<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51PNFKG.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name: </strong>Ciera Baine "Retribution"<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/>"I don't know how many stones there are, that was not information I was given. I was told that there was troubles with them, and potential dangers. That is all." The woman said as she took a deep drink from the glass, a purring hum leaving her as she licked her lips afterwards. Highly sexualized? You fucking bet. On purpose? Not likely. Ciera was a woman that just enjoyed delicious things, and the alcohol was definitely on that level of delicious that made her awakening alterantive aspects just purr in delight. She took another drink and just stared at Stark as he began to speak once more.<br/><br/>"You can join the hunt, but the kill is mine. I will be clear on that. Since she believes I was supposed to end her - and made her own 'death prophecy' come to fruition by facilitating my awakening... I'm goign to be nice enough to give her that death wish." She said as she drained her cup and set it down on the counter. She shifted and justed seemed to pop up with one hand on it. She sat down, perching there and crossing her legs as her wings shuffled to adjust.<br/><br/>"Asgard? The Norse? I need to alert Morrigan that something is amiss. The Celts may not be on the best of terms, but they still check up on occassion. If something happened than they will wish to know - or perhaps they already do and she just didn't tell me because I didn't ask." She questioned herself and the situation as a whole aloud, it was more like an inside rumination coming to the outside. "I would be very interested in meeting this 'friend'."<br/><br/>Her brows arched as she stayed perched on his counter now, sitting on the edge like some sort of - oh wait she was a Fae Creature - a grin on her face as he mentioned that. "As you desire, Sir. I appreciate the bottle." She said as she snatched it up rather easily - pouring herself another glass which she started to down. She had a twinkle in her eyes as Stark vanished, then she looked at T'challa - as the voice alerted her to that they were blocked the singing.<br/><br/>"Well, if you can complete soundproof that would work? I have some ultra sensitive ears..." She said as she flicked her ear tip and shuddered a little. "I have GOT to remember NOT to do that."