Its not what it looks like (open)

He could have gotten closer to the scene but instead sat in the crowd watching the happenings scanning each of the dutiful officers techs and other auxillary staff of the LAPD as they came and went it would be awhile and the news crews gathered with their cameras, microphones, hair and makeup aides were shooting man and woman on the scene footage. It was the typical circus he’d come to find amusing in situations such as these he had not set up a Los Angeles office solely because he didn’t want this vacation of sorts to become a true working holiday. Gawking though not for the same reasons as others he saw the spark of Arcadia and made his way towards its source.



Beginning the conversation as if it were already in full bloom he said,” No matter the outcome of this there are certainly enough options to cause a stir for the Master of the city isn’t there. You’d assume that he’d have certain of his aide de camps on the scene to at least insure the information he received was not filtered or simply wrong.” He stood just to the left of the changeling attempting to suss his stock while keeping his sunglasses in place. It was harder than one would believe finding a pair that contained no trace of metal that suited the style of dress his human seeming would wear. He was not a fan of plastics and as such had to scour some to find a pair hand crafted of wood and true glass.

"I have looked Nicholas in the eye. He is a cold one in truth. He would rather appear weak than show his strength a second before he was ready to." Temps smiled knowing the halfblood before him probably wouldn't have a need to know him.

As such he felt no slight. However he wouldn't cross the threshold and introduce himself unless asked as he knew not what the mad may have been made aware of in hushed tones some long night ago.

Tempus however knew who he was which in the games of Arcadia would place him ahead. Not that he often played such games. "Either way this is bad for all involved with movies or vampires. The lot will surely shut down until the investigation is completed. It is not a good day to whore dreams or sell fantasies."

He smiled, "Have you been to the freehold recently? They are still revelling from their festivities now would be a great time to visit and vacation."

Tempus looked at the youth and took in the whole of his aura. He didn’t probe as the rudeness inherent would mean the exterior would be as much of a mess as he was sure the interior was as he could smell the drying iron on the wind seemed to signify. "Yes that seems a great idea. Cousin I am sorry for your lack of embrace. We can be cruel. Let’s retire."



Yes, he was planning mischief but it was mischief he was sure the young Arcadian would enjoy. There was no party like an Arcadian party. Between the preplanning and the actual carrying it out it was party that had taken several years of planning. Each House would compete for the best holiday seasons with their cousins and lesser houses acting as judges of each other houses celebrations.



" Do you have a less ostentatious ensemble.. I mean no offense but that one is definitely trying too hard to be…taken serious."

"Indeed, though casual it is comfortably so." He returned the smile allowing a bit of mischief to flare as he did so. Closing the distance between them with a step that gave way to a full on rush he wrapped his arms around the young man as the embrace turned into a tackle a microsecond into contact. His momentum carrying them back into the mirror behind them and right through. The Glamour was high as the festivities had renewed and strengthened every Arcadians connection to it. The bloodletting on the ste had also loosed the moorings of the world in the area. It happened near the sight of any actions where death was the price paid and maid such outlandish feats far easier. Even dissipated as it was for the next week or so the area would have visitors, hauntings and other phenomena double.



It was a mischievous thing to do but Tempus even as insulated as he was against such things from time to time flexed and played at his skills. Releasing the man he allowed a few steps to come between them as the momentum would still leave Kai moving while Tempus who’d initiated things was prepared for the ripple and stretching of reality. Raising his hands pointing around them to the foyer of the mound he smile bowing in presentation as his seeming fell away to reveal his true mien. “While a guest am I as much as you I welcome you to the hills of the Immortalis Sol Solis that straddle this world and the near dreaming. Where all that is Arcadian is magnified by the sun kissed rays of Arcadia herself.”



He waited for Kai to take it all in even as the doors opened recognizing them as guests to the lands within as well as Children of the Godess.

Tempus stayed his steps until the young Halfling made his way to the doors where the whole of Arcadia announced him. His entrance and his fate would be based on it shy and trepidatious or bold and seizing. Tempus held the curse on his tongue as he chose the latter. Damn the stars he thought and bit his lip. Steeling himself he inhaled deeply and then grabbed the Halfling by his shoulders .



“I can protect you but only if you ask, this is your right and your heritage. You are endless from less without beginning or end. You are what you think you are be brave be bold or be else. The choice is yours. Summon up all that you are think on it and own it. Young Tiburon own your history or discard it in this moment.”
He stood braced against whatever the young half fae could bring he he was protector for many and would play again, yet he wished for other this was his attempt to have an equal that was not his twin and yet even now the anger sat burning the core of him.

The words given him by tempos stilled him. He was Hollywoods golden boy give him a script he could act it. Action comedy drama, so now it seemed he'd play the greatest part of his life a faerie courtier.

Standing straight and nodding " you are right what have I told fear these are my people"

Pulling an aura of pompousness and entitlement around him like a shroud. He walked in smiling the smile that dropped thousands maybe even millions of underwear all over the world. Glamour dropped triple irises ablaze