<div style="text-align: left;">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdLkPpj9hij_pG739DZakATvMcshVtzSDYeHrryNYx7zk0L_23NA)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> T'challa<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Black Panther<br/> <strong>Location:</strong>  Stark Tower New York City  <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tony Stark, Ciera, open</span><br/><hr/><br/> Ciera knew he was here, how he would have to find out later, perhaps even get her to teach him to do the same.  There were some mystical things about himself he would need and could learn from her to maybe enhance his own abilities more from the Panther deity.  Now was not the time.  He stepped from the shadows, removing his helmet as she spoke to Anthony.  He wasn't surprised by the insult, he too would have been insulted.  Anthony was going through something, he scanned the room there were no signs that his companion Pepper had been here anytime soon.  He frowned understanding the nature of men and women.  He listened then frowned more....Ciera was pissed.  He had seen her in this mood, having spent time with her before.  Not the time that he would like, she was promised to another and he wouldn't violate those vows.  That wasn't whom he was, but they were closer than most she was a dear friend to him.  Which was why what came next, disturbed him...it was expected given the circumstances as she didn't take insults well at all!<br/><br/>"Ciera NO!"  But it was too late and the curse was cast and soon his compatriot Anthony would be sobering up very...very soon!  "You didn't have to do that my lady.  I understand the insult to your person."  He said calmly, she wasn't going to change her mind, even with his calm demeanor.  With a sigh, he walked over to the decanter and poured her a drink and one for Anthony as well.  He was trying to prove a point and the drunken knight would be sober in a matter of hours at this rate.  He was too stubborn to apologize immediately so he would see the true ramifications of the curse very soon.  He moved to give the drink to Ciera kissing her cheek as he set a drink before Anthony, not unlike a servant as he knew he was far from that.  But a King could also be a good host.<br/><br/>"Good day Mr. Stark."  He said, now pouring himself some cranberry juice.  "To your sobriety."  He said with a more sinister cat-like look upon his dark features.<br/><br/>(https://img00.deviantart.net/85e4/i/2017/238/5/b/t_challa_black_panther_png_by_gasa979-dblfua2.png)<br/></div>