<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/dfc8b74d137eff0510c45acfe81cafa7/tumblr_mnx9ig3sLF1rxj7yno1_500.jpg)</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> Parilla<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>As they progressed towards their exit, Loki took advantage of his unexpected rejuvination. Still warm from Ciera's healing touch, he was able to draw on his innate powers more freely than  should have been possible. Shifting his form was usually enough to drain him to the point of mortality - or so it felt - but now he was able to push his Jotun abilities to the limit.<br/><br/>Ciera cut down the threats that rose before them; Loki wreaked havoc with those that attempted to follow. Sheets of ice rose in crackling waves wherever his blades struck, grabbing boots and limbs, rooting them in place. Walls thickened with frost that burned to the touch and icicles dropped from the ceiling like jagged teeth to impale a few of the unluckiest camp guards.<br/><br/>Of course, It couldn't last forever.<br/><br/>The Asgardian was feeling the strain as they scuttled out of the service shaft like vermin into the sunlight. The area around them was oddly empty. Had this "serum camp" already served its purpose? Was the battle ended here?  Of the millions of souls that had filled the city around them... were they all transformed? Deployed elsewhere in the realm?<br/><br/>How much time had passed since Cairo and the beginning of this apocalypse?<br/><br/><em>"You doing alright? Loki?"</em><br/><br/>"Hungry," he said bluntly. Ciera seemed rather light-hearted after their escape. if this was truly the first time she'd tasted her power, it was no wonder. Between that and the normal elation of being blood drunk after dispatching one's enemies in battle... he wouldn't be surprised if she started dancing on their skulls.<br/><br/>Luckily, food was also on her mind. She lead him down the broken and deserted streets to a tavern of some sort. They slipped in through the missing door and climbed over scattered tables and chairs in the front room.<em><br/><br/> "So you wanna check out the kitchens? See if I can make us some food?"</em><br/><br/>Loki's eyes narrowed. "What I want is meat and mead. I doubt we will find either." Driven by need, he moved to the kitchen anyway. The enclosed space was dark but the faintest hum of machinery indicated that something still functioned here. At the far side of the room was a steel door, cool to the touch. Loki wrenched the handle and opened the door, peering into some kind of cold storage pantry. Contrary to his initial predictions, the shelves inside were piled with meat- slabs of beef and pork wrapped in butcher paper, buckets of sausages and offal - all still frozen solid.<br/><br/>"Seldom have I been so relieved to be wrong." Loki sighed as he reached for a blood sausage. Solid as it was, he tore the casing with his teeth like a wolf and sucked the frozen mush. He threw himself onto a bench in the kitchen as he continued to gnaw the icy chunks of blood and meat. "There is food. Eat it."<br/><br/>He fixed Ciera with a steely glare. "Then you will tell me why you disobeyed me. Why you spent your power to save me. Healed me. And why - by all the gods - you said you loved me. Because none of that, warrior woman, makes any sense."<br/>