<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/>Ciera turned her head towards the dark male as he made his appearance known, she had known T'challa was there, but it was more about the senses of the area around her. She was already done with her little curse, and turned her head to look at the man that she had come to know as something of a friend. T'challa was interesting, and perhaps in another universe she might have pursued him differently - but she was not into that sort of situation with him. She had her task at hand, her journey, her mission. It might intersect with others, aid them - change them - but it was always the mission she was following. She had her tasks, and she must complete them. She wasn't even allowed children till her tasks were completed. She would make sure that Morgan le Fay paid, and make sure that half-breed soceress met her demise.<br/><br/>Her attention was drawn to Stark as he took a drink and discovered the truth. She smirked a little at the robotic response and her head just cocked to the side as she watched him. She was quiet, patient almost, waiting. She half-expected him to throw a fit of some kind, usually overbearing men like him did such things, but no - no he surprised her. The fact that he surprised her was evident on her face as a slowly growing smile began to crawl and creep across her face as she slowly grinned at him. He spoke to T'challa and then spoke a rather sincere apology.<br/><br/>She held the glass that he had given to her, now that she had her drink. The moment he took his drink he'd find that it was perfectly fine, and was not swamp water in any way. "It is accepted, your sincerity." She stated as she took a drink from the cup and set it on the counter. "Relying too much on technology leads you down a path of forgetting Hospitality. Stark, you live within a world with people from a variety of Cultures - and even races. Some people view hospitality differently, sometimes a glass handed personally merits you more protection. The protection of a Host is a powerful thing, and most races and cultures will avoid causing trouble if the Host abides by the laws of Hospitality." She said as she made her steps over towards the two males, she hopped up to sit on the counter to get herself more on an even 'standing' with them. She sipped the drink and watched the two now.<br/><br/>"Now, Stark, the information I got from a birdy - my Goddess to be honest - was about the presence of powerful stones - that can cause massive chaos. As well as a rising darkness, possibly war, coming. Morrigan is not often wrong about Wars, and her predictions on them are quite accurate. I came to you because you are the easiest Hero to get a hold of, and thusly you can get a hold of the others. I cannot allow Morgan le Fay to get her hands on these things, there is much she needs to pay for - the slaughter of my birth family is one of them. If you research my name, Ciera Baine, you will find I have been a missing persons case for over a year and a half."<br/><br/>There, she was being nice and giving him information, the scotch was quite nice, actually.