<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Ciera Morrigan Baine<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Retribution<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  N/A As of this moment<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Serum Camp<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Loki </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/><em>"I am Loki and I am a god, you dull-" his lip spiked with pain at his hasty reply "-you darling creature." It was a feeble effort but his silver tongue was slow to recover. "In truth, I know not what I am now, either. Still, I am honored to meet you, Ciera Baine."</em><br/><br/>Ciera resisted the urge to laugh, it seemed that some sort of Geis may be on this male. He had wanted to say something demeaning and condescending, but for some reason he seemed to rescind his comment and say something else entirely. Her eyes danced with mischief, a twinkle that seemed out of place in the eyes of someone who had been through so much recently. But she could not deny her nature, the way her heart ached for mischief and playful natures. It was just part of what she was now, and she had slowly come to accept that. Not that she could perform such things. <br/><br/>His hand did not take hers, but it did brush against her hand. His hand pressing against hers, as she waited patiently for him to make his decision. Her dark eyes watching his green ones, there seemed to be a bit of soul searching. But it wasn't a real 'soul search', it was the woman trying to judge what kind of person she was locked up with. She shivered, just barely, at the feeling of his hand against hers. He stood, towering over her by a bit of height. She was a woman of small stature, in comparison to him. But the size difference did not bother her, she was a warrior. He gave her his name, the name he was known by. A few flashes entered her mind, memories from her college years. <br/><br/><em>Loki, Norse God, Mischief and Trickery, brother of Thor, Son of Odin, Shape-shifter, Illusion caster... powerful magic... powerful blood... a God... </em> Her mind raced with these words, she almost missed when he began speaking again. She focused completely, as she heard his words flow through her. <br/><br/><em>"We must work together, then. These cells are made to hold a being with godlike powers. Let us see how they fare against two."</em><br/><br/>His hand slowly withdrew from her own, and she just barely curled her fingertips so that her fingers just barely locked against his for a moment before his hand slipped away from hers completely. She clenched her hand, then slowly released her muscles, enjoying the simple static sensation that had filled her. She had felt power, a power locked - or something like that. A power that seemed to call to her. Her mind was lost again, as her mind turned with possibilities. Memories of her dream, where Morrigan appeared. It was not yet time. <br/><br/>She looked back towards the door, the need to escape had reached an almost frenzied level inside of her body. But what he said next, really caught her attention. <br/><br/><em>"You won the favor of your gods, Ciera. Do you know what abilities you have gained? Can you walk through the walls? Melt the steel? Can you solve the puzzle of the lock on this door? If not, then perhaps," he leaned towards the woman with a very wide smile, his gaze traveling downward, "we may attract the attention of a guard with our combined cries of ecstasy and... conquer all?"</em><br/><br/>She had been ready to respond to his first bit, her mouth opening as she went to answer him, then he stepped closer to her and made her body feel like it was on fire. He probably realized what he was doing, but she wasn't used to such stark arousal. She wasn't used to feeling such <em>hunger</em>, she definitely wasn't used to the feelings of power and lust flowing from her own body. She didn't know how to react, but her mind clicked into 'safety-mode', as she leaned back away from him, stepping back and misjudging the distance in her cell. She ended up hitting the edge of her cot with her legs, and sitting. He was intimidating, but she was not going to let him lord over her! Oh hell no, she was used to males around her. She was used to seeing her brothers 'sexcapades', she would be no ones 'bitch'.<br/><br/>"Lord Loki, I would like to ask you something. Are you aware of the title of 'Maiden'. For that is what I am. I am 'The Maiden' of my circle." She said in as clear and as cool of a voice as she could. "I have something in mind, to release us from this place... but I will need your help... your energy... your essence." She said as calmly as she possibly could. Her body was racing with the arousal, and still she fought to keep her 'poker' face. She wasn't going to let him <em>see</em> the way he was effecting her. But because of her status as a maiden, because she hadn't really paid much attention to flirting - or innuendos - or anything like that... she was quite unaware at how her last words could be taken. </span></span>