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Thats my ziven, very risilliant indeed. I was just asking Silmeria if she had a name for me in ancient as i was asked to give her a name in english. *He looked at her having a mixture of feelings when she seated but rather refraining from expressing them clearly*

Ziven squeaked with surprise but quickly giggled with delight when she heard Raven purring. Smiling brightly, she scooped Raven in to her arms. "Hello Miss Raven, how are you?" she asked cheerfully, nuzzling her cheek against Raven. She was pleased to have her there now, as she was rather wanting to avoid some of the other conversation.

"Mmm, I shall need to ponder more, Seisuke-ona. There is much to consider." she said in a cool tone, tilting her head as she looked to Seisuke.

Yawgmoth had stayed at the bar finishing off yet another bottle of the amber liquid. Ziven was lucky his alcohol tolerance was extremely high both due to his unique body chemistry and the fact that'd been enjoying it for god knows how long. When Seisuke remarked about that was 'his ziven' being resilient and such he felt the urge to smash his teeth in rise again. The downside to this for Yawgmoth was the extreme jealousy that came with the beginnings of a new relationship. But, he trusted her. Standing up he stretched his arms up and cracked his shoulders and neck. His tail even thrusting out back of him and straightening out to stretch its muscles too. He decided he wouldn't bother Ziven just yet, she was spending time with Raven...someone else who's teeth he'd often wanted to smash in for her mouthing off.

Scoffing lightly he shook his head at the elf's suggestion. "Of course we desire to be near her. If you know that then you know more than you let on. Clever girl. But we will not go to her. Not until she wants us to be near. Smothering her with our constant presence is not something we're interested in doing." he remarked. His tail twitched and swayed back and forth behind him in a hypnotic manner. This perked his interest in the elf though. She knew a great deal more than she let on. It was rare to fool Yawgmoth. He almost took offense to it...almost.

The front door to the main room opened. Threw it walked mighty Seraph. The times were changing, and so were the customs. He wore baggy white jeans, big black military boots. A tight white tank top, was accompanied by a set of dog tags and a white beret. His angel blond hair was recently shaved, giving him more of a buzz cut look, though his hair had some length now, being some time since the haircut. His glowing blue eyes were concealed behind a pair of heavy tinted tactical sunglasses. Finally, he was back from heaven. He took a deep breath and sighed deeply. "Ah.. Home."

He sat at the bar, nodding to those in the room. Seeing yawgmoth, he nodded to him as well. He held no hostility towards him, People would think he would, but he didnt. Yawgmoth did what he seemed fit, and Ryan saw few if any problems with that. Every one should be able to do what they seem fit. Though that would be a whole different story. "Where oh where has all the whiskey gone? You know.. Your not aloud to drink in Heaven.. That rule kills me.." He said with a nod, as he grabbed a glass setting it on the bar, putting a few ice cubes in it. He looked about the bar but couldnt find a bottle of whiskey.

"There's one bottle left. Under the counter" Yawgmoth called. He too had been on pretty good terms with Ryan. Despite their polar opposition in power. Looking to Ziven he whispered quietly "We know what you're thinking right now..." he replied. If he was right though, it wasn't good for him. After trying so hard to win perhaps he was still going to lose? He wasn't sure. She told him once she wanted closure and didn't really get that before dying and resurrecting. Would she still seek it? All of those questions came rushing through his brain.