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"Uh .. I would go with you if you like." she replied softly. The idea of washing another person off was odd to her, she did not know how to react.

"Very well." she replied with a smile, bobbing her head. With a small pop, she was gone.

With a small pop, Ziven appeared in the rafters of the bar. Silently sitting there, she realized she was not alone. Blue eyes looked down to see a familiar form but with new detail; a better look at their face. She tilted her head for a moment, curious as to why he seemed to be more exposed here in a public place, pondering a small object in his hand rather than .. whatever it is that he would normally be doing. Not wanting to cause trouble, she remained where she was in the rafters, not saying anything, merely observing.

"There is nothing wrong with observing." she replied immediately. There was a difference between staring and observing and it should be known. Shifting her position in the rafters, she made sure it was clear that she was no longer observing him. His next comment was curious, as there was nothing on her mind of him being a bad person this eve. "Even if I did not have the ability to read others minds, yours is like an open book. Why is it that you dwell on what others think of you so much? From the moment we met, that is all I hear from you: Accusations of how everyone around you views you, what others think of you in the past, how others will perceive you now and in the future. Which, logically, leads to the quintessential question; what is your opinion of yourself?"

A low growling sound like that of a large wolf or dog came echoing from the darkness in the raftor beams above. For two creatures were there disturbing the beasts sleep. The creaking sound of beams bending under the pressure of a great weight sounded next followed by a pair of crimson lights which flashed for a moment and then went dim. They were still quite visible but that's the only that was. They did not give off near enough light to illuminate what was casting the glow but to any regular of the syndicate it was painfully obvious who they belonged to. "Your teeth will be on your mind when we punch them into your head if you don't shut your trap. And as for you." The voice said as the lights turned to Ziven. "If you can sense living creatures oh so well then why didn't you sense us and go somewhere else? You know we do not wake friendly...". The lights returned to a cold stare at the strange figure whom he did not know personally like he knew Ziven. Still, Yawgmoth had never had any qualms making it quite clear that he was in control of this place to newcomers.

Yawgmoth's eyes brightened for a split second as a slight flicker of power shot through him. Hardly noticeable next to his awesome presence. An involuntary action that shot the link to control the darkness like it was a puppet. And control he did, for four tendrils made out of the shadows they were standing attacked Ziven. One for each limb, coiling around the ends of legs and arms. Being up above where the lights hung meant that darkness was everywhere and that was Yawgmoth's playground. "We too grow tired of constantly reminding you that we are the strongest so what we say goes. It's called power. Being able to influence those around you as you see fit. So we think we're going to pull you apart from four angles at once and watch your innards spill into the floor below for the rats to feast upon tonight." and at the conclusion of his words the tendrils that gripped her so began to tug, doing exactly as he said pulling in four directions, one for each limb. The force was hardly enough to rip body parts off of course it was, currently, a warning shot so to speak. Tugging the limbs in those direction to signal that if she didn't apologize or get out of his "domain" that he would continue his threat all the way through.