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A soft greenish blueish glow started forming in the night air in front of Ziven's door. A small electrical snap and crackle and there stood the seven foot, eight inch tall Phyrexian Preator. Gix. The towering metal man stood upright like a humanoid and was ..pretty hideous by human standards for looks. Gix was here on personal business. As preator it was his duty to watch over Yawgmoth his patron, god and leader. Ziven was for some reason or another an interest of Lord Yawgmoth's, and the preator intended to find out why. Besides, fleshy things interested him. And if this particular one had peaked a being like Yawgmoth's interest. Gix was sure to find something fun inside. His 'naked' body moved up to the door and he placed the side of his head against the door frame listening for movement. He stood straight up and knocked three times loudly on the door with his phyrexian alloy coated knuckles. "Hello, is there a Miss Ziven present within the vicinity of this home?" a deep hallow robotic voice called out.

Gix bowed not so much in respect but common courtesy to speak eye to eye. "Personal interest, business perhaps. If I would be allowed in I will be more than happy to explain the reasons behind my visit" The preator finished, a smile on his face as well. Though, with the structure of his face it was hard to keep his smiles from looking evil in intention. Perhaps it was just the way Yawgmoth had designed his metallic creatures of war.

Gix's metal eyebrow above his gleaming yellow eyes arched upward in curiosity. "It would have been no trouble to duck but thank you. The gesture is appreciated." the preator said walking through her home's entrance into her house. "Are you the only one inhabiting the place currently? Or do you have something of a room mate here? Perhaps a lover? A boyfriend?" Gix quickly put one of his hands on his upper lip and made a slight cough. "Ahem. I apologize. My reasons for visiting are merely to observe you myself. Forgive my curious nature. If anything I ask offends or does merit an answer. Simply decline to answer. I will understand" He said peering about at the home she had.

Gix chuckled at the sight of the cat. "So just you and a pet it would seem. No bipedal sentient creatures?" He inquired. "In phyrexian methodology cats and dogs are not considered sentient to us for they think in only a few dimensions. If you believe them to be sentient by fleshy creature definition then my apologizes." Gix added since he had not meant it to sound like the cat wasn't intelligent. To Phyrexians sentient and intelligent were two very different concepts.

"I do not require sustaining foods and drinks as you fleshy creatures do. But I am not opposed to consuming such things either. Whatever you offer is fine." Gix said turning his eye onto the cat who was eyeing him. "You know they say cats especially, because of their supposed perceptive abilities, are able to stare into the soul of a being with eye contact. What would Mask see staring into me then? I am without such things for I am..how do you say it, artificially created. Given life by another creature other than a supreme deity" Gix chuckled slightly looking around for a place to sit down and converse. Gix would need a strong couch or metal chairs anything less would crush under his great mass. "I would like not to damage anything so to sit, I will require a sturdy couch or a metal chair. I do not look like much but due to my being mostly metal I weight a great deal and would surely crush wooden furniture under my weight." he said scanning with his yellow eyes always returning to the cat. That thing too interested Gix.

Gix blinked his metallic eyelids shut once and smirked a little "Quite adept in the arts of mana use aren't we?" he asked Ziven sitting in the chair she had conjured for his use. "Well now that I am seated I will explain further my reasons for being here" Gix said taking a small breath. It was interesting to see his chest plate inflate despite it being made of metal. There was apparently more flesh on him than appeared. "I am here as an ambassador of sorts. Since Phyrexia is currently not engaged in war time with Earth I come as that functionality. More importantly, I am here to observe you Miss Ziven. My job as preator is to ensure the survival and well being of our god and patron Yawgmoth. Yawgmoth has desires we Phyrexian's do not. These desires, such as the desire to replicate by mating, cloud his judgmental abilities and that is where we come in. Since Phyrexians are mechanoid by classification we do not suffer from these judgmental flaws. So you could say, I am here to ensure you plan no assassination on Yawgmoth. No harm to our patron god. Despite his enormous power for anyone who notes the method with which he carries himself, it is quite easy to find a weak point and use these judgmental errors he makes to exploit them to a victory." Gix paused and put a finger to his lips before he held it up like he'd just got the light bulb to click on inside his head "So if would not mind for my own purposes, answering the following questions. What does Yawgmoth desire from or with you? Do you intend to comply with his request? Why or why not? If Yawgmoth is denied and attempts to forcefully grasp or acquire whatever he is after do you intend on harming him to avoid this acquisition?"

The metal man tilted his head to one side while she spoke. His gleaming yellow orbs of eyes scanned her up and down and he nodded solemnly. "I see. Yawgmoth believes you are inferior then. More so than your abstinence from mating rituals. Yawgmoth finds you flawed, weak if I may clarify." He said "To Lord Yawgmoth those who have such weaknesses should not be aloud to live around him, so he either kills them off or attempts to correct what he feels these weaknesses are. Perhaps, in that twisted mind of his, he feels that taking that which makes you pure, he will corrupt you into being stronger than you are now. But to me, I see no changes I would make. Your adeptness with the magical arts is not easy to come by anymore. And between us, the thought of fleshy creatures mating is one I do not wish to squeeze onto my brain." The preator finished with a light smile on his ugly metal face. "However, I do believe that if you resist, he will attempt to force it on you. I do not recommend fighting back, but I also do not recommend giving up. Giving up to him is another sign of weakness and I've no doubt that should you submit and give up, after he gets what he wants he will kill you. The solution is not easy, but as Titus has already stated to you. Boredom is Yawgmoth's greatest weakness. Continually having to play games with you will bore him soon enough. I do suppose you have lasted this long. Maybe he will let you off of the hook."