<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/1/15776/1115241-selene_super.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Selene Gallio<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Famine/Black Queen<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Sub-Villain<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>  Cairo/ In the presence of Apocalypse<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Blink, Apocalypse, Loki<br/><br/></span></span><hr/>Cool, blue orbs watched as Blink sailed through the air from the Masters loving touch. Those same eyes drifted up as he now towered over her, berating her for<em>not</em>treating the girl with the disdain and anger she had truly felt. His own rage washed over her, filled her, caused her to shudder, yet not in fear.<br/><br/>No, Selene did not fear En Sabah Nur. Respect, indeed, for he was powerful. More so then she. But it was that Power she wanted a taste of, and the Master was the only one who could give it to her. His release of her caused red lips to part and allow a soft gasp to escape, her eyes following as he turned to his granddaughter to castigate her as well. Selene would not bother with smugness in any manner. Truly, she was busy plotting. To have been told in no uncertain terms that she had absolutely no leash...<br/><br/>Shifting herself back into the Shadows, Selene would watch coolly as Magneto was brought into the fold. How easy it was. When finished Apocalypse was offering her 'free time', and she could not help but loft a brow at this. Yet again, there was no argument. She simply inclined her head, watching as her Master left, before turning her attention to Blink.<br/><br/>Apocalypse was not even fully gone before Selene launched her attack. A flit of fingers and she was feeding from Blink, knowing the girl couldn't escape from her vampiric grasp. The Black Queen was merely sipping at the Masters granddaughter though, even as smooth steps took her close to the girl. With a lick of her lips, blue eyes now blazing with the taste she had gained of Blink, she would snarl at the girl.<strong> “ I require but one thing from you. Go to Moscow, and bring me my sword...”</strong>Though Blink was weakened by Selene's psychic drink, the girl was gone and back in but a moment, throwing the blade at Selene feet. Disdain crossed the girls features, and the Black Queen would but laugh, turning her back upon Her, dismissing her.<strong> “ Best do what the Master wishes. Enjoy your vacation my dear.”</strong><br/><br/>Gathering her blade, reveling in the feel of it within her palm, her attention would be grabbed by a gathering of Apocalypse's men out amongst the dunes. Scowling, Selene would make her way towards the small pocket, the troops scattering with her arrival. Some were already stammering on what they should do, even as Selene came upon the sight of Loki sprawled amongst the sand, blood seeping from his shoulder where a bullet had slammed through. Hissing at the troops stammering that the Master must be told, with a sweep of her hand, a clenching of her fist, she would Drink the one yammering about how it was his shot to bring down the Eagle dry in seconds. With a satisfied groan, the hot winds chasing away the husk of the man left behind, her attention would fall upon Loki once more, her murmur low.<strong> “ The Master need not be disturbed by such petty matters. The Asgardian shall come with me... deliver him to my quarters immediately.”</strong>Selene would  not offer where those quarters were located. The men would find out or die, that simple.<br/><br/>She had in fact decided to take over a large section of the barracks. Selene did not need opulence, she desired it. Orders were given to find all the amenities she required. She also needed secure, and with taking over where she had, she was still close to the Pyramid, still close to Apocalypse, and still so deliciously close to the Power that was there. Soon enough the section of barracks she had commandeered held plush couches, soft carpets, sweet smells and perfect lighting, among other things. Loki would be delivered and placed upon one of the couches, while Selene settled herself into a throne like chair, ice blue eyes staring upon the God, waiting for him to come to life again.