<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 - Open<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><hr/>Ciera had a large distaste for the man that she was seeing, but when the door slid open and a voice came - she found herself rolling her eyes in frustration. It was like dealing with one of her brothers, but more drunk - and less brotherly. She stepped into the room, her wings mantling and rustling for a moment as she rolled her shoulders and adjusted herself a bit.<br/><br/>Tony Stark just pulled himself from what appeared to be where he crashed while going on another bender. There was already a Bloody Mary on the bar, and he was offering her a drink.<br/><br/>Well it was only manners, she had to be a polite guest and accept it. But she could be as specific as she wanted now that he gave her such an open answered question. "If you are offering, than fine. I'll take a single malt Scotch - high shelf, not cheap - I can taste the difference." She said as she made the long legged steps needed to clear the space between them.<br/><br/>"Mr. Stark, my name is Retribution and I've come to you seeking information and offering some in trade. Through grapevines I have heard word that some dangerous items have started surfacing as of late. I have come to find out if you have any information on them so that I can prevent Morgan Le Fay from attaining them. If you are not aware of the woman of which I speak, it's alright." She said as she shifted and pulled a tie from her pocket - pushing back her hair and gathering it up in a bushy ponytail. In that moment her slim delicately pointed longer ears would be revealed. Upon them hung chains and crows feathers, and silver sparkled along with stones.<br/><br/>"Quite honestly I do not care for your human procedurals of 'appointments', there are more pressing matters than you sleeping off your latest bender - or blowing something up with your armor."