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"If you have the stories, I have to time. I don't have anything else to do tonight. I am at your guys' disposals"

He pushed up his shades

"Mmm, well .. knowing whom you would care to hear about would be helpful, there honestly is so much to speak of!" she said with a giggle. "This place .. I have been trying to keep tidy for Miss Star as she is not present currently. Though I do believe she will return eventually. And .. the bar has been destroyed and rebuilt I believe five times! That is more in the past few months than in my years here!" she said with a giggle.

Yawgmoth looked over as they were talking. Bah. This could take forever. How was he supposed to work his magic with that woman if everyone was taking her time? Ahhh well. No big deal he thought. He had plenty of time. Especially if she couldn't die. "How many of those were us again?" he said idly. Though Zero probably already knew the majority of them were the dark king's rampaging tantrums. He had been gone, that didn't mean he was stupid and forgot all about the people in this place.

"Everyone's done damage to this place at one time or another. I know I have, though not to a high degree. Worst I've done is tainting parts of this land..."

He jumped up, sitting on the bar

"Remember when I used to be the bad guy, DLY?"

Nodding in Zero's direction "Yes. yes we do. Some days we wish you were back to being that person. Maybe we'd get along more than one day a year." he responded chuckling. His tail snuck around back on poked Ziven on the bottom well, what parts it could reach with her sitting on the stool and all. Since she was being so bashful he decided to stir her up a little.

"I had to change, you saw me. I was on a crash course to self destruction, and I was coming in hot. But, I'm here now so things turned out for the better for me. I do sometimes miss the old battle though, I'd be lying if I didn't say they were fun."

"I remember the one battle so well...the one that had me damned with unwanted Daemonhood..."

"Don't" he began to say but she already stroked her fingers across his tail. Yawgmoth shivered and for a moment his eyes flashed a silvery color and he opened his mouth slightly. His canines had elongated just slightly but shrunk back down to size when he shook his head and closed his jaw. "Be very....very careful with that." he said to Ziven in an almost lustful tone. Looking to Zero kind of fuzzily he smirked "So do we" he said undoing his shirt and pointing just an inch or so from his heart where the Slayer of Kings had missed its target and impaled a lung instead.

"Normally we hide our scars and markings with magic to look....well normal. But just for old time's sake." he replied taking a breath. Slowly his skin began to reveal small scars and elegant black tattoos that ran the length of his arms, his chest, even some on his neck. He'd explained them once as to Ziven as Thran markings. They marked how much a person knew or had earned by tattooing stories onto their bodies with these marks. But there was one scar, much more prominent than the others. Larger, darker, slightly deeper looking than the rest. The scar the Slayer of Kings had left. "We can't help but remember it." he replied.