<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0a33374b876d11a83aaf488563aa5b65/tumblr_mikrxif13z1rm5ceao3_500.png)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br/>  <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br/>  <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Resistance?<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>Cairo, Selene's Quarters<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong> Selene<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>There was a thin, green glint of eyes barely opened. Loki took in his surroundings by degree, noting first the couch he was sprawled on, then the incense in the air, the carpets and cushions, the drapes that covered the drab metal walls. The setting was unexpected but certainly not unwelcome. In fact, it was fit for a king... or rather a queen, whose dark beauty graced the throne opposite.<br/><br/>Dangerous, certainly. But<em>apocalyptic</em>...?<br/><br/>With calculated caution he eased himself upright, briefly eyeing the torn leather near his shoulder and taking care not to move his arm.  Even minor wounds hurt so much more when shape-shifted, these days. Memory of the pain helped him maintain the illusion that he was incapacitated, while in truth his aching bones had already knit.<br/><br/>Power thrummed through his body as his boots touched the ground and he was very sharply reminded of loss and inspired to gain. Loki managed a faint smile as he bowed his head towards the woman who stared at him with tantalizingly cold disdain.<br/><br/>"Well, I am certain you have many questions, milady, and doubtless I will have an equal number of answers, but just now... might I trouble you for a drink?"<br/>