Odin M Yggdrasi

I believe it is actually Google that is going to take over the world. The center of industrialization in reality takes the form of a 'front' of sorts, like a relative line that slowly creeps westward over the course of decades. 50 years ago it was in the Americas. 30 years ago it was Japan. 10 years ago it was China. China is actually going the way of Japan and America now as point of fact. If my guesses are correct, that front where rapid modernization and industrial growth is west of China in the countries that were formerly part of the USSR. They're not going to take over the world, they are just going to dominate the marketplace for the next decade before the front moves further west and they see a peak and decline. Google on the other hand is omnipresent. They operate worldwide and are not chained to any particular physical location. Nearly every civilized country in the world has come to depend on Google, or make extensive use of them. If anyone really is capable of taking over the world as it stands right now, Google is the closest to it.

Making progress, and still with great comedy too. Though I am curious, who DID really kill DB. Or for the matter, is he really even dead?

I'd just as soon clean it up and laugh it off, going out for revenge will only escalate it. Though if it happens again, then I would worry about finding the culprit and having them nailed for trespassing and vandalism.

I hath made a triumphant return from the lands of the dead... with NEW IMAGES [img]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/sbssean1987/motivator9503869.jpg[/img]

As far as I am concerned, TV as a whole is over-rated and utterly worthless. Aside from the news, it is almost all nonsense or stupidityfests.

Here's what to do. 1. Get a job. And not just any old job, I'm talking 2-3 full time jobs doing anything you can possibly do. She needs to get a job as well, otherwise you'll never have enough money. 2. You can forget college. Between working to pay for your kid and spending time with her and the kid you won't ever have a chance to go. 3. Don't even think about getting government aid. They'd be all too willing to hand it out, and you would piss off everyry hard-working middle class person out there by getting handouts at their expense. 4. (Should probably be #1 or #2): Marry the girl. 5. Before your kid has a chance to have the same thing happen to them, educate them on safe sex and how to avoid having this kind of thing happen, so that they don't end up in the same situation as you.

America has fallen I think. We were once a great people, now we live in a crumbling nation polluted with worthless people and stupid politicians. Fortunately, but also unfortunately, nations and empires never last more than 350 years. Given that the US was established in 1776, and we are in 2008 now, it is likely that many of us may be alive when the huns- who have already appeared as the terrorist groups of the world, succeed in destroying this country. In addition, the economy is on the verge of collapse due to rising energy costs, and thus far it looks like no solutions are feasible in the long term. So yes, America is still great in some ways. However it is losing it's shine. Do not come to the United States of America, because the dream that built this country is no longer what runs this country. All you'll find here is hard work, low wages, greedy politicians, businessmen, the IRS center, and a few cultural relics that have survived the passage of time. Instead, we are now powered by bureaucrats and commercial interests. In any case, remembering those who followed their dream and built a country of dreams is what fourth of July is really about, not fireworks beer and barbecues. I like to think that the American Dream still lives in the hearts of those who live in this country, but for many all that remains is pride- nothing else makes america different from the rest of the world anymore. Someday, the dream will be reborn again in this land. It could only be in America that the American Dream lives. But for now, enjoy the fireworks and parties, and remember the dream that built all we have.

*is resisting a violent urge to break into the song by Haddaway* There is more to love than just action. Passion, Romance, looking out for each other play a role in relationship love, which is a bit different from family love because those elements are present in higher amounts. Love also means that even though you might argue with somebody at times, you truely and deeply do care about them- and if they need help you will drop everything to protect them. In addition, the things you say about someone you love and what you tell them is another way of showing just how much you love somebody. If you talk sweetly to them, and tell them how much they mean to you- then back this up with actions that prove it, most people will realize just how much you love them and make an effort to return that love. Though it is a combination of words and actions. Say you love them, but then do something to show them just how much you meant it.

Certain types of Ramen are good, though a lot of them don't satisfy my taste and even the good ones take two or three packs to satisfy my hunger when I am making a meal of them. Though my favorites are Beef, Chicken, and Mushroom.

I'm afraid most 'extreme' sports are tame in my book. Now try bullriding. 8 seconds of pure insanity, and loving every single one of them. Mustang riding is even more fun, the last one I fought for half an hour including two unplanned dismounts because of loose equipment before he finally gave up and moved along nicely. Though Bandito wasn't as bad as some, mostly just running fast and turning suddenly. If he had rolled or started bucking I might not have done as well. And the ultimate extreme sport? Fire Swimming. If you are good, you won't get burned for about 30 seconds in direct contact with the flames. If you aren't so good at it, better have good insurance.

[b]Caramell[/b] [i]Caramelldansen Speedycake Remix[/i] Yes the girls are still dancing in my Otakuboards banner, and I still enjoy this song. Kind of a shame that the girls came from a Hentai anime, though I might watch it anyway after finding out just how bad of a perverted series it is. I can deal with it if it is less than Elfen Lied, though more than that and I wont watch it. This song is still spreading like the plague as well, I've heard about 20 people in reality listening to it in the past week, thinking it as something new. [quote name='8bit'][FONT="Tahoma"][COLOR="DimGray"] Dude all Dragonforce songs sound the same. If you've heard TtFaF you've pretty much heard all their songs. lol[/COLOR][/FONT][/QUOTE] Not quite. Through the fire and the flames definately sounds different from songs like Operation Ground and Pound, and Revolution DeathSquad is very different in sound from the others.

It's more like getting hit by lightning honestly. True love just kind of happens sometimes, while searching for love you will never find it. Though it doesn't hurt to get to know people, and the odds are better that way.

[quote name='keitaro583']there's this girl thats in my school band and the band was taking a trip to hershey park and what had happened was that she let me feel her up a bit and i we were sorta connecting and then she goes of and makes out with one of my friends dead in my face!!!!! when i saw this i was devastated and betrayed my friend felt even worse he had a girlfriend already and he loves her alot. so while he was freaking out about what happened the girl was like "im sorry , im sorry"to me and i just diddnt want to hear her crap so i stormed off and later on while on the buses she said "you know i still love you right?" i said guess now i dont know what to do should i go out with her or say "SCREW YOU"?:confused::confused::confused:[/QUOTE] She sounds like a cheap whore honestly, no offense intended. A girl shouldn't be feeling you up when you barely know her, and the fact that she then went right over and did the same to someone else means she's basically desperate to get shagged and should be avoided as the odds of making a real relationship are low. Far better to get to know someone before doing stuff like that, it is more stable when a relationship does form and usually more passionate and intimate when it does reach that point because you both know that you really love each other. And Chivalry does get mocked a good bit now days, so does Chaste. However to those who practice them both, they mean a lot. I could care less what people think about my being chivalrous. It's just what I do, and I also remain chaste until marriage because I believe it is right.

[I] Please god, let someone help me![/I] Blasted into Martel’s head, causing her to wince as though she had just taken a bowling ball to the face. “Darn kids, they need to learn to control their thoughts. In any case, it seems like that bunch we ran into earlier got in trouble again. Should I go give them a hand?” Martel asked Odin. “I’m going with you, this is as much a problem for me as it is for you.” Odin answered back, grabbing his weapons and changing outfits. This time he would be wearing black leather pants and a trench coat, the inside pockets lined with ammunition and small handguns. It was after dark, and as long as he didn’t encounter the law directly should blend in nicely as a gangster. “Alright. Quickly, she sounded desperate.” Martel answered, grabbing her guns and stuffing an extra box of ammunition into her ample cleavage as she put on a loose-fitting coat. The pair quickly doused the lights and shut off the power, then stepped rapidly out into the streets and made their way in a hurry towards where the call had come from, the thoughts of fear and the cry for help repeating in Martel’s head the whole way. It wasn't really that far though, barely a block away. As skilled at fighting and running as Odin and Martel are, it only took them a few seconds to reach it. ~ Scene with ABEL, about three minutes after the call for help had blasted into her mind~ Arriving at the battle scene with ABEL but keeping their distance for the moment, Martel checked that her guns were indeed loaded as Odin did the same. Observing the scene, ABEL has a tight grip on Kaelthrin and seemed as though he was about to kill him. Odin nodded to Martel from their hiding spots, and she stepped into view. “Put him down.” Martel declared loudly and clearly, taking her pistol out and leveling it at ABEL, cranking back the hammer. “We do not wish to harm you or any of your belongs or friends, however if you do not release him immediately I will shoot.” Odin stepped out of his hiding spot, looking at ABEL and adapting his gait to match that of a punk, in order to confuse them as this was one of his many costumes. “And this is why we can’t coexist peacefully, because some people get too jumpy and try to tear one another’s heads off just for getting a little bit close. It makes me sick you know, to see a modified human fighting another modified human over something so trivial I doubt it is any more than a personal space issue. Martel, make good on your word.” “I planned to Odin. He’d better let go or there will be a .38 special full jacketed through his skull, and will find out if there really is a god or not.” Martel remarked, though she didn’t want to have to shoot she certainly wouldn’t hesitate if it proved necessary.

I am a nerd, and I am proud of it. Its kind of like the term Otaku, in it's original usage it is derogatory but these days it is hardly considered an insult or anything bad and indeed many people desire being like that. Not much else to say on the matter, as long as you don't start singing Wierd Al: White and Nerdy around me.

~ Underground ~ [I]Black Mist this is Pinky. Is Brain there?[/I] Came a thought into Martel?s head. She was resting with Odin while they watched the news. Flinching slightly at the sudden interruption in her thoughts, she answered the call. [I]He?s here all right. Have you found anything pinky? It?s rude to barge into my thoughts like this, you know how I can?t stop listening completely and if you think hard enough I will hear it.[/I] Martel thought back to the agent that had contacted her. Poking Odin to get his attention, she pointed to her head so that Odin would know someone was trying to reach him. [I] I managed to hack into the surviving records of Project Nature, and was able to retrieve the information on just what happened to you two. If you increase the payment by another $100 or so, I believe I can get you a full access copy of that information along with the names and identities of all those involved. [/I] came the stranger?s thoughts into Martel?s mind, she was relaying the conversation to Odin so he would know what was up. They had to stay quiet to as to avoid revealing their location if anyone was outside. [I]All right, though you?d better make it good pinky. Brain will be very mad if he has to pay you another $100 for data he could have gotten himself. [/I] Martel thought back to the informer, an anonymous information dealer who was one of many they ?employed? for reconnaissance. She licked her lips at the thought of what his payment would really be, since Odin never let people who had gathered information for him live. [I]Better save plenty of room when we go out to dinner and pick up that information right Martel? He knows too much now, let?s use him and then eliminate him as a lose end.[/I] Odin thought to Martel, wrapping himself around her as she embraced him. They were enjoying their evening alone together, and yet still getting business done as usual. It wouldn?t be long, before Odin?s plans would come to light and those who did this to him and many others suffer before the hands of their own creation. And then, the world would know just how terrible their governments had been as that event started a chain reaction exposing conspiracy after conspiracy in a carefully constructed scenario that would result in the corrupt government being demolished. He wasn?t the kind of person to want to be king, in fact he even would tell people ?I would rather be a peasant than a king, because all a king does is sit on his throne and get a headache. However society needs a leader of some kind, and thus kings and presidents are chosen.? Martel on the other hand, given the chance she would be the queen of the universe and still crave more power and more minions to serve her. She loved being with Odin though, because even though she was well aware of her role as his figurehead she could serve him well and benefit from his company and intelligence with regard to her own schemes. Government agents, spies, civilians, soldiers. They were all just pawns, parts of Odin?s master plan but not even close to actually being the root or important. Indeed, Odin preferred to employ a stand-alone-complex of sorts in order to prevent a breach in one area of his network from crippling his efforts. Except for a few bands of thugs on the edges, nearly all of the members of his organized crime ring operated independently, only connected through expendable information dealers and the thought-link to Martel which could not be snooped except by someone with similar powers, allowing her to serve as the queen of this hivemind structure of independent thoughts and actions to reach a common end. And then there was Odin, the true mastermind and the one who would have his revenge for what happened to him. All those who supported coexistence were welcome to join the cause and would be spared. All those who opposed, would perish just like the fly he had squashed under a newspaper while watching Abel earlier that day. Things were definitely going to start happening, and soon.

[quote name='Raiha'][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Tahoma"]I OBJECT! My lawyer was defective! Seriously! Come on! You could've done so much better protecting me from...a heavy fine. *facepalm*[/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] Awful expensive Klondike bar don't you think? However, if you wish to plead insanity please make your case since that was a pretty nutty thing you did. Also, the line about the mob boss was priceless. And why the heck is it always Mayor Wallace or Mayor Wilson? I think every single Mayor I know of has been a Wallace or Wilson. I like how this is going, keep it up.

~ Alley near Rika?s house~ [I]These kids don?t have a clue what they are dealing with.[/I] Odin thought, letting Martel read it from him. He looked at the corpses they had just carelessly left about, and the destruction from the earlier battle. [I]They apparently seem to be able to survive like this anyway, even if they are careless and even kind of stupid about their tactics. I wouldn?t worry about them, since even if they did figure out who we really are I doubt they would rat us out when they are in the same fix.[/I] Martel thought back to Odin, her fangs showing as she dragged the fresh bodies into a pile for disposal. [I]Please tell me you aren?t still hungry. You had a whole one already. [/I] Odin though, noticing Martel?s interest in the blood still dripping from the corpses. He worried about her sometimes, in at least one instance she had overindulged herself a bit when there were fresh bodies about, causing herself much discomfort the rest of the night. Unfortunately, her urge to drink blood was far easier to satisfy than resist, and with the amount of combat she had been in since they got together the effects were visible in her figure. He turned and walked up behind her, putting his arms around her waist and holding her belly to remind her where all the blood ended up. [I]I?m trying not to Odin, but when I see fresh blood it?s like I have room for a little more. [/I] Martel thought back, forcing herself to look away from the bodies she had piled up and handing a grenade to Odin to dispose of them. [I]I wonder if they really did get away, and if that stranger I saw on my way here ever showed up. [/I] Odin thought as he pulled the pin on the grenade and put it in the pile of bodies to blow them to oblivion so that people wouldn?t be able to easily identify them. Usually seeing the corpses explode also would satisfy Martel?s interest, at the very least she would have an easier time resisting the urge once the blood-filled bodies were no longer in front of her. [I]We should return to the underground with all speed, if they sent reinforcements this quickly it?s probable that more are coming. The kids are on their own for now I guess. [/I] Martel thought back to Odin, sensing the danger they were in right now. Taking Odin?s hand and cleaning the blood off of herself as she hid the loot in various places on her person, the two of them stepped quickly out of the alley together as if they had just finished something personal in the otherwise abandoned alley. Avoiding the patrols, and looking like an ordinary human couple with Martel smiling cheerfully and Odin talking to her as they moved along, they went several blocks in the opposite direction from the others, before ducking into a dark alley once more, and from there returning to the depths of the underground where Odin?s group lurked. ~ Underground, Renegade Lair~ [I]Odin do you think we will be able to stay in this hideout for a bit? So far they haven?t traced us down, and since we control the bruisers using my mind-link without revealing our true whereabouts the only people to enter and leave this place regularly are us. [/I] Martel thought to Odin, using her mind link instead of speaking out loud because it was convenient for her. [I]Hopefully, though even if we don?t get revealed it is still safer to move from time to time to keep from getting pinned down in an ambush. [/I] Odin answered back in his thoughts, sitting comfortably on a couch near his computer. Martel got herself a glass of Sangria wine from the refrigerator, and sat on Odin?s lap where he could feel her weight and her warmth up close. Taking a sip of the wine, which was as red as the blood she had fed on before, she said out loud ?Odin, do you really think your plan will work? I want a world in which we can live on the surface like normal humans, and not have to hide our identities anymore.? ?I believe it will Martel. And if it doesn?t, it will either fail and take us with it, or we will remain here in the underground the rest of our lives.? Odin answered back, wrapping his arms around Martel and holding her comfortably. She wasn?t the most slender of girls, but her chubby figure concealed amazing strength and ability, gifted by her modification and adding to the strength she had before being modified. Often it was Martel who got Odin out of a tight battle, while Martel would have the favor returned by getting Odin?s help in the mental warfare department. ?Hopefully you?re right. Many of the supernatural and modified agree with our scheme, to very carefully topple the corrupt existing government and establish a new order where we may live freely in peaceful coexistence with the normal people.? Martel remarked, sending status updates to the various thugs and bruisers that had become of their forces. ?When do you think we will be ready to move?? ?Soon, very soon now. It is almost time for those who hate us to perish, and those who will accept us to survive. The governments that did this to us shall all burn in the flames of the hell they themselves made.? Odin answered, his tone very different from before. Holding up his finger, a bright white flame appeared on it as his holy aura was channeled briefly before he dismissed it again.

People have told me I should be a lawyer, because you are right on the money I am not someone to be ignored easily. So far it looks quite promising, I like where this is going. By chance, what would the inspiration for this be though? It's quite entertaining, and I am curious how you got this idea. I do see one small snag though. Doing all that for a simple klondike bar, doesn't that seem a touch unusual among one's train of thought? There may be additional motives behind this, and the truth shall be revealed in due time. Keep it up, I look forward to seeing what you can do.

~ Abandoned Streets not far from the site of battle, Odin Yggdrasil~ “You don’t have to walk alone you know. Especially not in this neighborhood, too many dangerous people and too much going on. Did you hear the gunshots and that explosion not long ago?” A handsome young man called out, having seen ABEL walking nearby and climbed down from the stack of junk crates he was resting upon to greet him. He was in his workingman outfit, roughed up a touch as though he had just been fired and was moping about the alley debating suicide or going home with the bad news. [I]Odin I’ve returned to base, the body will be drained and then disposed of as your protocol specifies. You still out and about, or are you headed back down too.[/I] came Martel’s thoughts into Odin’s mind. [I]I’ve decided to investigate these people a little bit personally; at the very least they may be of use to our cause.[/I] Odin thought back to Martel, while maintaining his act in front of ABEL. Moping as though he had just lost everything, while acting as though he sought console in this stranger he had found, it was a test of his to see if this was indeed an ordinary person or another experiment since he seemed unusual. The stranger seemed uninterested at the moment, and acted as though he hadn’t seen him walking right past. Unaffected, Odin picked up his pace and stepped briskly towards the scene of the earlier battle, interested in these people Martel had stumbled upon while hunting. It seems though the door was still locked, so Odin called out to Martel in his mind. [I]Yes Odin? Is there something I can do for you?[/I] Martel projected to Odin, having heard his calls in her mind. [I]Can you get them to open this door for me? I wish to speak with them about what just happened. In addition, it would be nice if you could be present. In the event this becomes a trap, your abilities would be more useful than mine in order to escape. [/I] Odin thought back, noticing the smoldering ruins where the grenade had detonated. [I]Sure thing. [/I] Martel though. Odin sensed a pulse of energy, and the chill breeze he usually felt as Martel’s portal opened and closed. The latch clicked, and Odin stepped quickly inside right into Martel’s soft embrace as he closed the door again behind himself. Whispering, Martel said; “I missed you sweetie. Though I’m glad you are safe, this is a rough neighborhood and all.” “I’m safe because I have a guardian angel looking out for me, and because if things become difficult there is always a solution.” Odin whispered back. The others were still a room further in, though for now the door was left unlocked in case ABEL decided to join the meeting. [I]They are further inside correct? And they are not aware of the properties of your modifications correct?[/I] Odin asked in his mind to Martel, she smiled and nodded yes to both questions. Moving to the next door in, Odin opened it quickly while remaining out of gunfire line and Martel standing on the other side of the door. Finding no shots fired at them, Martel appeared at the door first and waved timidly at the people she had protected before Odin stepped out next to her and took a good look at them. [I]What an odd bunch. You sure these are the right people? They seem awful… flighty. [/I] Odin thought to Martel. [I]Well, I would assume the third one I didn’t see before is the owner of this house. I would be scared too if all of a sudden a grenade exploded in your front yard and strangers showed up in your house.[/I] Martel thought back, smiling carefully so as to not reveal her fangs. She was blushing slightly too, since they probably didn’t expect their hero to have the kind of body she possessed. [b]“You may call me Adam, and this is my fiancé Eve. I understand there was a bit of a struggle in front of your residence earlier, and can assure you we are not with the government due to their oppression of our kind, but rather curious as to how this situation came to be. However, I overheard your comment about destroying the mythical beasts before they destroy humanity, and believe you are misunderstanding the situation- at least how it is in this region.” [/b] Odin remarked, for security purposes concealing his real identity and his role. Martel noticed the look on Rika’s face as she realized that they were standing in the presence of a live vampire through her abilities, and the painful and often useless modifications performed on Odin. [b]“Not all mythical creatures or experimental products are interested in destroying humanity. Us two at least, we desire coexistence and the ability to return to as close to a human-like lifestyle as our modifications will permit. Though it is difficult alone, and indeed even many ordinary humans object to our existence and would deny our dreams for their own.”[/b] They shut the door behind them and stood there in the awkward silence, the sounds of the area returning to ‘normal’ for the time remaining before the agents arrived beginning to be heard.

~Rika’s house, entry way~ [I]Idiots.[/I] Martel sighed to herself, looking at the two corpses as she eased herself out of her hiding spot. Wasting no time, she set to work looting the corpses- getting two more military-spec handguns and ammunition for them, along with a couple of vests and some assorted law enforcement gear. Checking them over carefully, she determined that there were no bugs present on them, and that they did not seem to have possessed a radio to call for assistance. Somewhat relieved by this, she sent word through her mind-link to Odin. [I]These guys are clean, they do not have a means to call for backup or any tracking device. It’s likely I will be able to exit easily, and bring one back for my dinner tonight. Though I probably should have a word with the others, as they seem to be unaware of how dangerous this situation is for them.[/I] [I] That is correct, since those two agents are now missing in action reinforcements will be sent as soon as their absence is noted. Let the others know they should seek refuge elsewhere for some time, and get yourself out of there.[/I] came the reply back into her head from the man she called Odin. Satisfied with the loot, she examined the wounds on the agents. They had bled profusely, and she froze momentarily as she resisted her urges on seeing the blood. [I]Well I suppose I can have a late lunch now and save this other guy for dessert after dinner.[/I] Dragging the two corpses out of sight and concealing the trail and evidence of the fighting, she sat the two corpses up against the wall. Bandaging one to limit how much blood leaked from it, she sat right on top of the other one and pierced its neck with her fangs. Drinking rapidly of the remaining blood in it, she carefully kept herself clean and didn’t spill a drop of it as she indulged herself in the meal. [I]Martel, you are making getting out of there your first priority right? Or do you feel comfortable enough in your present situation to make a meal out of one of the agents before returning to base.[/I] came Odin’s thoughts into her mind, he obviously figured out what she was going to do and made sure she didn’t get too lost in the blood-craze she had going. [I]It’s as if you can read my mind sometimes Odin. I thought I would enjoy one of them now instead of having to haul them back to base, and am just finishing up right now. He’s almost drained already.[/I] Martel thought back to Odin, the corpse she was sitting on having turned completely grey as the last of it’s blood was removed. Standing up and wiping a little blood off of her face, she checked that the other corpse was indeed dead and well hidden. Moving quickly towards the door the two strangers had vanished through; she discovered it had been locked from the inside likely to thwart reinforcements if Martel failed. Not wasting her time any longer, she focused her thoughts on the two she had seen. [I][b]Hey, going into someone’s house and hiding doesn’t seem like a good escape. These two agents didn’t seem to have reported back, however they will soon be discovered missing and reinforcements sent. You should get yourselves into a better location, as they are going to be hot on your trail for a while. Don’t worry about me, I am headed back to the underground with my kill- I need it for something.[/b] [/I] Martel thought-spoke to the strangers she had seen, though she noted there was someone else in the building she couldn’t tell if that person heard it too since they didn’t know she was there. [I]Odin where is the nearest exit? I am returning to base for now, with one of the two corpses in hand. The other one, I have destroyed.”[/I] She smiled as she hefted the corpse she hadn’t fed from yet, taking a grenade that she found on the soldiers’ belts and pulling the pin before stuffing it into the mouth of the corpse she fed from. Stepping quickly, the boxes and alley junk around the corpse was obliterated as the grenade detonated, and she vanished back into the night. OOC: Malvok is away on a camping trip for the weekend, or so he said by IM last night.

~Building, Martel Stoneshaw ~ There were now two people being pursued by a pair of government agents, they had managed to escape the alley into a building and now were making their way to freedom. It would not be their end though, as just as the agents forced the door open a somewhat chunky lady ambushed them from a side room. Taking the government agents by surprise, she thrust her knife into the neck of one sending him to the ground, while the other reached for his gun to shoot the attacking woman. ?I think not!? She shouted, ducking behind a steel door and readying her knife again. Visible in a thigh hostler on her right leg was a black pistol of her own, though so far she was avoiding using it. Shots rang out, the lead flattening into the steel plate door as Martel ducked and then momentarily stuck her head back up, as if taunting the remaining man. Another gunshot, and the sound of shattering glass as the bullet pierced the door?s upper portion like lightning through the sky on a stormy night. The shards of glass rained down on Martel, who had ducked again just in time to avoid getting hit, tearing her shirt and cutting her skin a good bit. She winced in pain and removed a piece that had stuck into her back, before holding her hand to the wound and licking the blood she gathered from it. ?I surrender, I don?t have any ammo for my gun and you?ve got me pinned down.? Martel feigned defeat, as the steel portions of the door she had hidden herself behind stopped more bullets. [I]Hey you two, you should make like a tree and leave. They?re going to show up in force now that I?ve killed one and resisted the other, I can distract them long enough for you to get away.[/I] Martel thought-projected into the two strangers in the area, not waiting for their reply. [I]Don?t worry about me, I?ve gotten used to this. The government should know better than sending useless pawns into an area controlled by my group.[/I] [I]You?d better make it quick and clean out there Martel.[/I] came a thought into her head, the voice of a man who clearly knew more than he would let on. It was the leader of her group; a man who through mind games and manipulation was able to take control of a portion of the local underground. The subject of her love, and returning that love to her, he provided the brainpower for the group while she made up for his lack of muscle. [I]You know me Odin; I turn death into dinner. These guys look a bit bulky though, or I would bring one back for tonight if I can do it without getting cornered or leaving a trail. [/I] She thought back to Odin, reading her knife again but also checking the number of shots in her revolver. Tensing up briefly like a snake about to strike, she waited for the agent to come forward and try to get her at gunpoint, right then she would sink her teeth into his neck and get a free meal from this. Hopefully the others had heeded her warning and scrambled, she would find them again later and get information from them. OOC: Odin himself has not appeared, also the italics in this count as dialogue as they were spoken directly into the minds of those they are referenced to.

I'm not going to be outright evil though. Odin too has his own plans, though he is not limiting himself to his own ideal to achieve them. Mafia-like activity is definitely in the works, while still maintaining a strong front and possibly even being a part of the group from time to time in order to benefit his schemes. The real enemy here is the government, don't forget that. I'm just setting myself up in a good position so that later on I can throw some surprises out there to keep the RP from fading.