Dryac spruing to his feet and lifted the girl by her shirt, "Listen you brat, for one stop calling me boy when I am well over three hundred years old..." He gritted his teeth against a growing headache, "And Tina? What are you, three?" He dropped her and placed a hand on one of the counters, holding his head in the other.

He shook his head, rooting through at least three cupboards, fishing out a brown bottle and taking two of the pills, before handing it to the girl, "Headache tablets." He looked around, before pressing the buttons that made his suit fold up and become removable, he then placed it on the sofa next to were he now sat. "And there's no danger here in Asgard... nobody apart from the true norse can teleport here, and you won't be able to get out without me."

He walked around a little, trying to loosen up his clothes, after they had been creased up in that suit. "Besides, by the look of you, you're stiff. Looks like it's been a while since you slept somewhere comfortable." He pressed a button, the bym that was a floor beneath them raised up and was now in the room with them.

He pulled a pair of boxing gloves on, and started pounding on a punchbag. He stopped after a few swings, looking over at the girl, "Listen, I'm sorry I snapped and lifted you up, Loki was harr*censored*ing me, and... I don't know, with itall going on I guess I lost my head a bit." He went back to puncing on the punchbag, the muscle in his arms only now evident, as eachtime his fist landed on the punchbag his muscles tensed."

Zaina yelled angrily as Dryac lifted her up easily, and she squirmed, kicking over the lamp that lay on the side-table. 

''Well, I wouldn't call you 'boy' if you told me your name, you 300 year old idiot!'' she screamed angrily,'' Wow, in these 300 years, didn't the idea of an Anger Management cl*censored* ever cross that thick skull of yours?! Jeez!''

'' Well, if he's 300, he can disintegrate you in a jiffy,'' said Anubis meekly,'' If I were you, I'd tone down on the volume,''

''And you're a god that's aeons old!'' snapped Zaina mentally,'' Man up, Anubis!''

She turned to Dryac, and snatched the bottle from him. She uncorked it, and took it without any water. With a slight nod, she looked at the boy, and said,'' Thank you,''

'' Wow, you're so appreciating,'' mocked Anubis.

'' I'd really appreciate it if you stopped talking!'' yelled Zaina loudly. She turned red with embarrasement, and said meekly to the boy,'' Sorry. I was...uh, dealing with the God in my head,''

She frowned when Dryac said something about Asgard, and said,'' Listen, you. I don't want to be indebted to anyone, alright? I don't like living under someone else's roof and following their rules. Zaina Mubarak doesn't like being suppressed. I appreciate your hospitality, but seriously, get me out of here,''

However, when Dryac said the word 'sleep', Zaina finally realized how tired she was, and walked towards his staircase,'' Alright, you got me. I'll want to leave in the morning, though. Thanks again. Uh, if you don't mind, could I take a nap? You do sleep, right?''

''Seriously, do you want him to get all James Bond on you?'' sighed Anubis.

When Dryac apologized, Zaina's ex
pression softened, and she nodded.

'' Uh, it's alright, I suppose. You did lose your head a bit...good thing it's screwed back on, yeah?'' she laughed at her own lame joke, and widened her eyes at his muscles,'' Holy jackal...look at the size of those biceps! Man, you really have time on your hands to get that, eh?''

''Considering he's been around for 3 centuries, one would *censored*ume as much,'' said Anubis.

Zaina ignored his comment, and looked over at Dryac,'' How much do you press? A hundred pounds? Nah, that's probably child's play for you, eh? However, do you do any cardio? Cardio's awesome, man...keeps the blood pressure level low or some rubbish like that. Pardon me, now. I've had enough gym-y talk for the day. If you don't mind, I'd like to watch some telly, now. Yeah, that's a nice thought. Sorry if I come across as a pathetic guest, Boy Whose Name I Don't Know. I just haven't lived a good life for the past year, you know?'' 

He listened to what she had to say, what she said about being indebted to him, what she said about gym related things. Finally, he got what she was trying to get out of him, "My name's Dryac, I told you that right before you grabbed my sausage and ran from two cloaked figures." He jabbed at the punchbag a few more times, before removing and tossing the gloves to the side.

"I do sleep, only there's one bed in this place and I thought i'd let you have that, I'll take the couch." He thought a moment about what she said about not wanting to be indebted to him. "Again, listen, there's no debts were I'm concerned... Apart from that sausage you owe me." He smirked, "You can stay here as long as you care to, really, there's no danger here and it's not as if you'd be intruding, there's plenty of space in this place."

He pulled his jeans off, before letting himself fall onto the couch, crossing his ankles and placing his hands underneath his head. "Now clear off before I decide to take the bed, goodnight."

(I'ma timeskip here but you can just include Zaina's reponse to all that and then seperate it for the timeskip. ^_^)

Morning came and Dryac sat up, stretching the knots out of his back. "God morning Asgard..." He stood, walking to the kitchen and frying some meat, several rashers of bacon sizzling away in a pan.

He yawned, his eyes still tired, he hoped a hot breakfast would revitalize him.

Zaina yawned loudly as she slipped on a pair of slippers she found near the bed. Wow, that boy really splurged on his belongings, huh? She opened the door, and was thankful that Anubis hadn't yet started jabbering. Some peace. However, just before Zaina could step out of the door, a voice said loudly,'' You should really brush your teeth, you know. It's unhea-''

''Stop acting like my mother, Anubis!'' scowled Zaina, and she descended the staircase, ignoring Anubis's scoffs in her head.

''Good morning to you too, Dryac,'' said Zaina with a big grin,'' Thanks for sleeping on the couch. I really owe you. However, that sausage...you really want to pick on a weakling like me, don't you?''

She neared the stove, and took a deep breath. ''Wow, what's that your cooking? Is it pork? Please tell me it isn't. I'm not allowed to eat pork, and I could really benefit from some meat,''

She grinned as he yawned, and patted him on the back,'' You should really get some sleep, Dryac. That couch doesn't look very comfortable. Go on now, I'll make some food for the both of us,''

Without letting him even reply, she took the pan from him, and shook it slightly so that the strips of bacon would fry faster. '' I'm used to all this, go on now. I won't set this kitchen on fire. I've lived with three obnoxious brothers. No coffee, 'cuz it looks like you need some sleep. However, if you want to, have it. I'm not your mum, and I don't want to come across as dictating. How does bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast sound?''

[Sorry for the lame post. o__o] 

Name: Abigor Deumos

Age: around 19, though true age is unknown

Appearance:
Short, around 5'3''. She wear's a black denim jacket with various patches from diffrent metal bands sown down the back and sleeves. She also wear's black denim jeans aith a plain, long sleeved white shirt underneath. Her feet are adorned by thick, heavy combat boots, prime for stomping. She has long, sleek black hair down to the bottom of her spine and two, thick leather belts crossed over eachother around her waist. The wweapon she likes to use on the odd occasion she needs to fight is a single katana, however quite often a huge six shooter magnum is in her left hand.

Personallity:
Being the vessel of Isis, she is a temptress, using her body to get what she wants, the power eminating from Isis' spirit willing huans, be they male or female, to do whatever it is they need them to do in order to help them get their way.

History: She can't remember any of it, as Isis wiped it out in order to protect her from a particularly traumatic experience she had gone through whilst she was only a young child.

Other Details:
None.

Dryac took a few steps into the living room when Zaina took control of the plan, he had been smiling since she had said good morning, guessing it was a sarcastic reponse to his greeting his world. He strethced his arms out and bent backwards, in another attempt to get rid of the knots in his back. "Nah, I can sleep like a baby no matter where I'm lay, it's just the couch left me with more knots than you coud fit onto a piece of string..."

He walked into the gym, pressing a few other buttons, the weight gym flinging into the ground and an excercise mat raising up, "A few hundred sit ups and a shower, and I'll be right as rain." He lay on the excecise mat and began to excercise, thesix hundred sit ups he wanted to do done within a few minutes." He stood, twisting and bringing a few clicks from his back. "Ah! as good as ever."

He nodded at Zaina as he went up the stairs to the shower, coming back down ten minutes later with only a towell around his middle, deciding his suit the best thing to wear for what he had planned today. "If you're not one for nudity look away now." he said, chuckling as he picked up the cuiraiss and clipped it onto  his upper torso, turning away from her and dropping the towell as the suit fastened and folded over him.

he turned, twisting his neck ot the sides in order to make sure it wasn't stiff, flexing his shoulders before engaging the helmet, "Have you ever wanted to meet the god of the norse gods? I'm sure grandad aint too busy."

''Dude, seriously. You could have given me some kind of a warning, man!'' groaned Zaina as the boy entered, clad in only a towel. She cringed, and fized her gaze on the eggs that were sizzling in the pan. She stirred it a bit, and when Dryac said the thing about the Norse gods, Zaina shrugged.

''I don't know, maybe...''she said slowly,'' I mean, won't they go all ninja on me, considering I've got an Egyptian God in my body?''

''I'm your vessel, honey!'' said Anubis mockingly in my head.

''I'm no one's vessel!'' I screeched, and smiled endearingly at Dryac,'' Oh, that's not for you,''

Considering the eggs cooked well enough, she got out two plates, and served herself some egg, putting some bread in the toaster.

'' I may make your food,'' she said with a grin,'' But I'm not serving you. About that God thing, yeah, sure. But I don't want to see that father of yours. He scares me,'' 

''Wow, what is up with men and started fights with every second person?'' mumbled Zaina to herself. 

''Oh, please!'' scoffed Anubis,'' Let me count the number of boys back in Cairo you sent home sobbing...Rafeeq, Micah, Akbar, Saleem, that blonde tourist boy-''

''Oh, stop it,'' said Zaina, color rushing up her cheeks,'' Why do you keep track of everything I do?''

Zaina narrowed her eyes and Dryac, and blew raspberry at him, and said,'' Hey hey! Mama tells me I cook well, alright?''

The thought of her mother made Zaina's ex
pression drop, but she shook her head. Running away was her decision. She had to deal with the consequences now.

Zaina followed Dryac, still thinking about her family, when another person barged past them, and Dryac tackled the person. Zaina stared in shock, and exclaimed,'' Holy...Dryac, what are you doing?!''

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''What am I doing back in this cursed place?'' muttered Yates to himself as he crossed the streets of Berlin. He hated Germany. It wasn't that something disastrous took place here, Yates just didn't like Berlin. It was always cold, and he couldn't understand the stupid language. However, being the son of a Norse god, Germany was his home, whether he liked it or not. A girl walked past him, a scowl on her face, and Yates ignored her.

He sighed, and got out a bill from his pocket as he neared a coffee stand.

''A latte, please,'' he said with an endearing smile to the man,'' My mamma likes 'em,''

The man at the stand beamed back, and nodded. Yates thanked the man as he gave him the coffee, and started down the road again. He took a sip from the coffee, and stopped dead in his tracks. He could feel something...and that was the kind of aura he usually got at Asgard. He spun around, but just saw a girl walking behind him. However, there was something about her that intrigued him. There was an aura radiating from her, and he couldn't hit the nail on the head. 

[Cue Abigor?]