<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/95/LadyLokiBips.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name: </strong> Loka<br/>  <strong>Title: </strong>Goddess of Mischief<br/>  <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>Cairo<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong>Nightcrawler<br/></span></span><hr/><hr/><br/>The woman's smile softened and her hand returned to the folds of her robe. "Incredible, eh? I hope this is not an idle boast, for both our sakes." She took a slow step towards Nightcrawler. "I am Lokasatya, my companions call  me Loka for-" Her knees buckled and she would have dropped to the ground had she not caught the hero's outstretched hand. "Ah! Forgive me, the transformation takes all my strength. We must hide until I can recover."<br/><br/>His face was reflected for a moment in her golden-brown eyes as she studied him, not in fear but with open curiosity. Then, as if remembering her manners, she dropped her gaze demurely. Thick lashes brushed her cheeks as she looked down but her fingers remained curled in Nightcrawler's palm. "Yes, we should go."<br/>