Propositions of Mentions

There was a large room and in it had many expensive-looking items. Over the very center of the room hung a chandelier which was used to light the entire room. On the table of the room sat a logo of a dragon. On one side of the table sat a dark-skinned man draped in an all black kimono with a white puff-sleeveless coat over it. His shaded glasses hid his eyes behind the lenses as he played in his hair with one of his hands.

Behind him stood a man dressed in a tight fitted button-down white shirt and fitted black slacks with his coat hanging off his shoulders. Reaching into his pocket, he drew a cigarette and lit it with his lighter. Though this man had mostly been hidden from the outside world, the silver-haired man sitting across from them would know him well. Former member of CP-O--Sandlewood Ashton. Finally sparking a light to his smoke, Ashton blew a bit of it out from a small gap between his lips.

The dark-skinned man broke the silence, he knew that this meeting could potentially be long and he needed to get to his points as soon as possible. "Good evening, Kurama." The man began, greeting who was clearly the leader of the current era of Marines the highly-famed and feared Fleet-Admiral. He smiled everso lightly while giving Kurama his full attention. "Sorry to have called you here." He said, bringing his left thumb up to his cheek and wiping across it as though he had leftover food there.

"How've you been. Been a while since we were able to meet in such an enclosed setting, last time was when you took Solomon to train him with his devil fruit." Shaking his head, "No, I'm sorry. I'll get straight into the nit and grit."

Pulling the piece of paper out in front of him over the table, he slid his hand across it quickly skimming over it. "The numbers of the Xros Pirates army dwarf the Marines' current number. They have over a million soldiers, Kurama. That's one to hundred, Marine to Xros. How will you deal with this?"