259, 2,... 1... (David)

[Lucifer]

Punk sighed in defeat.

"Fine. Show the goods and hand over your message."

[Avice Locke]

Her jaw tightened if Blaze wasnt such an idiot then this wouldn't have been an issue.

So to bare all or not to barr all? Usually she'd be all "fuck you and your goat" and shove the bloke's head in the nearest ass hole that wasnt her own. This however was a bloke called the punk and getting his way was what he did best... That and make fools of others while he is at it.

"You'd like to see how far I'd go to pass on a few words?"

[Lucifer]

He'd turn back to Asiv.

"Will you explain to twin tiny peaks over there that she is boring me?"

He shook his head.

"Is this how thick all of your people are? I'm starting to wonder if it might be a bad idea to sell you the goods if they will be in hands such as this dummy..."

[Zack Asiv]

Asiv would put the case down and reach into his jacket and pull out a pistol he purchased from territory 1 some time ago, checking the magazine and loading a round in the chamber.

"I don't think you understand the situation."

Asiv would say to Avice and Try as he raised the pistol and pointed at them.

"This place is one of the most important trade hubs to the known territories. Any action or non action taken in representation of my territory that would damage our reputation to the point of a lack of trade threatens many lives."

He would cock the hammer back.

"This isn't some personal test of resolve, some joke or some act. This is life or death, here he makes the rules, the laws. We either follow those rules or allow one person's stubborn personality and pride kill hundreds of people that could be saved with trade agreements."

His finger would tighten on the trigger.

"Decide. NOW."

[David B.]

"I...I think we say fuck the message."

Tyr spoke softly to Avice.

"Clearly....Asiv already knows what he wants here. David's m-message is moot. Lets go-"

He wanted to leave. Now.

[Avice Locke]

Her head went back and her eyes came open a slight more than usual and an even alighter grin stretched her already thin lips.

She raised a hand to silence Tyr. "Nay... Mr. Asiv ya miss understand. I offered my friend what kind of bitch would I be if I wasnt really to do the same. A dragon taught me going into a pit of a beast be damned anything else but get the job done." she'd take off her jacket and slowly remove more layers. "Honestly I'd not expect to bring forth a message like this that summons The Punk to Cabal or there will be war as said by David Blaze himself and there not be consequences. I be willin' to bare all to say I did it. Though I'd feel the trade is in my favor." It was the nicest fuck you she might have given.

[Lucifer]

Punk laughed uproariously. Whether it was at her tiny mudflaps or her message has yet to be stated.

[Zack Asiv]

Asiv would chuckle and put the weapon away. Taking the clip out and popping the round out of the chamber to go back to it's safe place.

"I see."

Asiv would take another drag from his cigarette.

"Well if suicide of thousands of soldiers is the goal, sure war sounds fun."

[Lucifer]

"I'd like to see him try while facing war on his doorstep already."

He settled back into his chair.

"Well Asiv, I suddenly feel like it is not in my interest to help you fund your war effort with weapons. Seeing as how they might now be used against me. I think I'll be canceling our deal."

[Zack Asiv]

"That sounds reasonable to me. Keep the magazines as a gift for the trouble. I'll claim a coup and seek refuge later. I'll keep the money in case I need to pay my refuge."

Asiv would turn to leave.

"Talk to you later Punk."

[Lucifer]

"Smell ya!"

He'd wave Asiv off and just eye the other two.

"That it?"

[Avice Locke]

"Aye... I'm done." job completed. She followed orders to a T. She wouldn't know what would become of it. The gravity of her words eluded as right now she was gathering her clothes and putting them back on.

She bowed in giving her final respects and would turn to leave.