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Adele smirked as he watched the movement of the men in the bar perk up. He pulled a vial from his belt; it was filled with a shimmering, silver liquid that hovered away from the sides of the glass. As Adele unplugged the glass tube, grey smoke wafted up from inside mingling with the heavy musk of rain. He poured two drops onto the ground and murmured a summoning spell in a language long forgotten. From the ground a fetid green liquid seeped out of a large crack that began to form and from that primordial broth sprouted two lonesome creatures.

Gray, with sunken faces, these shadows of men drifted from within the earth and hovered in front of Adele with an air of misery and dread. “My liege?” the first of the two asked in a distant yet patient voice. Adele examined one of his disfigured nails absently before looking up at the lost soul and circling the two of them. “I want you to deliver a message for me..” his voice reverberated through the sheets of light rain as he walked crookedly, hastily around the duo. His voice was eager and filled with elation to a higher level of enjoyment. The two could only listen quietly as Adele spoke. He lit a black cigarette and began…

The dismal and overcast night had been bleeding on painfully slow; every minute seemed to be like eternity over and over. All had seemed to have grown quiet and sleepy in the late hours of this particular evening; most animals had retreated to their caves and nests in search of cover from the constant assaulting downpour—all but the few creatures that seemed to cling to the air on that musky and heavy night. Within the warmth and ‘safe’ walls of the peculiar inn not a being stirred with the exception of the man called Yawgmoth and another, Yang. Although Adele had no knowledge of who these two men were, he did know that one of them had the aura of an extremely powerful being and the thought of fooling around with such a man sent thrilling bolts of electricity pulsing through Adele’s body. His apparent desire for blood itched his skin and pricked at the hair of his neck—He breathed in sharply at the thought of being challenged so deeply. Unfortunately, Adele did not have the pleasure of running around frivolously challenging whomever he pleased. He had an agenda to keep to and although he was excited to meet this power, he needed to find Alanna first—Once he had the key, the door would open and there would be a place and time for all to become thoroughly acquainted.

For now, Adele would simply introduce himself and make his imminent presence known. A warning perhaps would be sent, or a challenge—it was all in personal interpretation. Suddenly, without warning, one of the bars walls seemed to waver silently and as if the threads of reality had been ripped apart, an opening formed in mid air revealing a grey tunnel beyond which connected directly the cliff face Adele hid on and the bar. From the rift in the wall crawled one of Adele’s identical clones and behind him followed one of the lost souls. He smiled brightly and held out his arms as the rift mended itself as if nothing had ever been there. The clone surveyed the room with a fragile glance around and then for the very first time locked eyes with the titan of a man. He then sized up the smaller of the two at the bar and approached the two with a casual breath of fresh air an a purposfully arrogant swagger.

Briskly, Adele’s clone gave a flamboyant bow to the men and then he stood back with a hand on his hip cockily. “Gentlemen.” he greeted curtly. The aura of Adele’s carried the same on the clone as would he. The clone gave both men a toothy smile. “I’ve come to propose an offer”.

As much as Yawgmoth wanted to impale Yang on his tail, through the lower jaw having the end jut out through the top of his skull he fantasized, he had more important things to do. He waited, like a statue. Unmoving, unfeeling, uncaring to anything else. His crimson eyes slowly slid shut, oh yes. He would not be foolish enough to make the first move against another power that could do what it had done to Aliator.

As the walls of the bar started to twist and churn with reality bending they slowly opened. Those glowing crimson orbs whose direct stare alone incited fear, dread and terror into those stupid enough to stare pupil to pupil with the dark titan. Still, he said nothing and made no motions besides peeling his eyelids apart to observe. It would be about this time that the clone entered via whatever twisted magics had caused the bar wall to bend the fragile fabrics of reality itself. He starred hard once the clone once it dared to lock eyes with him. For as long as the clone would hold it a feeling of uneasiness and dread would start to wash over their sensations. A passive intimidation trait brought on by those horrifying crimson orbs.

Ahhh finally he thought, it spoke. Yawgmoth listened and watched every motion, from the flamboyant bow, to the cocky posture, to the tone of voice. The titan decided to speak after all this and opened his mouth with a sickening smile. "Please don't tell us you come to propose peace and do not wish to cause trouble. We have not stood around waiting for you to sit around and do nothing. We have seen what you have done to Aliator. We have seen what we consider a worthy challenger. We have seen your death." he stated boldly. "If the proposition you bring does not fall within peace, prosperity or friendship and does fall between the lines of combat, bloodshed and death, please do not allow us to interrupt you further. We have been waiting for you longer than we would like to make public.." he concluded slowly uncurling his arms from his chest letting them hang at his sides. His large hands flexing open and closed in a slow almost pulsing manner.

After hearing the clone speak and give it's demands as if it were holding something Yawgmoth wanted hostage the titan laughed. Shaking his head back and forth causing the red strands of his hair to toss about he held up one hand and waved his finger back and forth at the creature as if he were telling a child no. "Ah ah ah. You too assume that we cannot find you. Rest assured, you are wrong." he said in a confidant manner. He wasn't going to tell the creature how he would be able to find him of course, giving away such secrets would lead the creature to hide that power which called out to the titan with a loud demanding voice. "We will bring you nothing. You will fight us without stipulations or consequence. Unless, you are that cowardly. If this is the case, it is our duty as a true warrior to hunt you down like the vermin you are and put an end to your miserable pathetic existence." Yawgmoth proclaimed with a commanding tone cracking a grin at the creature. "So then, the choice is really yours child." he mocked "Run and be hunted like prey which is still quite an amusing game for us or stand and fight. Either way, we win."

as this little talk was going on a small boy that would look a lot like Yawgmoth would walk in with his head tilt back and a smile on his face there was a lollipop stick hanging out of his mouth like always and a little hop in his step.

He was dressed in his normal outfit a louse fitting pare of black pants and a black untucked button up shirt that the calor was undone on his feet was a pare f black steel capped boots and a large red fedora resting on the top of is head.

he just walked past all the people and off to a red thrown lie chair that was sitting before the fireplace. As he was walking in there was a power flux in te room, Yawgmoth would know what this meant he was just in a fight or training, but it would still push on people chest and for something that was not mighty it would most likely push some air out of them and the air would smell lie a small and new death. shortly after it would be sligtly thicker and this would be followed b a harp cold then nothing. it would soon even out and be normal again.

Yawgmoth's crimson eyes moved across the bar while he waited for a response to Ziven...damn. He seemed to stare at her for a moment and turned his head back to the creature whose answer he awaited. Though his gaze and posture never faltered, his mind raced. Now that there was someone in his life, battles could easily become more...complicated. He would play the part of the stalking villain and ignore Ziven passing her off as just another insect in the bar disturbing his conversation. This was to avoid any knowledge of their being together to the creature. He only hoped she could keep her mouth shut about it and not make it painfully obvious.

"s**t" Yang grunted quietly rising from the bar and going to Ziven, "Ah, it's been quite a while hasn't it, Miss," Yang said with a warm smile he tried to gently guide her into turning around towards the bar, "Come, come, let's have a drink to celebrate your good health," discreetly away from any searching eyes of the bar he gave her a small sign to show that she shouldn't ask questions at the moment.

Yang made no looks or gestures towards Yawgmoth, he couldn't risk giving anything away. That being said, he could only hope Yawg could figure out what was happening and not give himself away, and/or attack Yang because of it, blowing the whole thing.

Yang guided Ziven to a seat, "Yes, Yes I've been fine, just trying to get settled in around here," Yang responded to her inquiry, "What'll it be for you? Tea? Water?" he asked, glad that she had been able to quickly pick up the plan and go with it.

Yang gave a nervous looking smile, "I don't think that you want what I'm having," He said with a slight laugh.

"Tea it is then!" he reached over the bar, looking around for something to use to make tea, he wasn't very good with formal drinks, "Let's see here, bags," he said as he threw a few tea bags onto the counter the rest of his body over the bar, his legs dangling in the air as he reached, "A kettle and a portable burner," he said throwing each item on the bar top as he said each, finally reseting himself on the barstool.

"Phew, well, this being a bar I don't see anything to start the flame with," he said looking around, bending down to eye level with the burner. Reaching up he turned a knob to allow the gas to flow just enough to start a worthy fire, all he needed now was an ignitor. He blew out what was at first air, then in a small precise stream came a black flame, moving into the burner and igniting it, the black flames quickly turning the color of natural flames as their primary source was cut off.

He filled the kettle with water and set it atop the newly made flame placing the teabags inside before placing the top on the kettle and leaving the water to boil.