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Post by Veronica Mirage on Jan 7, 2015 5:13:33 GMT
She felt them as clear as day the twins were in town and that could only mean, things were going to be a lot less quiet for her beloved humans. The sigh she let off was tired she'd only been home a day or so having been doing shows else where. L A tho it was her home most of the time and then Nawlins. It was time for the part of her day that made her who she was but also dreaded, the only thing she considered a curse about her lineage. Her particular family line was infamous and oft hated in the courts for how they survived, the smart ones found ways to be low key about how they got what they needed.
She considered her self very smart, a superstar had access to millions of people and some of those people were Arcadian of some flavor and most didn't even know it. So those with a little wouldn't even notice it if it went missing and those with more had some to spare. She needed it their glamour to bolster her own and to keep her alive and young. Thankfully her fathers bloodline had tempered her mothers enough that she only had to do this once a day for small pulls and once a week for bigger ones. Full fae could give her enough for a month but to take another glamour and be caught at it would cause her much trouble as it was almost a cardinal sin. So she stuck with more frequent meals.
Luckily she had all the tools she needed and walked to the mirror facing her bed made sure it was spotless, and then whispered into it. Soon enough she found her self in the dreams of a man shed met a few nights before back stage, he was one tenth brownie or something and she watched as his dreams changed at her whims. Weaving them around him and smirking to her self as he began to writhe and squirm in his sheets. The dreams had become sexual and she let him guide them as he pleased to keep him busy while she siphoned him. It wasn't like it was the real her any way just a dream representation of her he called up. As he brought him self she got the last of what she came for and when he jerked awake sheets stained she pulled back from the mirror smoothing her face where the laugh line had been before her journey through the mirror.
Now to find out what she could about all that was going on in the city while shed been away.
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Post by Vrijeme Gange Zlotvor on Jan 12, 2015 4:53:08 GMT
Mirror speech was always one of his forte’s as such the moment such an outpouring of glamour had begun Tempus interest was piqued. He was polite enough to simply poke at the sources shielding initially. As his entreaties were ignored Tempus allowed his time amongst the mortals to show. He grew perturbed. He was behaving rudely but he insisted that he receive a greeting in return for his efforts. His light brushing became a nudging. He stopped himself from being more forceful but just barely. It was surprisingly more difficult than it should have been but he managed it.
A simple well met was all he was aiming for he hoped his reputation did not precede him too thoroughly. In fact he diligently hope dthat the source was simply fae-kissed instead of an actual ember of one of the Arcadian houses. Sadly as he inhaled the feel of the others aura he was sure that the other was in fact a member of the courts. Not strong enough to be in line to the major thrones but surely a crown holder or perhaps a noble of one of the lesser courts. Perhaps Piskie, Houri, Apsura or maybe even one of the elemental cousins. He’d heard that the Sylph were wooing the undecided king of the Per for a seat within the Court. It would be foolish given the current lay of the land to deny them further yet admitting them without iron clad terms could prove disastrous. Such thoughts while nominally above his station officially were of the greatest import.
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Post by Veronica Mirage on Jan 13, 2015 21:43:57 GMT
She'd not meant the rudeness but what he was doing was akin to a telemarketer calling during dinner. You were curious as to who it was but at the same time you didn't want to be bothered with the hassle. She also could have hurt her donor seriously had she tried to split her attention so she'd not answered his prodding. Finally now that she was done Ronnie sat on the bed and spoke to the mirror.
Watching it mist and cloud soon enough she could see the other side and it was not her own space she looked on. " While I acknowledge that you should have been answered sooner you caught me at a preciously bad time. I offer greetings, and brook no offense."
She had humanized her features for most times but now she let the glamour fade enough the triple iris was visible and her pointed ears peeked through the sleek blue black raven hair on her head. Looking to see if he would fill the mirror with him self so she might look upon him, having remembered vaguely seeing him centuries before but it would not have been long enough to imprint them on each others memories well enough to call familiar.
It would take major catastrophe for her to take the Phouka throne so she made no designs to it at all and she wasn't even in contention for the major thrones. Both things were fine for her she enjoyed being close enough to watch the drama but far enough for the blow back to miss her more oft then not.
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Post by Vrijeme Gange Zlotvor on Jan 14, 2015 17:16:08 GMT
Lounging as he was sans raiment Tempus simply reached out to the mirror using his perspiration as source fueling the clearing away of the image of himself. Others of his court would have taken the time to either glamorize themselves, their surroundings, or the combination of the two. He was not vain and as such used no glamour to bespell anything about him. The suite he’d taken was of moderate luxury and well appointed by mortal standards that would have to do. If the other was of such vanity they would see squalor instead of the comfort of the natural. If that were the case this would be just another in the long line of moments Tempus might engender the enmity of his distant kith and kin. He was strangely as always comfortable with that option.
"Timing is always a matter of opinion, greetings. I do not believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting. That is a shame that should be rectified." While it was true that cross court meetings were frowned upon Tempus being of House Al Zum learned early on to ignore the quibbling over which court one hailed from. The Arcadian before him held the triple Iris of Sidhe blood but her voluptuous form belied her less than full-blooded Sidhe nature. He was not concerned overly much with bloodline purity. For him all Arcadians were one and the same. That view point was probably no definitely why his invitations to court were more matter of form instead of heartfelt plea.
He smirked as he thought of the last time he and his brother were invited to their distant Troll Kith’s celebration of High Summer. It was the last time as children they’d been invited. He would have to correct that one of these years. Perhaps they had found a way to disentangle their cousin the troll prince from the snakevine. He doubted as much as the dark omnivorous plant had nearly swallowed both he and his brother. Escaping its clutches had cost them both quite a bit. Their physically strong mentally weak cousin was not the sort to give anything of himself and as such would be trapped and trap anyone who attempted to help him out of its clutches.
Tempus left the door open between them so that she might either accept or deny any further communication between them without losing face or offering insult accidentally. He was a gamesman yes but he was of no mind to play at those sorts of games just yet. He was merely indulging his curiosity.
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Post by Veronica Mirage on Jan 15, 2015 21:20:19 GMT
She smirked softly looking at him and nodded " we could most assuredly remedy that yes but most avoid my line so you might be considered brave suggesting it"
Licking her top lip and chuckling, making no judgement to his choice of living arraignments her own well appointed but not overly ostentatious she lived as the rouse she portrayed demanded she was a pop-rap star and people expected her to live lavishly so most of the rooms every one saw were up to that standard but her own sanctuary her bed room was a place of wood and rocks and natural fabrics and colors. The glow was soft as she studied him momentarily.
His reputation was one of legend, and he was admittedly handsome but she was unsure if he prescribed to the old tradition of flattery so she didn't speak it. " So what has brought so great a warrior so close to the L A mound and so near to those who hide in its shadow, have you come to rid us of that nuisance February and give the city back to your kin?"
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Post by Vrijeme Gange Zlotvor on Jan 18, 2015 3:47:48 GMT
Tempus returned her smile due the propriety of her having offered both smile and smirk. "Perhaps I might at that; but knowing not which great house your blood calls home it would be foolish to not gain the opportunity to spend time in the company of one so uniquely blessed of such voluptuous beauty. So the question becomes would you cast me as brave or foolish in the stage that is the lives we lead?"
Yes she cut a unique figure amongst mortals and even moreso amongst the halls of statuesque Arcadian beauty standards. There were but few houses that openly flouted the more wane Sidhe ideal of beauty and but one court. The smile he returned as matter of form brightened as he followed the breadcrumbs of logic arriving at Leanhaun and the darkling throng. She was of his brother’s high court but if things played as they seemed she and he would soon enjoy the taste of Arcadian if but for a few fleeting moments.
As they spoke he realized not only why the temptation was enticing but where he was when she first crossed into his subconscious. Her mortal life was the stuff of news fodder and existed in constant circulation. She was one of the American royalty. She was a celebrity. He had to commend her on being able to keep that secret from the hungry maw of the public. "As for the taking of LA if I were it would be merely so that I could perhaps lay claim to the headship of my house. Even so if that were my reason for being in the area we wouldn’t be having such a glad communication as that would have been done and I about the business of righting the ship of the land as it were. I have but one plan for the moment and that is spending some time in your company."
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Post by Veronica Mirage on Jan 21, 2015 3:02:06 GMT
So he did believe in some of the old ways he'd complemented her, she accepted and almost purred in return, all this interplay was interesting to be sure but part of her filed everything in her mind. Every detail was absorbed and mulled she stood getting closer to the mirror, hips swaying under the gossamer pale pink gown. " What plans have you this eve? Im a bit of a night owl and think it would be most entertaining to get out on the town."
Head tilting and waiting for her answer, finger twirling a raven lock around her finger. Lips lush and kissed with a hint of glossed color, laughter and mischief in her gaze. She could only imagine what would happen if she went to the most popular spot in town with him, how would the infamous master react to the power and aura they held. They could go any where and turn heads, she knew that but it would depend on his
participation and desires.
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Post by Vrijeme Gange Zlotvor on Jan 21, 2015 20:36:37 GMT
Tempus smirked as she moved showing to better light her curves. They were steep but with the right measure of speed he knew they would be well worth the ride. Provided she gave as good as she received. Some were all titillation while others were all doing. He was the potent blend of the two with a penchant to explicitly outline what he would accomplish. It lent itself readily to the many whispers and rumors of his house, his kith, kin, and blood. “Plans are what makes gods laugh. Though my inclinations might perhaps change sooner than expected if you risk a few steps closer to the mirror."
Shrugging Tempus thought to give her an out without leaving her the challenge bare as his only goal of note. “Of course there is the nature of your endless entourage of photographers and the like. I would have to arrange myself so as to be more palatable to the masses. For the consumption of me and mine is an acquired taste. Not many have the rarified palate to fully enjoy the moments I bring to bear.”
He really could not help himself a certain amount of tease and verbal jousting was to be expected of him.
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Post by Veronica Mirage on Jan 22, 2015 23:53:16 GMT
She saw the look in his eyes and it was recognized and filed, this night would be more then a fair bit of fun then, hearing him she laughed and then head tilted" is that what worries you? That people will pester us over my celebrity? Then I can fix that easily"
Right before his eyes her normal form folded in on its self like she was tucking it away and in its place stood a willowy blond with huge corn flower blue eyes and Angelina lips. The voice was all hers tho' Or if you prefer a wing man"
She changed again this time she turned into a male of her original height dark skin with dreads, shed been on tour with him at one point and bounced around as him some striking stances. Then Let it fade till she stood there normal as her self. " So if you are ready shall we leave from your place or mine?"
While she waited, the gown was shed easily baring her fully. Nudity among the throng was normal and no where near as enticing as humans thought it might be so she never gave a second thought to stripping while he could see her. Stepping into a pair of lacey brief shorts in black and tugging on a front hook bra that matched. Tight stretchy satin like pants were donned over them sporting a deep dark red and a brass stud pattern down the sides and waist. Top matching it and cut out over her ample bust in a triple keyhole, hair brushed to glossy smoothness . Black and metal pumps were last and there she stood ready to go.
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Post by Vrijeme Gange Zlotvor on Feb 1, 2015 2:06:28 GMT
As she used glamour to change her outward appearance he wasted a bright smile even as her changes displeased him. Especially the male. He knew the image and was none too enamored with the idea of the male. He was not worried about being pestered as much as being recognized either him or her though more her than himself. Most that recognized him would gladly give their sword arm to stay clear. Lest his playful demeanor grow serious in aim if not word.
" Not much nettles me…for any significant period of time."
As she changed her outward visage once more he dared forego decorum and reached through the mirror between them summoning raiment to him as he did so. He would play nice and well but he would forgive himself a bit of presentation in the process. As mirror rippled with the outpouring of glamour he pulled what loose bits wavered back to him solidifying his passage behind him. In the doing he wrapped a small bit about himself altering his appearance just enough to be himself and not. The glow of his heritage and testament to the potent blood in his veins dimmed to a nearly invisible level. He would easily slip through any crowd of onlookers unnoticed. Not even fellow Arcadians would be able to detect the faint wisp of Arcadia about him. As he’d learned early on in his life a little glamour controlled by the alignment of heart and mind was impenetrable.
Holding his arms aloft so that she could take in the full glimpse of him he waited for her appraisal saying, “Both our passage need not be by mundane means. It has been an age since my mode of transport spoke to the glamour in our blood. Especially bedecked as you are in such finery."
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Post by Veronica Mirage on Feb 4, 2015 3:06:28 GMT
Watching him as he stepped through and then showed off she smiled and wolf whistled him. " very nice I do believe we will be toast of the town."
Turning and heading out of her room thick curves swaying on the heels and out into the main part of the house. Decorated in polish and black and glass, down sweeping wood stairs and to tile floors at her front door. She had dismissed her driver for the evening so shed be driving and figured he'd want something with space between him and the metal. She'd gotten used to riding in them but they were a bit disruptive of personal magic and if you weren't prepared some weaker ones got ill riding in cars.
The sleek silver navigator, was dropped to the ground on twenty inch old school wire rims. The inside was soft leather in a deep brown, almost to mimic wood like the wood that accented panels and accessories. looking at him " want to drive or should I?"
Waiting to see what he would say because she was naturally curious, and sort of enjoyed studying him. She wondered if they might even want to skip the trip out and see what would happen but that was a bit more forward then she was willing to be even tho her out side persona said other wise. People loved to gossip and some of her detractors said shed slept her way to fame but those who really knew would know better then to believe the hype.
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Post by Vrijeme Gange Zlotvor on Feb 16, 2015 8:11:16 GMT
As he stood allowing the glamour used to settle around them. “Ay yes the toast as well as the scarlet limners as well." He smiled at her in thanks for the small compliment. It was a very human thing danced through with all that was Arcadian. He hoped she didn’t notice how much of either was washed through the whole. If she did notice how much hopefully she wouldn’t mention nor pay too much heed to how native he had gone.
Arcadians feded when away from the Sithen the Sidhe blooded only by choice but the choice was often made beforehand. Many a Sidhe faded instead of becoming more human in seeming. He was not of that ilk and often spread glamour in his wake so that not a few exiles would last a while longer. What that while was or how much the longer was he wouldn’t hazard a guess. He would take solace in the easing of the dying of the light.
"I believe that would depend on how and where you’d like to arrive? I don’t believe either of us need to inflict a vehicle on either of us. I have nothing to prove nor do you." Tempus knew some Sidhe played an increasing game of how much of the human world their associates could take as a way to prove who was stronger. It was a game he knew and won when he was of a mind to bother but a game he rarely played as his drive to win often caused the other to need immediate and severe attention at the nearest mound.
Moving to the door he’d watched through the mirror he closed it then opened it offering a swirling multitude of choices. He was of a mind to tweak the devils nose and alight at the Cicada Club. He was of a mind but as the initiator of this contact he would leave the where in her hands.
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