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Yawgmoth didn't really care if there were children in the room at the time he was in pain. Yawgmoth didn't like being in pain. That was a sign of weakness and to someone like him, weakness was imperfection. There was no imperfection in Phyresis so a crazed tyrant like him thought anyway. Yawgmoth slowly unbuttoned his shirt with his good hand one at a time until the shirt was loose. he shrugged it off with his shoulders letting the soft black materialed shirt fall to the ground revealing that from the end of his shoulderblade onward his right arm had been severed. A very clean cut, almost like a surgeical removal. Not choppy, it was most certainly not a battle wound. His deep set crimson blood stained the right side of his chisled body and for the first time Yawgmoth's crimson eyes turned towards the newcomer and jared. To most people Yawgmoth was quite the looker, but even the Devil was a beautiful angel at one point. And the inner Yawgmoth was far from what the outer said it was. Yawgmoth's color was starting to turn from his darker tan skinned color to a paler white faster by the second he had lost too much blood and with such a grave wound was weakening. His breathing rate increased breath by breath and it seemed as though he were ignorant of the pain such a wound would cause. At least, for the moment.

Though she had not meant to ignore the handshake from the young person before her, she could not help but look once more, noticing the movement from the man at the bar. As if he were the only person in the room, the man unbuttoned his shirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. Not being one to look at a person when they were undressing she dropped her eyes to the young person in front of her, wishing not to view such a sight unless absolutely necessary.

The young person in front of her spoke once more, she knew not exactly what was meant, but could see that his eyes too had moved back to the man and pointed also. After a moment to recognize the words "boo boo" she chose to look at the man once more, and saw that his arm had been cut off. Immedately she felt warm tears form in her eyes, for she empathised with the pain he must be feeling ater having lost a limb. First impulse was to try to help, to heal the wound if possible. On second thought, this "Yaggmoff" did not have the look of one wishing to have company.

"Goodness ... That looks ... aweful." she said quietly. Addressing the young person this time, she asked, "Does this happen often? People with severe injuries just walk right in and sit at the bar? He doesn't look so well ... I .." she trailed off, not knowing what to offer as a suggestion for assistance.

"It's what you get" Yawgmoth started to say overhearing the woman speak turning his glaring red eyes onto her "For owing a crazy woman a favor...." He said with a deep angry tone. Suddenly his teeth grit against one another and he seemed to gasp for air, his left arm smashed into the bartop gripping it with herculian strength nearly crushing it under his huge hands. A thick black liquid started to pool over the large wound and with a look of angry agony on his face Yawgmoth roared out a deep demonic roar that split the air in the room with its thunderous tone as from the liquid burst an entire new right arm covered in thick streaks of his own blood. The paleness of his skin started to fade away and it returned to its normal tan coloring slowly. Yawgmoth slung his arm at the ground splattering some of the blood from his arm which was shaking slightly. Grabbing his shirt up from where he'd thrown it down he used it to wipe the new arm clean. Once there he began to inspect it slowly his eyes tracing over it as he flexed and moved every inch of it from finger to elbow to shoulderblade to 'test' it.

Ziven took a few steps toward the bar, following Jared, but keeping her distance from the bleeding man. As they approached, this Yaggmoff person pounded the bar and yelled again. Though Jared seemed fairly unphased by this, she took a few stumbling steps backward, not know what was going on. As a "new" arm burst forth from the stump, she could not help but gasp again. Clapping her hands over her mouth, she stared in shock and awe at the sight she had seen. It ... it's just not possible. she thought to herself, observing he as he observed the state of his arm.

Jared slowly got back to his feet, smiling a bit from behind his pacifier to see that Yawgmoth appeared to be back to his normal self, nodding his head in answer and pointing back at the lady, "yah diss iz miss Ziffen.... I juss meeted hur befor yew tayme in mistur Yaggmoff." he replied.

"We don't remember" Yawgmoth answered to woman jared said was Ziven. "Perhaps, we should introduce ourself now that we are...whole again. We are Lord Yawgmoth of Phyrexia, The Dark King of the Red Dragon Syndicate." he finished with a smirk showing his white teeth which were pointed like fangs of a vampire. "And you would be?"

"Because we are an amalgum of two creatures. A humanoid genius and a mysterous entity together, fused by an event of the past they create the being standing before you. Yawgmoth. We are two. So we must speak for each. We compliment your bravery. You are only the second one in this entire place that has ever questioned the way we speak" Yawgmoth said leering in closer with a vile grin he started walking towards her menacingly. "But, we are unquestioned for good reason. Reasons, we believe you have already come to suspect yourself." He finished with a chuckle stopping where he stood not bothering to move closer to her in near threaten.