<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51PNFKG.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name: </strong>Ciera Baine "Retribution"<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Janaury 12th 2018 - 2:55 PM (14:55)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>North America, New York, Stark Tower<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black jeans, black t-shirt, split backed leather duster, black soft leather boots. 'Wings of the Crow' Ritual Activated so large Black Crow Wings<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Tony Stark - Black Panther (T'challa) - Open<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The dark haired woman carefully shuffled and mantled her wings, the sounds of feathers settling - whispering against each other - filled the air for a moment as she just watched him. Heavens forbid someone knocked him down a few pegs, he was too goddamn cocky - and drunk - for his own good. She suspected if she scanned his body he'd be in a constant state of repair if it was an option for him. Her eyes locked on his, pale blue just hard and cold as she stared at him. "It's not exactly a viable option when you don't even carry a cellphone on you anymore." She said in a low voice, stretching her hand out and rolling the fingers for a moment as if she was remembering a far off thought from her younger years.<br/><br/>Her eyes snapped up to him instantly as her mind twisted with his obvious insult, the one he was obviously dealing her currently. The way he acted, spoke, it was insulting and offensive and her Fae natures were raging within to be released to pay him back for the way he was treating her. "Before you keep calling me 'little girl' - I will make it clear to you that I am no child, and if you insist on insulting me with your childish nicknames, you will find yourself in a world of trouble." She said in a calm tone, maintaining her position, and just standing exactly where she had before. Even as she spoke she shifted only slightly to lean more on one foot her hand sliding down the length of her left leg as she tapped her fingers on her thigh. She was acting like she was bored of his ridiculousness, and she sort of was in many ways.<br/><br/>"Morgan Le Fay is a half-fae Sorceress who has caused trouble many times in the past. She kills without any compunction and values life even less than some machines I have met. She killed two entire bloodlines, with the exception of one survivor, in one evening nearly two Earth years back from this. It's been roughly a year and a half or so since she killed those two families." She said calmly as she looked at her nails now, completely ignoring the fact that he had two drinks without even giving her one - which he had himself offered her. "You're a rather shoddy host, aren't you, Stark? Retribution is the title and the name I was given to use, given by the Goddess that took me under her wing and saved me. It's not like your title of 'Ironman'." She said this and looked up from her nails. Her senses were spread out and she could feel T'challa nearby and knew he'd likely interfere if she did anything too bad to Tony.<br/><br/>"For such an intelligent man you know so little about the creatures in the worlds around you. I'll make this plain. I am part Fae, I am part something else entirely. You invited me in and offered me refreshment. You have not actually provided that refreshment you have offered and I accepted... Instead, you have leveled snarky jab after snarky jab, and essentially put yourself in a position where you are being a raging asshole. You see... I followed the laws of those invited in, you lost any power you held over me when you drank two glasses before me and did not even give the one you offered. So... as repayment... I do believe it's fitting that any alcoholic drink you consume from now on... shall become swamp water until you make right to me over the insults you have leveled this day."<br/>