Alexander Macedonia

when I walk into the room there's nothing you can do
To stop me from making moves
I'm coming for you

The bright light that flooded his vision was gone in a matter of moments, leaving Alexander blinking in the wake of the afternoon sun he found himself standing under. It took him a moment, as his oceanic irises adjusted to that change in luminosity, for Alexander to place exactly where they had ended up. An unimpressed glimpse spread across his features as he strode forwards and towards Matteo, snatching the rung from the fae's palm. That foreign curse was muttered upon his lips as he glared at the collapsed ring, it failing to react at all to his presence. That small shrug of indifference upon Matteo's shoulders drew his gaze upwards. The very declaration that this was somehow his fault prompted his gaze to narrow. That was, at least, Matteo revealed just how ignorant he was of the situation they had found themselves within. "Matteo it's -- " His very concern was quite literally waved off as his son pivoted upon his feet to head towards the entrance of the alleyway. An audible sigh left Alexander's lips, the Hunter entirely uncertain what Matteo would find at Chambord if he should attempt such teleportation. As much as he might have liked to watch the Frenchman come to a striking realization that not all was the same....he was loathed to put his son in any true danger.

"No, Matteo -- " Those words again cut off by the giggles of a gaggle of young women as they passed and already Alexander knew he'd lost the fae's attention. His head shook ever so slightly as he trailed behind his companion, only to pause at the very front door of what should have been his cafe. The sea-colored hue of his gaze turned upwards to eye the sign that stood above the doorway. The very pun prompted his brow to rise as he stepped back, eying the overly joyous hammer slanted sideways at the very edge of the sign. A hardware store....really? It seemed that here, he hadn't lost that drunken bet to the Frenchman....how fortunate. The jingle of the front door in front of him was the only warning he had before Matteo stepped out, nearly colliding into him in the process. His gaze followed the gesture of Matteo's hand towards the storefront and the multitude of nail heads and siding samples he could vaguely see through what had once been his cafe's glass. This was certainly not going to be as easy as either of them had anticipated. A second, far louder sigh left his lips as Matteo attempted to read the nearest street sign. That inquiry of how much they had drunk prompted Alexander to shake his head.

"Matteo, I've been trying to tell you. Listen." He reached out, grabbing the fae by his bare shoulders. "That ring was not a teleporting ring. You have heard of the Multiverse theory? Every decision you make spawns an alternative universe in which another you chose the opposite decision. That ring allows you to cross over into another universe...and hopefully, it will take us back to ours when it regains its power." There was, within the depths of his baritone voice, a vague hint of worry. He wasn't entirely certain if the artifact was bound to these two worlds or if they could lose decades jumping between an infinite number of possibilities before they found their way back to the world they certainly belonged in. Such thoughts, for now, were kept to himself, however, as his hands fell from the fae's shoulders, allowing Matteo a moment to truly grasp the gravity of their situation. The weight of his own irises turned back towards the hardware store with a noteworthy scowl. "Really? Hammer Time?" He grumbled lowly beneath his breath. With his own cafe largely...occupied and Matteo's teleportation entirely out of the picture if only for the certainty that the fae's sites would hardly be the same as they once were, they were left with distinctly few options.

"Dorian and Sebastian are fated, are they not? We should head there, we will at least be able to find clothes and perhaps answers." And hopefully, not run into an alternative version of themselves in the process. Though Alexander was hardly aware of what might happen should they encounter their mirrored halves, that universal rule of time travel was enough to make him weary. Alexander had only just stepped within the direction those nicer, Northern homes when he became aware of another pair of eyes heavily resting upon the planes of his chest. Alexander glanced upwards as a woman in a pencil skirt and blouse confident strode past them, her eyes clearly content to linger to the point of glancing backward at the pair of men. The amount of attention they were garnering was...for once...entirely unbeneficial, he was sure. The last thing Alexander desired was to be pulled in by the police or, worse, the Dark-Hunters when he was unaware of that status he maintained in this world. God, why did Matteo have to touch that ring!