ruby, it'd seem as she was just a girl enjoying life at this very moment.
Silver looked at Ruby, up and down. She was lithe, much like Silver. But younger. And her skin seemed soft. Very soft. Silver wondered what a bite would taste. Sweet? Fulfilling? Despair for more? She breathed in, more a sigh than an actual breath.
"There is scuttlebutt among the ranks, Guildmistress." She said, looking at the view. Something always stirring in the core of the Core. Silver already had been collecting data, here and there. Threats of death and pain always did the trick. More pain than death though.
"And the APM is closin' on itself, denying me access." Ruby looked at her, those eyes already imagining a devious way to show the people who was the Goddess. The origin of chaos in the Omicrons. Silver couldn't help to smirk, as her imagination also raced.
Laying a hand on her shoulder, Silver closed in, her lips almost touching the ear lobe, and whispering in a sweet ghostly voice."Give me the word, love.. And i'll give you Death." Pulling slowly back, she took in Ruby's scent. Sweet, as she imagined. And filled with despair. Her hand didn't left at once, but took a downward route by her back. Slowly. Tempting. And making her wanting more.
[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
Ruby giggled in a rather bright way, as she paid attention Silvers actions. "You shouldn't do anything right now. Just enjoy the view." Playfull smile filled with excitement appeared on Hydras face. She had something on the mind.
Ruby moved up to Silver, leaning in and stopping just before their lips touched, just to see what would Silver do, and what would her reaction. "Or maybe you should, who knows~?" Ruby suddenly jumped back and winked at her before turning around quickly to stretch. Empress let out a silent satisfied sigh as she stopped and looked out of the window.
"Don't worry about any gossips throughout the ranks and don't bother yourself with the APM too much." Ruby had little interest in people who did not obey her. "Not worth it. APM pilots are stubborn and time consuming."
With a grin, Silver reminded herself of the fatal flaw of all Guildmasters. Hubris. And it is the hubris of man and woman that times one's demise. Walking towards her, she placed her hand over Ruby's shoulder, in a friendly gesture.
"You know how I managed to reach this point, love?" Brushing Ruby's hair to the side, to clear her face, she took a good look at Ruby Hydra's eyes. And allowed Ruby to lose herself in Silver's grey ones.
"I killed everyone that could pose the slightest threat in my path." Leaning over, she delivered a full blown kiss to Hydra's luscious lips. Their relative position in universe was lost. There was no stars, no planets, no nebulas, no systems, no politics neither power to guide one's mind.
There was only just that moment frozen in time.
Licking with her tongue the corners of her mouth, Silver grinned at the end. "Don't make the same mistakes as Nodtviet and Hawken. Let Death clear yer path." Slowly walking a way, she turned, not waiting for Ruby's command to cleanse the ranks, and to fuel the fire in their hearts. With her hand in the door handle, she turned around and looked at the Guildmistress, with her lips painted red.
"Anything more, love?"
[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
Ruby's eyes widened as she received a kiss from Silver. Unexpected yet pleasant. Ruby never had experienced something like this. Completely new and unexplored. "Woah." Is all that Guildmistress could muster up and say at that very given moment. A slight crimson colour appeared on her cheeks as she tried to make her way to the chair to sit down for a moment and re-think what just had happened. Empress never could've imagined that a Reaver would get her first kiss.
"Well... This was a first." Ruby smiled as she licked her lips slowly. Empresses mood was greatly improved after this small event. "There is only one thing now that I want to ask of you." Mistress paused what she wanted to say for a few seconds as her cheerful facial expression changed into a saddened and serious one. "However, I cannot request you to do that duty yet." She turned around in her 'throne' and faced away from Silver. Ruby quietly whispered to herself, so that Silver could catch only few bits of what she had said. "Perhaps it'll come soon and you will have a choice to make.." Ruby's voice turned bitter and gloomy after finishing the last bit..