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His grin is evil. He nods taking ravens hand leading her out of the main room. "Of course.. Perhaps.. I can re-tell a story or two.." He says, as he flips the ugly the middle finger walking her out of the main room. "Peace b***h" He says to the ugly.

The ugly watches him walk off and growls at him. "The Guy, doesssnt ssseem to get it. I can kill him, yet, he ssstill persssissstsss on being a menace to me. I cannot wait for the Arch Angel to return." He walks over to the bar, pouring himself a glass of blood wine. He turns after sipping it, looking to see who was still in the main room.

With a small pop, Ziven appeared in the bar and immediately began wandering around, clearly lost in her own thoughts, seeming rather troubled. Highly unusual for her, she was not paying attention to her full surroundings, instead focusing only on what was immediately at her attention - namely a number of chairs and other items that were not where they should be. Every few moments, a few inaudible words were muttered or a light sigh could be heard as she moved, trying to sort things out in her mind.

Hearing a voice, she looked to Ontaros with confusion for a moment but soon was replaced by a bright smile. "Greetings, Ontaros. I am .. perplexed. People have a way of confusing me when they disagree when they are in fact saying the same thing, simply they wish for things to be said verbatim their way and not in any other, to be the one to get credit for having come up with an idea despite all wanting to achieve the same thing and .. and .. My apologies, I am babbling." she began passionately but finished softly. Again she smiled brightly to him and nodded her head. "How are you?"

A brightness passed her eyes that had not been there before. "What kind of spell?" she asked, clearly missing the point of what he was saying. Having grown up in a remote location, she often missed the nuances of conversation, especially when a saying was used. "What would you like to drink? I will have tea as always."

"Oh, yes, many enjoy iced tea. As a matter of fact, it has been ages since I have had some, let us share a glass?" she said with a giggle. On a table near them, two glasses and a pitcher of iced tea appeared. "Let us sit and discuss this spell you mentioned, it has been a long while since I have learned something new." she said cheerfully, taking a seat.

"We believe one of the last things you tried to learn was to control darkness. We remember trying to teach you, or rather giving you that fragile orb to control for yourself. You had the potential but not the will." A voice called from the darkness of the raftors above the pair. If they were to look up they would see a pair of crimson eyes and some tan feet hanging down from the beams. The rest of the speaker was hidden in shadows. Sliding off of the beam however Yawgmoth landed promptly on the floor without managing to shatter the wood this time, only to shake the ground with his weight. He wore a shirt for once but might as well go shirtless, for it was unbuttoned and hung loosely on his shoulders. The standard loose fitting black pants on his lower half, no boots or anything else today. "Mister Ontaros too huh? We didn't see you there. Greetings." Yawgmoth responded. He figured Ontaros wasn't a fool like some of the more idiotic among them and deserved some form of respectful prefix, mister would do.

Ontaros looks up to the rafters just as Yawgmoth drops from them. He bows his head a moment to him and speaks "Lord Yawgmoth, my guess is this is how you normally make an entrance." there was a touch of humor to his voice before he continued. "This makes twice now that you've shown up just in time for tea. You've wonderful timing." He looks over to Ziven and shakes his head "no I dont believe so, what seems to be different?"

OOC: do you ask because of my avi or because of his hair? lol