<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/21b72cbaf2728f032c3e5df235430dcf/tumblr_mlw0410Bvx1rkfiilo1_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>Warming up to his cellmate<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><em> "I am Ciera Baine, I am... was... human. What I am now? I do not know. Where are we? Buenos Aires... At a Serum Camp, as I believe they are called."</em><br/><br/>His mind raced as she spoke. Not human anymore. More than human. All the soldiers he'd met in Cairo had been more than human as well. Serum Camp? Serum... that made them more than what they had been, yet they were also enslaved to the world's new master. Was it this serum that had made him more than what he had been as well? Was this why his power had surged beyond what it had been, drawing the attention of Midgard's gods even as he had been compelled to obey the one who had given it...?<br/><br/>She held out her hand and he stared at it with knit brow. Power swirled around her; he could still feel it if not quite see it with his arcane vision on the wane. She wasn't so small after all. This was a woman grown and more... there was a warrior spirit here, wearing human shape.<br/><br/><em>"Who are you, and what are you?</em><br/><br/>"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."<br/><br/><em>"I wanna get the fuck out of here."</em><br/><br/>"As do I."  He reached out, touching but not taking her hand. His palm barely brushed hers as he straightened, stood, towered in small cell. "We must work together, then. These cells are made to hold a being with godlike powers. Let us see how they fare against two." There was an unaccustomed heat in his fingertips as Loki withdrew his hand, a sensation that made him want to touch her again. Midgardian, god, whatever she was - he was suddenly very aware of their proximity and convenient isolation. He took a step closer.<br/><br/>"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?"<br/>