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"Goo mornin....." she muttered still rubbing her eyes. She took a few steps forward before realizing that there was blood. "Ziv what happend??!!!" she ran forward to help her bandage her hands while giving Ali a strange look but bowing to him and muttering hello.

Aliator's words couldnt've been more true. Even those of exceptional skill such as Yawgmoth and Aliator had to continually practice even the most basic of moves else they might rust and not be as scarily efficient with those moves. Such was the tribulations of training. Which a certain person had been doing near constantly for the last week or two. His absence from the syndicate was probably noticed as he was one of the more driving forces around the place. But his home coming was nigh.

Just in front of the bar area the air began to get warmer steadily and steadily until it would grow to a point that those within the small area wouldn't be able to breathe it in without having to gasp for another breath of unheated air. A crackling sound split the wind as a dimensional rip broke up. A blinding white light emitting from the rip. As the rip stabilized one would be able to see inside of it and see where it lead to. What one would see should they choose to look would be nothingness. Abysmal white nothingness, thus accounting for the bright light. A leg then came through. The pants on it busted and dirty, cuts and scrapes along the leg and the boot on the foot torn in places revealing the foot inside of it. Next came a hand that grasped the side of the rift and pulled the rest of the form out. One more leg, one more hand, one headful of fire red hair and one long black tail later Yawgmoth stood in front of the rip as it snapped shut with a violent crushing sound. Once his body was fully in the dimensional space of the syndicate the chairs and furniture around him began to groan and creek. A few of them cracking and splitting. The amount of energy he was giving off was something to feel. It's power nearly triple what it was when he left and this with him showing no signs like an aura. Taking in the scents of inn again Yawgmoth exhaled and with his exhale the awesome force diminished to his usual output and force. He looked like hell, his cloths in tattered scraps barely covering the 'vital' parts. Cuts, gashes, bruises, welts and just about any other injury related body sign covered him from head to toe. The worst of which was on his left shoulder where a very large and noticeable chunk of skin was missing, though it was clear this injury was sustained long ago as it was not bleeding and there was dried blood around it. Perhaps the most disturbing part about it was that one could see a small space of his collar bone and shoulder blade as the wound was that deep.

"We speak of how disgusting the creatures around here are sometimes...yet the feeling of returning to it after a much needed vacation...seems oh so satisfying." He said to no one but himself cracking his neck from side to side and then his fingers. Kicking the scraps of boots from his feet Yawgmoth's crimson glare spied around the room. Who was there to torture tonight?

Looking her over Yawgmoth's eyes played up and done and he had to blink turning his head to the left. "We go away for a few weeks and you dress like that now? What the ******** did we miss?" he inquired curious as to why she would dress any different. Two weeks was a menial amount of time and one's image certainly wouldn't change in such a small time span. "Though your rack is as lovely as ever. Keep in mind tonight my dear, we've spent the last two weeks locked inside of our planar void growing stronger and keeping time to ourselves with no breasts or and no women around for that matter. You have no idea what kind of will power it's taking not to squeeze your chest until they turn red from the pressure" he admitted in a slightly darker tone, his forked tongue grazed over his lips and slipped back behind the safety of them before too long. Yawgmoth pointed his right index finger at the wall nearest them and then turned his palm upside down and bent his finger. Like he was calling someone over who wasn't there. Though, something listened. The darkness and shadows on the wall slithered up to him and moved around his legs coating them from waist to toe. All at once they broke away and when they did all the missing pieces of his pants were gone, and it appeared as if he were wearing a brand new pair of loose fitting black pants. Now that he was properly dressed and risked not showing certain things with certain movements he crossed his arms over his chest in wait for a response from Ziven.

"You have no idea." Yawgmoth said with an almost drooling expression as his mind wondered over to his Crow. She wouldn't be able to walk for a week after tonight if he had anything to do with it. "Durem huh? Can't say we've ever been there. But if the women dress like that we think we might want to pay a visit..Blah. Talk about something else" Yawgmoth said hitting his head on the right side shaking it from side to side. "We didn't realize how being without the sight of women around near constantly would turn us into more of a pig than we already are. Here we figured that was impossible and that we were about as much of one as you could be. Who knew?" he said chuckling lightly as he turned his eyes away from her before his thoughts derailed again. "At least. Upon on our return you seem to have gotten over that idiot Reeve. Last we saw of you you were bawling your eyes out over the fool." he said walking to make himself a drink.

Yawgmoth nodded pouring a glass of thick amber liquid. "Sort of. We move forward. You frail creatures do not. If you will never be 'over' him. Then you will never truly move forward. But we blame this on the frailty of your race." he said taking a shot of the glass. Rolling his shoulders in effort to stretch his muscles Yawgmoth groaned. "You don't happen to know healing magics do you?" He said turning his head overtop of his shoulder to look in her direction. "We do not believe we have ever seen you emplore them if you have them." he said turning the rest of his body around. "If you have them. We need you to fix this." Yawgmoth said pointing to gaping wound on his left shoulder where bones were showing through. "The cuts and such will just heal with a night or two of rest. But this, this will hinder us for longer and we'd rather take things easy for the next few days."

"Ali will get over it. If you can heal, we aren't asking you to. Rather we're demanding in a more gentlemen like way. You see. Injury makes us very irritable. So. You're a smart girl." Yawgmoth said with vicious look on his face. "What do you believe is going to happen if you refuse to heal something that is making us angry..." he asked, a cold threatening tone in his voice.

Yawgmoth shrugged. "We don't much care what will happen when Aliator finds out. It would turn out less poorly for you if you heal us and get him mad at you. The most he'll do is yell at you. The most we'll do...well. Use your imagination. We assure you not healing our shoulder will be a very very bad choice. Be wise. Take the lesser of two evils." He said wincing slightly from his shrug. This was getting irritating. He hoped she'd just opt to heal him. Though he could probably still tear her limb from limb with his injuries it would only take longer and take more of a toll on him in his current state. This meant when Ali did find out he would be in no shape to fight an angered Ali. Hopefully thought, his intimidation would work. If not, this was going to be another long week.

"I disagree at this point. What do you think happened to my hands?" she asked quietly, watching him with curiosity now. She did not take her gaze from him as Raven wandered in, but did greet her. "Good evening Miss Raven."