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Yawgmoth tiled his neck to the right cracking several bones, then again to the left cracking several more. "No" He replied in a cold emotionless tone. The Dark King's energy began to slowly diminish. First the aura's color faded down the spectrum. Going from pitch black to light black, then to dark purple, all the way down to its light purple color that often sparked when he began to enrage. And then, like a match who's fire had died, the aura vanished completely. The furniture groaned a sigh of relief as the immense pressure left the room. Yawgmoth's eyes had their familiar gleam, but nowhere near as brightly as they had been shining. Without the darkened aura one could see his clothes, holes punched here and there, parts of them shredded or dirty.

"Just out for a little evening exercise. We got a little carried away." Yawgmoth said with a little more of that slick sly evil tone to his voice, the kind of tone it usually carried. Tilting his head in her direction he gave her a large toothy smile that just screamed "psycho" as if he were going to eat her with those teeth. His smile digressed as he peered away examining himself. "This is of no use in this state." Yawgmoth said quietly pulling his shirt over his head and examining the cloth noting the shreads, holes and dirt that coated the fabric. "And we liked this one too...." He said tossing it aside to the floor.

It was then clear that he had been in quite the scrap as his body had numerous purple and bruised spots, scratches, and even a few open wounds on his back that had dried blood around the edges of them. The small bruises and scrapes were slowly healing themselves before the eyes of all present. The open wounds would take a bit longer, but not much so. They were minor injuries after all. "Why are you here?" Yawgmoth asked running his hand through his hair combing it free of any dirt or grass that might've been in it.

Watching him carefully, she did what she could to calm the effects of his aura, realizing that it was easier to feel this way and recover now than it had been months ago, still did not 'cure' the feeling of the effect. She stretched her neck a bit, looking at him with curiosity. "Simply to relax. I have much to ponder." she said softly, just watching him still.

Yawgmoth's ears twitched at hearing a giggle coming from outside. He paid no mind guessing that if someone was giggling they were most likely not a threat of any kind to him or anything else. His attention returned to Ziven and he crossed his arms over his chest in a protesting fashion. "You have much to ponder huh? Like what for instance?" He said with an inquisitive look leaning more towards his left side.

She stopped, pearched atop a window, seeing that they were busy she wondered if she really should wander over to see Ziven...and maybe even Yawgmoth. She sighed she was so bored and tired, she figured it wouldn't kill her to wander over. Hopping down she decided to try again. Waveing to the two she smiled in her usual manner.

Tilting her head slightly, she was surprised somehow that he still would act as if he knew her. His very words tonight proved that he did not know her much at all. Looking to the floor for a moment, she nodded her head a little, completely ignoring his insulting reaction at her words and replied with but one word; "Aliator."

Blue eyes then shifted to her friend, the serious expression on her face quickly melting away to her usual smile and plesant look. "Good evening, Kari."

Yawgmoth snickered a little. Ali was more the close range type, but given Ziven's proficiency with combat which was practically non-existant as far as Yawgmoth was concerned, it would take someone even greater than Aliator, even greater than himself to turn her into any kind of weapon. "Fair enough. Even though you'll never be any kind of fighter. Your heart is too soft. You could not bring yourself to kill even us." Yawgmoth said cracking his neck again as the wounds on his back sealed themselves shut and began to seal away the scabbing blood around it. "Whenever you have 'passed' your training. Fight us. Well, fight is such a strong word. Spar with us, we will not kill you. Only humiliate you. If you have learned anything you will be able to beat us. We are not as adept as others at hand to hand combat. We shall see. but for now. We take our leave." Yawgmoth said with a mocking bow, disappearing where he stood.

With a small pop, Ziven appeared in the bar, not making it home, deciding instead that she was too restless knowing Reeve was unwell. Much to her surprise, young Reeve was present. Unlike her normal self, she did not meet his eyes in greeting. "Hello young Reeve." she said in a voice barely above a whisper. She could not bear the idea of upsetting him also this evening so she gave him his space, deciding to sit on one of the couches, somewhat away from where he was.