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"Just as you are unaccustomed to having another's thoughts in your mind, I am unaccustomed to having another's arm around me or touching me at all really." she turned to David, smiling softly. Stepping to the side, she moved out of Gregger's reach. "All is well, David, thank you. Gregger and I have just met and decided to go for a walk, it is surprising to find you here as well." she said gently, bobbing her head to David.

Gregger was used to people merely accepting his friendly touches, so it surprised him that she had sneaked her way out of it. What an interesting girl this one was. With a few waves of his hand he said lightly, "Oh, don't you worry, we'll fix that soon enough."

Feeling that they had ventured far enough into this maze of graves, Gregger decided to scout out a spot that appealed to him. That was when he noticed a small hill a little ways to his left. Careful not to accidentally push his boundaries with Ziven too soon again, he merely uttered, "Ooh, come on, let's go over there," as he was already padding his way to the top of it.

Gregger felt really at home in places like this, but it had nothing to do with the surrounding cemetery. No, he wasn't nearly that morbid. But it was this hill that opened up to the sky, that was what he could call home, no matter what hill in what land it was. All throughout his life he has sought out grassy hill after grassy hill, only to sprawl across them and watch the world spin around him. It comforted him and it allowed him to make sense of his thoughts; it's the only way he can keep a grip on himself before the madness lurking within him can engulf him.

So, naturally, Gregger tossed himself down onto the earth, one hand behind his head and the other laying limp above him. While beginning his stargazing, he said over to Ziven, "Ha, I bet that doesn't sound too appealing to you, does it? I only mean that, if we choose to stick around each other much, then you might loosen up to my ways. And in return I might become accustomed to yours."

Feeling a gust of wind sweep over them, Gregger leaned into it and breathed in deeply; he always felt more alive when breathing in a breeze, almost as if he were thieving it's life to feed his own. He let her question roll over his mind for a few moments, faces from his past suddenly flashing up and assaulting his mind's eye as he did so. Slowly at first, and then a little stronger, he said, "Hmm, yes.. There have been a number of people who have stayed with me, and I've picked up a little something from each of them. Phrases, gestures, hell, I've even adopted their laughs on occasion." He paused, unsure of his next words, " Sometimes.. sometimes I wonder if anything else about me is from them, besides these little manners."

He chuckled softly to himself. Should he go on? The thought itself hardly made any sense to him, so he doubted it would be anything to her. But, hey, why not?

"Occasionally I think back to how I used to be, before I met some of them. I used to be different. I know people change as they grow older and mature, but this doesn't feel.. natural. It's like I'm not myself anymore at times; I've become them." He ran his freehand through his already mussed up onyx locks, trying to find the right words for the disturbance inside of him. "I suppose I'm meaning my personality, though that word just doesn't seem to hold the gravity that it should for my purposes right now. But, yeah, I'm not sure if this is really me. Am I this loud, this rambunctious? Are these really my actions, or are they his? Are they hers? Do I say and do these things or was it just them? Why do I feel like a passenger in my own body?" With a exasperated sigh, he added, "I feel like a chameleon, but worse, and this probably made no sense to you."

The Dark King himself strode through the tombstones and graveyards gathering his might. The perfect setting for all things of darkness and shadow and death. The graveyard. There were several tricks Yawgmoth used to call on the power of the damned but those in this graveyard had never been unearthed to use for necromantic acts...perhaps soon he'd have to test their strength as undead, but for now they could rest peacefully. The darkness within and around him sensed the presence of his marking. It thundered a magical calling card to his darkness sense. How interesting that she would be in a place like this. But..there was another. Someone very unfamiliar. Time to show this other new person who was boss around this place. Yawgmoth tightened the bandanna of black around his face and headed towards the marking that remained on Ziven's shoulder. Upon reaching the two a wide grin crossed his face, he leaped on top of a crypt and peered down at the two and spoke "You know it's quite an odd place for you to be conversing with someone pet. There are terrible dangers in the graveyard around here. We hope your friend is well prepared to save you from them since so far, you have shown you cannot save yourself" He taunted with a wide toothy grin on his face. The black bandanna still surrounded his face and hid his eyeless sockets from view.

His visage transformed with a wry smile at her words. Some of the things these other people have committed through him were not what he could ever view of as correct or right in any sense, especially not for him. But before he could voice any of these thoughts, a new presence lured his attention away from speech. Gregger here was a curious creature before anything else, and someone new, in a setting such as this, was definitely more interesting to study than to finish out a few half-assed thoughts. Moments later, an alien voice flooded his sensitive ears, which was just enough to rip his gaze off of the starry sky and seek out this newcomer.

Oh, my, this new kid was just dripping with arrogance; his words and manner screamed with it. A small chortle escaped Gregger as he let his eyes rake up and down his form. Why, it looked as though Lord Yargalith, or whatever Ziven had called him, had a washcloth tied around his face! 'What an odd fellow,' Gregger inwardly chuckled, completely unaware of the fact that there happened to be a real reason for the bandanna. Figuring he should play nice, however, he raised his free arm and willed it into a simple wave. "It's really not that odd of a place. This is just some hill sprouting out of some land, surrounded by a bunch of rocks; one should not overlook it because of it's forced function," he idly stated, completely at a loss as to why some people thought it so strange that he enjoyed the occasional stroll through cemeteries.

After a moments thought over Yargalith's words, he turned to Ziven and asked with a sly smirk, "'Pet'? Why, Zivy, just how well do you know Yargalith here?"

(OOC: xD I can't help but think of that picture I doodled of this all now.. And, lmao, I just love it how he says Yargalith. whee )

Pursing her lips, she listened to the two converse. It seemed odd to her, rather unlike her first encounter with Yawgmoth, it seemed like he almost ... liked Gregger. It did not seem possible that one could impress such a finicky taste upon first meeting. If this were the case, she would be most impressed and surprised. Quietly she held herself, and kept back a bit, but felt it appropriate to fill in a little bit of the picture. She spoke softly, not truly wishing to admit the truth as it would raise further questions or discomfort for herself or those present. "Do not be ridiculous, I am fairly certain I have informed you that my master is the only that I would consider friend until I arrived here."