<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 - 2:50 Pm (14:50)<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/><br/>The woman was full of annoyance and agitation, her entire existence as it was had been crafted through the fires of pain and suffering. The loss of her entire clan, and their allies, and the destruction of everyone she knew and loved. One night was all it took, and Morgan Le Fay swept all of that away. She had spent a good period of time, afterwards, training hard for over a year of Earth time - many many years in Fae time - and then being returned to the realm that had stolen her family away. She had spent the last many months hunting down information on Morgan le Fay, through her subsidiary cohorts and their actions.<br/><br/>In the last many months she had fought several battles, nearly dying on a few ocassions, and just generally learning to despise the world she was living in all the more. How could so much suffering and anguish exist when 'Heroes' filled the world. There was so many of them crawling around, yet they were so ineffective at the removal of the issues that were at hand.<br/><br/>Perhaps if they were more willing to do what was needed to protect others, things wouldnt' be this bad.<br/><br/>The woman didn't really know the answer, nor did she care enough to find out.<br/><br/>All Retribution knew was the burning rage that she needed to fulfill. That rage had spiked again as Morrigan came to warn her that there was a chance of dangerous capabilities on the horizon. She was told about something slowly rising on the horizon, something dangerous that if Morgan got her hands on it... Retribution's goal would fall to the way side. She needed to address this here and now, and Heroes were the best source for that information. Unfortunately, many of them were hard to track down - or might attack her if she approached, so she went for the only one she openly knew to be a capable source for getting information.<br/><br/>Tony Stark, the only openly rather salacious 'Hero' that the world could easily reach. Well as easily as getting an 'appointment'.<br/><br/>But Ciera had no appointment, she didn't need one. Her pair of wings were appointment enough. She placed a simple 'cloaking' type spell upon her person to avoid being seen in the air of New York City, at least until she came in above Stark Tower. She could feel the tingle of his spells, snorting faintly as the man had never come across someone like her - more than likely. Her kind tended to avoid the cocky bastards that were running around Earth. Fae didn't handle Heroes well, so it seemed.<br/><br/>She began her descent, black wings snapping out and canopying as she slowly landed on the Helicopter Pad. She felt her boots touch down and tucked her wings in, adjusting her duster a little. She'd put the wings under it later, and work on their adjustments so that they would shrink to a more manageable size. For now she just walked her way across towards the doors of the 'lounge' on the tower, and began casually knocking on the glass.