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Speak of the devil. It's the Ex-good guy himself. Looks like you've been sleeping like a bear.

I hated Tibbs so much and I still hold an Animosity for him but I get my satisfaction out of knowing he is just a scum bag who lost something great and became nothing more then a male whore. But, in all seriousness, without Angel I'm sure I'd be dead by now and the guy back there 8he jerked his head back* would most likely play a part in it

Because people are, for the moment, the highlight on the film of this experiment called life and as such they have to run the full gamit from sleezebag to pope to savior and everything in between. I'm glad that I'm still human and can still control myself, if I wasn't who know what would've happened? *With that he shrugged and got up. He cleaned and put away his glass before returning and picking up Angel's and the half empty bottle* Now if you excuse me I need to get some rest. Good Night Miss *With that he headed upstairs

Yawgmoth just snickered when Zero mentioned that his life would probably be over if it weren't for Angel at Yawgmoth's hands. He was probably right, but then again without Angel, Zero would not have softened and would be as strong as he used to be and could probably pose a challenge to Yawgmoth's might, maybe even best him. But not now, not in his current state. He had slacked off too much, more than Yawgmoth had. Yawgmoth gave Ziven a small nod and then sat on the couch in silence and peace.

Yawgmoth blinked for a moment "Yes. And no." Yawgmoth responded. "Yes in that we are physically and mentally fine. No in that we are bored. We cannot stand to be bored. It leaves our thoughts to wander into places they shouldn't go." He finished leaning back into the couch. The gears in his brain grinding against one another. Tormenting Ziven had lost its fun since it was clear that she was no longer afraid of Yawgmoth's false threats. With Zero gone and no one else around Yawgmoth strapped in for what he considered a very boring time in the inn with the girl.

Yawgmoth snickered "There isn't likely a book we have not read or do not own ourselves in our grand library back home. If we wanted to read, we would go there. Your suggestion is cute, however not viable. We require the attention of more than a novel at this time to cure us of this wretched plague called boredom." He replied with a light grin on his face from the snicker that left the right side of his mouth open exposing the sharp ended white teeth and one long fang like tooth that pressed against his lower lip. "We can tell reading works for you. That is all we see you doing. Do you not hold other activities to burn time with?"

Yawgmoth shrugged for a moment, slightly irritated by her 'boasting of your greatness' statement. "What do you think we do? Our activities are the most necessary ones for our state of being. We eat. We sleep. We ******** Crow. We kill and conflict with others. And we train to retain this greatness we are so proud of. In addition to being quite the avid reader as well as an inventor and a master of the arts of metallurgy. We build things, we tinker, and we constantly plan out how to improve our home world with our inventions and innovations." Yawgmoth said proudly. More so proud of his accomplishments and inventions on Phyrexia. The fact that he had the gift to create and craft life was his most egocentric thought. He had never met another being aside from a god that could create full thinking, living life. Despite his children being half metal and half decaying flesh they were not artificial intelligence, or cybernetic brains. They were sentient creatures with working brains. His single greatest achievement besides the birth of his son was the birth of how those brains of his children came into being. "There is however, very little in the ways of metallurgy here. Even more so there is much less metal ore around the syndicate with the exception of Aliator's domain which seems to be plentiful in the stuff. We are of course, assuming this by his metal body parts, his weapons and his vehicles that he has some such way of coming by the stuff rather easily." Yawgmoth finished with a shrug. "If we had some free lying metal we would disappear for days just trying to build it into something. You will never find more satisfaction in life than building something with your own two hands. With the exception of course, of having offspring."

Yawgmoth shook his head back and forth with a laughter. "Silly girl, if only you were willing. Then you could occupy quite a few things with us at this present moment. But alas, those days are gone. We have realized our false threats of rape and forced sexual relations with you have lost their punch. You can look forward to us not doing that again. There is no point if it will not produce any amusement for us." Yawgmoth said turning sideways in the chair he was sitting in laying over the arms lazily. His long black tail slithered down and and hung over one arm with his legs swishing silently back and forth like a pendulum in a clock. "And of course it bothers us. Nothing bothers us more than boredom. The thought of sitting, doing nothing, our mind, our hands, our body all idle and still. It's nerve racking" he complained.