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[Lord Yawgmoth]

"Precisely why we're here." Yawgmoth's voice trailed as he moved to step in front of her path blocking her way towards the building. "Someone went and tried to poison Crow's bottle of blood. She kept it hidden away, we imagine only a few people know where. Being her kin and always around that bar we think, you know where it is. And we think you have plenty of reasons to want Crow out of the way." His grin widened into more of a sadistic twist, a mocking personification of a smile that just made it that much more creepy to stare at.

"So we're just going to ask Angel, point blank. Did you try to take the coward's way out and poison her, taint that bottle in any way? If you did we'll be very disappointed in you." he made a small tisk tisk sound with his tongue and teeth. "The leader of all the do gooders and heroes and whelps around this dump, and you went and did something that someone sneaky and evil would do. We think we'd be upset if you killed her in combat, but at least we'd have some respect for you for earning your kill. But poison is a coward's weapon, a meek little sheep too afraid to confront the wolf." he stalked towards her looming as he unfolded his arms from his chest. "So little sheep, did you or did you not try to poison the big bad wolf?"  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

"If I wanted her dead, she would be." Angel's green eyes narrowed. "She always thinks I tamper with her bottle, you know this because that is how we met." Her narrow shoulders shrugged as she stared at the mark Crow had placed on him. "Perhaps it went bad?" Shaking her head she placed her index finger on against her temple. "Think Yawgbeast, who have you had run ins with lately?" Her crimson hair flowed behind her, tussled by the wind as they stood just yards away from the welcoming light of the bar. To shift blame on an enemy would be easy. "The dragon Ryu perhaps?"  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

The Lord of the Wastes only cackled. "The dragon?! The lizard may be a fool but he was trying to bury his shovel in Crow's yard if you get what we mean. Why poison her after she chose us and not try to poison us instead? But more to the point, the lizard seemed to have some sense of honor. We don't think he'd resort to the coward's method against a woman he was trying to sleep with." Yawgmoth wasn't falling for that logic. The gone bad excuse seemed just as weak. Since when did blood of that kind of magical beast 'go bad' and cause the kind of things she was experiencing? Not that he'd ever heard of.

When she mentioned that's how they met it hit him. Of course Angel knew where it was, all of her sisters did. Her comment about run ins made it clear. They hadn't run in with Star or Daisy or the other sisters. Just Angel and that punk with the guns who wounded her. Whatever his name was. If not the red head...then him. A man using guns instead of fighting like a warrior would be the type to poison someone. Now it made sense. His cackling ceased and his gaze became narrowed and focused on her. "Oh you under handed c**t....If it wasn't you, it was that boy with the guns you were hanging around. The one who didn't defend you when our boot was pushing you on the ground in front of her." he snarled and spat off to the side. "You're coming with us now, to have a little chat with your sister. So we have one word for you.." he began. A swirling blaze of purple fire burst around his large towering form as the energy within began to swell, Yawgmoth was ready to attack. "Run."  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Angel looked past him, the bar was so close. She could sense his energy and wanted nothing of this man. Angel had not wanted this, she had wanted to continue her training. If she confided this truth in him, she was sure he would snap her neck. There was no bargaining with this evil creature. She doubted her wiles would come to any use either. Her heart screamed run! Her head tried to betray her. Why protect someone that wasn't there for her now. Angel had speed, she hadn't used it in awhile but she had to try. She dodged towards the left then broke out to the right headed towards the window. The door stuck sometimes, the glass would surely break.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

There was a snapping sound, like the branches of the tree she was hiding in cracked and buckled under some great weight but that wasn't it. That wasn't the source of the noise. A large blackened tendril had formed nearby and was cracking like a whip through the air to snap around her waist, her leg, her ankle, whatever it could get a hold of to keep her from running, keep her from jumping into the bar. He could surely follow her in to the bar but that made things considerably more difficult for him. Other people, light to use against him, distractions. No no no. If he were going to ensnare her and catch his prey it would have to be here now. Among the nightfall where he was most powerful and when she was alone. His fingers twitched, if his tendril got a hold of her he wanted to be ready for it drag her back down into the darkness with him so he could fulfill his promise to his dark lady and bring her back.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Angel saw the light getting closer, her heart thundering in her chest promised her freedom. She jumped, braced herself for the impact of the glass when everything went awry. Her body jerked backwards, something caught her around her waist sending her plummeting into darkness. She would have screamed had she found the voice. The leader of the RDS hurled back into an unknown fate.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

Yawgmoth's form followed quickly after the tendril pulling the large man into the darkness. What a lovely evening he was about to have. The Lord of the Wastes and Angel were both swallowed by the blackness and down into the depths they went. What horrors would befall a certain one of them remained to be seen for now, but would surely come to shape the future.  

[Kumouri-kun]

Finally arriving to where he felt Yawgmoth's energy, he looks around, but doesn't see him in sight. he scowls realizing the dark one had just left. Now Ryu was getting mad. he'd been denied pleasurable fun, He'd foolishly let the only one around to give him a worth while fight go, not once, but twice now. Storm clouds began to form overhead which were ever expanding. He was going to get some kind of satisfaction from this place, one way or another, even if it meant leaving the place as nothing more than a smoldering ruin.  

[Michael Vincent Viceroy]

~Vincent stepped out into the night with a sense of dread. He would have to tell Angel about what he had seen in the bar and how the big fella wasn't even affected by the swill he drank. He, personally was against such underhanded trickery but he wasn't the one Angel had gone to for help. Why would she, they had only met in passing before this all came to fruition. He looked up into the tree she had hidden in.~

"Miss Angel, You can come out now."

~The tress was empty, he turned around, perchance he had the wrong one? No, the ground was disturbed. He followed the tracks of crushed greenery then bent to touch the strands of red hair that he surmised had fallen in a struggle that happened right below the window of the bar. Pacing back and forth the trail went nowhere. Angel was gone. He kicked in the door of the bar with enough force to send it from it's hinges. Vincent, who was known to have a level head was angry. He stormed into the light of the bar, wincing slightly so his eyes could adjust and spoke one word...or name.~

"ALI"  

[Kumouri-kun]

Ryu took on his Dragon form and rose into the air, Lighting flashing around his dark form. He was becoming like the storm he summoned, malevolent and wrathful.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

Below the dragon, rising from the shadows of the night came the Lord of the Wastes. His arms were at his sides, his playful body language and mocking expressions gone. All that remained was a serious expression. Like it had been set in stones of hatred. He took one breath and bellowed up so the dragon could hear the commanding tones of Yawgmoth. "You picked the wrong night to start something you overgrown lizard. The last time we engaged you, we played with you as a cat plays with a mouse and almost burned those pretty scales off your body." he called out. His voice was full of spite and malice. There were no grins, smirks, smiles, cutesy turns of phrase. He was direct and blunt. The dragon was keeping him from something he viewed as far more important.

"You have two choices. Flee with your tail between your legs and don't come back. Or, fight us here. At night. When we're very angry. The choice is yours but if you pick the latter, here's what's going to happen. We're going to pluck every scale off of your body after we kill you and make a shiny set of armor and a nice pair of boots to go with them. You, boy, have no idea who you're ******** with. And if you stay, you're going to learn. very. Painfully." the Lord of the Wastes yelled to the clouds. The last sound was a primal yell echoing up to the air. Yawgmoth's power flared and a massive column of swirling purple fire engulfed him and spun into the sky casting off with another quick beastial growl. Narrowed crimson eyes looked up at the lizard, crackling bits of purple energy moved over his body from time to time making the air snap and pop. No more games. No more holding back for its own sake. Crow had lost her powers, Angel stole them and this dragon was in the way. Pride was the only thing that kept Yawgmoth from showing the full extent of his primordial dark power but he knew he wouldn't need it. Not tonight.  

[Kumouri-kun]

Ryu look down to the bug that was crating such an annoying sound towards him. He saw whom it was and a grin came to his lips. I recall that fight as well, and yes you nearly did have me in my weakened state. But even in said state I know I hit you hard enough to cough up blood. And even when you engulfed me in your shadows I shook that off like a coat of cooled lava. I spared you because I realized how foolish I was being for fighting over a mere nights pleasure. But I also gave you a warning, and now you choose to not heed said warning. So why should I heed yours? His voice booming like thunder.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

Yawgmoth started laughing, his maddening cackle bursting over the air. "You believe you spared us?! You overestimate your own ability lizard. We fought you with nothing but a tiny fraction of what we are capable of, because if we had used the full force of our might the fight would have been over" he snapped his fingers "Like that. And those are no fun. Like we told you, you have no idea who you're dealing with. You're out of your league boy. But" the Lord of the Wastes stared upward, crimson gleaming orbs shimmered among the night. "We're not in the mood to play games with you tonight. If you don't heed our warning, you're going to die. Plain and simple." he called. He didn't feel the need to sugar coat his words with fancy turns of phrase or other words. It was night, he was angry, one overgrown lizard and some clouds weren't about to stop him from getting back into Crow's dungeon and "sorting" everyone there out.