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"Your too kind with your words Ang."

*He tuirns and looks at Massor*

"Ha...you still are a young fool. Don't you remember what I can do, let anlone do it alone against the whole army? I haven't change one bit since those years ago. Yet I have may retired from fighting and wars, That won;t stop me from killing or putting someone in their place if need be or, the attack was brought upon me. So, be kind, or I'll knock back your EGO a few pegs like I did to so many people."

*He woukld walk over to a seat and sit down faceing everyone with his back against the wall.*

"Ah....my old Viewing spot."

i look over at desh "sorry desh i didnt mean to be kind, next time ill be more harsh with them" i then look to erik "and the lad is here now huh"

"Couple things...first, no Miss Miya, Lady Miya...nothing like that. Just Miya. Second of all....dont call me dear. Just because i am indeed a woman is no reason for special titles. None-the-less, i am happy to meet you." She smiled at him, taking his hand and shaking it with a small laugh as she released him, moving over to the couch. Sitting down, she glanced over at Desh, a fanged grin creeping across her lips. "Well well well...never thought of seeing you again Desh. Wreaking havoc as always?" Still grinning, she brought the bottle of water to her lips taking a deep drink from it again. Setting it down on the table, she gathered her wet hair up into a messy bun, before securing it with an ornate black chopstick she had tucked in the fold of the ribbon holding her bath robe closed.

Feigning suprise, she clasped a hand over her mouth looking back at him. "Desh...I dont know what to say! How about ******** off?" Grabbing his wrist, she almost threw it off of her shoulders, scooting as far away from him as possible on the couch. "Retired or not, lets not forget all the trouble we have had in the past, shall we? It just wouldnt work darling. But good luck with that!" Reclining back, she closed her eyes, stretching her arms above her. One could only hope he had been joking.

"Well, aside from the face that you are the most narcissistic, self-centered, egmoaniac i have ever met, your right. There is nothing wrong with you. You just...arent my type. Those who try to kill me, kill my best friend, and never said a good word me to before, well, they just dont work for me romantically. Dont take it personally...I have been enjoying being single." She didnt even try to get away from him this time, instead just looked over at him, giving him a slight grin. After all that they had been through before, no way wa he really interested in her.

Scooting over to him, she moved so that she was looking stright at his face. Slowly, she edged closer, tilting her head slightly until she was about an inch from him, staring straight into his eyes. "This wouldnt have anything to do with the fact that i am in a bathrobe, would it?," she muttered, almost inaudbiel to the rest of the room. As it appeared that she was going to kiss him, she laughed, standing up. "No one really changes Desh...you were Dirk's puppet before, and you always will be. "Moving on" is not as simple as saying it out loud Desh." Glancing back at him, she grinned however, "But you gain a few respect points for trying." With that, she walked upstairs to put some actual clothes on.

Krs stood up and glared at Eric. "What in the hell did I see in you in the first place. You know, some advice from your daughter is sometimes good to take." Krs shook her head and stormed off to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water and emptied half into the sink, the other half filled with blood from nowhere. She shook the contents up and took a drink. She returned to the living room and took a seat on the chair. "Mother ********> She muttered under her breath.