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A slow walking figure was coming towards the bar. The figure easily camouflaged with the night sky. It's skin was jet black, it's eyes piercing and white like the stars above. The closer it got the bigger it seemed to be. It's silhouetted figure did not seem to resemble any humanoid or man-like creature around yet it's energy gave off that feeling. As it approached the door it was easily distinguishable as being anywhere from 12 to 15 feet tall. A giant. But as it reached the door it shrunk down so it would fit. It shrunk down to a familiar six foot, six inches tall stature. The blackness on its skin drained away into its pores revealing a tan under hide with black clothes. The white shining eyes reverted away as the blackness pealed away from its skull revealing two crimson glowing eyes and fiery red disheveled hair. The two eyes locked onto the tiny Ziven staring outward from inside the bar. The voice that came from the creature was different. It was clearly Yawgmoth, it looked, and felt that way, but it did not speak the same. The voice sounded as if there were two deep voices speaking at the same time. In unison. One voice sounded as his normal did, one sounded more gentle but stern enough to mix well with the deep tone. "Would you like to get out of our way now?" The voices of Yawgmoth asked together.

Yawgmoth walked passed her and shook his head. His dual voice speaking again "No no no. Good does not cover it. It is a grand evening. More grand than anyone could imagine. But perhaps, you're already starting to imagine" Yawgmoth stopped his walk and turned his head over his shoulder to her. "You are witness to it aren't you? You saw what happened did you not?" The unison pair of voices questioned her. Yawgmoth's expression was that of joy, a...twisted kind of joy like the kind a cruel person got from killing a puppy, but still, it was at least joy and not him being a grump over everything.

The air stirred for a moment and a soft pair of voices said from just to her left. "Then bear witness to it". As the voice began to speak the Yawgmoth in front of her faded away. An after image. Caused from Yawgmoth's movement speed. He attempted to lay a hand on her shoulder but only succeeded in laying his right hand upon her barrier. "It seems our display startled you into protection. How cute." the unison voices asked with a laugh in sync. "As of now you are just our plaything. As is everyone now. Even Aliator. But we know Ali, we know Ali will try to top us. We look forward to it." Yawgmoth walked around in front of her sliding his hand around the barrier as he did, taunting her with his motion as if he were going to attempt to crush it or something but he never did. He hadn't a reason to. "Believe us, if your name had not been spared by Ali as one of the people he wanted us to leave alone during the war. We would be willing to use you as a lab rat right now. To see our limits. But it seems you were having quite a pleasant evening before we arrived. Why don't you keep that going? We have things to tend to now. Bugs to squash." Yawgmoth said in a slightly less dual-toned voice. It seemed as time went on the voices were finally blending into his old one again. "'Ta" Yawgmoth said waving the hand he held upon the barrier before departing. Walking down the stairwell to Crow's dungeon.

After a restful night Yawgmoth returned to the main room once more. His hands slid into the pockets of his black pants. His bare top exposed showing his smooth tan skin to all along with the massive, almost grotesquely so, ripped muscles along his back, chest, abs and arms. He gave a rather bored upon finding no one around to speak of and went about sitting near the fireplace to relax for a moment. Though he would not admit it, merging into one single being once more had caused him great stress. Absolving the memories and feelings of the 'good half' was stressful, not to mention subduing them so they didn't interfere with his personality was another chore unto itself. "So very boring..." he commented to himself with a sigh. His voice sounded normal again. No dual chorded speech but the 'we' thing was sure to stick around.

Yawgmoth rattled his fingers upon the chair tapping the four of them one after the other from index to pinky. His thumb never moving upon the hand he rattled with. He was thinking. Tilting his head to the side as he watched Fox without a word. Perhaps Fox would be the lab rat to his reborn perfection. Perhaps not. Yawgmoth would use just about anyone now, to feel that rush. Not the rush of battle no, the rush of being whole again. Being a full being, the Yawgmoth of old. Before the Legacy and that wretched Urza. He paused for a moment. Perhaps he would wait to see if the boy even noticed him at all. Despite his achieving perfection, his power output decreased by nine percent. Now he only walked around at a mere one percent of his maximum. This one percent of course, was easily as much, if not a little more, than his previous ten percent. After all, perfection was just that.

"We are a walking God" Yawgmoth said bluntly relaxing in the chair. He had opted to not test on Fox, seeing as he already calculated the boy into his invasion plans. And if he were to injure him just filling up his ego, he would have to recalibrate every inch of his plan. "And we are here, for a lab rat. Some small insignificant being to test our might upon. Just so we can feel it." He said with a small shrug. Perhaps Fox would lure some idiot into battling Yawgmoth for him. But no matter. He would just enjoy relaxing today.

David flew in after having a very fun night with his future bride. He was cautious to enter the bar feeling Yawgmoth's, or what appeared to be Ywagmoth's, energy.

With a small pop, she appeared in the bar. immediately she recognized Fox and Yawgmoth by sense. Arching a brow upon haring Fox's words, she crossed the room to his side, giving him a stern look. "War is not 'little' by any means and the reasons for engaging in such a commitment is far more serious than petty matters as would be defined as a squabble. Though your motive for spurring discussion is understandable, it would be wise to approach a sensitive subject as this with dignity and respect." she said sternly. Finishing, she realized that she likely came across far more harsh than she intended but her reasoning for being so passionate still remained. Given the gravity of the conversation, she did not let her attention falter with David's entrance, remaining focused on Fox.