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He slides his open vest back on. He shrugs both shoulders lightly. "Lucky me? I was a boy then. My hopes way to high. Here I am a man, ten times stronger than my young self. Yet, I guess time is a killer."

Friends one moment, discarded the next when someone else enters. Without another word, she stormed out of the bar.

No matter what search method the woman employed, most especially one comprised of using a shadow basis, she would not detect Yawgmoth sitting in the corner of the raftors sleeping. Yawgmoth was an absolute master of all things darkness and shadow. They obeyed him without pause or second thought to another master. Such was the gift of dabbling only in those elements and not bothering to mess with others such as fire or earth or some silly things like that. It was, however, the sound of movement. The sound of the lighter hitting the bartop that stirred Yawgmoth from his slumber. His wake, however, was by no means as stealth as his slumber. A loud yawn and the blinking of two crimson orbs in the raftors above, it was an easy clear signal to all who had stirred. The two orbs blinked a few times before shifting to one side and the other. They closed for a moment and then, from above, a blur of black swept down from above. The near three hundred pound Yawgmoth smashed into the floorboards shattering several as he always did upon his landing. The large man rose running hand through his fire red hair in effort to comb it after sleep. Starring around. "Just you. How quaint." Yawgmoth remarked stifling another yawn he wanted to make. Shaking his upper body a bit Yawgmoth rolled his shoulders and cracked his back and arms. "We're getting too old for this..." He grumbled under his breath. His black shirt covered in dust from the night spent above caused him to unbutton the fabric and toss the garment on the floor revealing the near grotesque sized muscles on his arms, chest and abs. Though it was quite obvious even with his shirt on that Yawgmoth was a huge man, the fact was made even more so with lack of clothing to conceal it. Yawgmoth couldn't hide back another loud yawn though was polite enough to cover his mouth. Tired, and just having woken up. The grumpy Yawgmoth grumbling under his breath, strode for the bar.

Yawgmoth stopped. A gaze was locked upon him. And who's gaze? Why, Ziven's of course he found out as he turned his head over his shoulder, causing one of his eyes to meet her gaze. Yawgmoth was growing very tired of her constant glares and lack of words. And so, he decided to do something about it. In mere seconds, his body deformed into the familiar black liquid, slithered over the floor and formed back into the Dark King right in front of her. "Say it..." Yawgmoth said with a hardening glare, the crimson in his eyes seemed to burn brighter taking out the black of his pupils and starting to bleed out into the whites of his eyes. "Tell us how much you hate us, tell us how much you would love to cause us harm for ripping Reeve away from you." Yawgmoth said, his tone quiet and serious, however this changed when he bellowed. "Say it!" to her face. His tail growing restless whipped up behind him arching over his shoulder pointing at her like a finger. He would not stand this whelps gaze any longer. Either she would get it out of her system and berate him for what he did, or he would force the issue from her. The girl needed to learn, people die, especially when facing against Yawgmoth. She was made quite aware of what would happen if Yawgmoth got his hands on Reeve and she made no move to stop him, even in the fight she did not interfere.

Angered by the fact that she would not speak and instead resorted to the use of some magical means, Yawgmoth read the note and then grabbed her dress with his left hand and lifted the girl into the air. As he did a stinging wave of null energy spanned out around him. The dampening sphere, halting all magical means within its bounds, even Yawgmoth's. He would not let her get away from him tonight. No, no. He intended to quell this, this seething depression she was in right here and right now whether she was ready or not. "You idiot...are you really so dense? Why, why do you mourn over someone who lied to you? Is it not clear that he used you to get to us? That is what he really wanted. And yet you mourn, you're full of sorrow for someone who used you like a tool. How dare you belittle us to reading off of a piece of god damn paper and deny us the right to hear you speak your response like a normal sentient being?" Yawgmoth stated fiercely. "Even, IF, you loved him. You should move on with your life. Everyone dies, everything ends, and no matter who you are, someone close to you will die. If every creature in the universe did as you do, the universe would have ended itself long long ago. Tough up and get over his death. You meant nothing to him. Why should he mean this much to you?" Yawgmoth asked, in a more rhetorical fashion. Since the use of magic within the sphereical outlay was nulled, she would be unable to use that paper again, and unable to speak into his mind. Knowing she would not speak to him, he honestly didn't expect an answer to anything he said. "And if you will not talk. Then you will scream. Make your choice!" Yawgmoth said flexing his free right hand. His tail taunted her, waving back and forth making poking motions towards her like he was going to drive the pointed end through a part of her body.

Yawgmoth was not amused at her lack of reaction from his actions. That was what Yawgmoth lived for, the look of terror on his victims face. their words, begging him not to off them or mutilate them in some inhumane way. Yawgmoth clenched his right hand into a fist and then let it go. Instead, opting to use his open palm. Rising back, Yawgmoth's hand slapped her upon the cheek from her left. The slap, oddly, was not as hard as it could've been and felt rather weak for someone of Yawgmoth's muscle stature. He could've easily slapped her so hard her head would've literally twisted around her spinal column and snapped her neck if he really wanted to. Yet he hadn't. There would be a bruise later sure but the only sign now that he had done so was the reddening of skin. "Wake up first. Then, we will talk. When you come back from fairy tale land." Yawgmoth said dropping her from his grip. "We will be here.". The red in his eyes receded to its original status and the stinging air that was the dampening sphere left the room. Mumbling to himself Yawgmoth walked away, disappearing into the kitchen.

The door's of the bar were pushed open by a young man with long blue hair and stunning blue eyes. The lone ronin peered in, acting on his survival instincts to see who was around before just stepping into some place. Especially for this late in the evening. Takara was careful. Spotting Ziven at the bar pacing Takara bowed his head. He understood how she must be feeling. Losing Reeve like that, being there to watch Master Yawgmoth do what he did. Deciding to return the kindness that she showed him the day they met the ronin decided to pay his respects and try to ease her pain of loss if he could. Takara stepped into the bar and quietly closed the doors behind him. He made his way over to the bar rather awkwardly since he still carried a sheathed blade and a half melted jitte on his belt causing his walk to be less than silent.

"Excuse me, Miss Ziven?"

Takara asked sitting down at the bar watching her pace waiting for a response.