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Yawgmoth's eyes followed Ziven over the room as she comforted the woman unknown to him. "You are by far the oddest person around this place woman. You can clearly speak their language and yet you choose certain words in this other one. We could very well insert Phyrexian words into this language but this. English, is not made for such smooth transitions anyway. But we wonder why you opt to speak that way. Trying to impress those around by showing you are multilingual?" Yawgmoth asked leaning against the bar sipping on a glass that was filled to the brim with a light colored red liquid.

Yawgmoth scoffed. "Words. Words are meaningless in the long run. This revered language you keep talking about. Is just an assembly of words. Meaningless words. What does matter? Actions. What you do matters more to the universe than what you say or how you say it ever will." Yawgmoth said amazed at her naivety yet again. These Earth creatures knew so little it was almost mind numbing to attempt to get them to grasp these things. "We would be the one to dare to trifle with this language if we knew it. But alas we do not. We know the language that matters more than English, more than Phyrexian, more than yours." Yawgmoth said taking another gulp down of the light red liquid in his glass.

Yawgmoth burst into laughter. She seriously asked him that. It was amazing. Upon regaining his composure he wiped his eye and stared at her blankly. "You really are a fool. Have you ever seen us say anything that remotely resembled magic words when we are using any type of magical energy? No. Why is this? We have mastered magic beyond the need for verbal words to trigger such effects. We have evolved beyond the arcane ways of magic." Yawgmoth said with another laugh. For a girl he thought was observant, she certainly ran that theory into the ground tonight.

"Before we were us. Yes. When we were one. A thran. Before our glorious ascension we required the use of words. After our ascension. Words were no longer necessary. We had evolved beyond them as a catalyst. As we had evolved beyond many things." Yawgmoth explained turning his head a little to the left in curiosity as to why she would want to ask that. Did he not make that obvious with his last statement?

Yawgmoth nodded. "Are you listening at all? Or is it going in one ear and out of the other woman? We just said that. Why are you reconfirming what we already told you. Twice now. Pay attention." Yawgmoth scoffed getting annoyed.

Yawgmoth shook his head. "No. We refuse to recognize anything on this planet as 'progress' besides a chosen few. These humans, these pathetic insects are so far behind the understanding of the way the real universe works we wonder why we allow them to live. We wonder now, why we allow you to live. We wonder now why we allow you to refuse our 'request' upon you and just don't take it. But we know these answers. Amusement. When one of you flesh bags grows a brain that matters to the universe maybe then we'll recognize some step as progress. But as far as we are concerned, Ziven," he said her name in a sarcastic manner. "Your planet is filled with underdeveloped, unintelligent, insects that you call people. Who's sole purpose in life is to die." Yawgmoth said in an angry fashion. This conversation sparked something in his brain. Tilting his head. "In fact. We grow tired every day of this day in and day out thing. We will show you, you and every other living thing in this place first. What it means to be feeble. We think. We are finally going to commence with our grand design." Yawgmoth said in deep thought now totally away from their initial conversation. This design he'd been building since he'd gotten together with Crow. It was the design, the plan, for how he would use his children, his worlds resources to conquest the RDS, and all of earth if she wanted it. For Crow. They had sat back into the shadows long enough. It was time that Yawgmoth and Crow made their upsurring of that wretched woman and zero. Yawgmoth's brain began to tick with malicious plans and with a grim smile he turned to Ziven. "We thank you. You will be given a chance when it comes. We have things to do now." Yawgmoth said as an energy welled within him. In a flash the energy shot outward leaving the air where he was standing heated and warm. A planeshift, his other method of transport. A planeshift could only mean one thing. He had gone 'home'. And was no longer on the grounds of the RDS.

DP enter the bar with a huge smile on his lips. After scaning the bar he find a good place to sit down for a short need rest from his hard training

DP stay were he was he like being a loner at times more then most would thing and in a way it what made him who he is now