Date : 25/06/03
Place : Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RA)
Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 44 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.28 and rising, and the relative humidity is 60 percent. The dewpoint is 31 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (28% full).
Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of
the trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes,
trunks broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of
moss hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with
cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and
pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly
in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at
the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the
forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes.
The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.
At a little over five foot tall and with a slim build, KL is hardly
awe-inspiring on first sight. She appears to be around sixteen years
old and carries a teenager's air of disenchantment and irritation.
Her mid-length mousy-brown hair is normally brushed back out of her eyes and behind her ears. She's not beautiful, but she would be cute were it not for the sullen and aggressive set of her mouth, the hostility of her gaze and her somewhat laissez-faire approach to bathing. Her hazelnut eyes look out with disappointment and poorly hidden anger, as if the world were a holiday villa that didn't match the travel agent's description. Her skin is oddly pale, considering the amount of time she spends outdoors, and she has a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse on her right shoulder-blade.
She's got a habit of slouching and of leaning up against any available support. When she forgets to slouch, however, she moves with a surprising degree of grace and compact poise.
She is wearing a faded and beaten up pair of blue jeans that are just a little too large for her, a pair of worn combat boots and a red tank top with "And your little doggy too!" emblazoned across the front.
At the moment, her left eye is surrounded by the pale purple of a fading bruise. There are also signs of a healing bruise on her jaw.
This young man comes across immediately as the outdoorsy type. He's
always been athletic and active, but has filled out quite a bit in the
years since arriving on the farm, his musculature showing the
definition that comes from regular workouts and physical labor. His
skin is a healthy tan, though it hasn't done anything to rid him of the
freckles that dust his nose and cheeks. His hair, once a tousled mess
of rust and chestnut, has been cropped back to a military regulation
high-and-tight. His eyes are an expressive pale green, almost always
determined and confident, frequently with a gleam of mischief and
matched by a playful grin, though a touch of sadness will emerge from
their depths when he thinks no one is watching. For all that he can be
extremely relaxed and lackadaisical when he chooses to be, there's a
strong streak of military discipline that runs through him - he's still
likely to refer to his elders as sir or ma'am, he usually stands when
they enter a room, and he's prone to standing at parade rest when he's
His dress does nothing to change the initial impression. His standard attire is a faded pair of blue jeans or shorts with a US Army t-shirt, both of which are marred by sweat and dirt from his outdoor activities more often than not. He very seldom wears shoes when he's around the farm and bawn, his feet calloused enough that this doesn't give him many problems. When he does wear them, it's a pair of sneakers that are well worn in, having seen their share of miles over all sorts of terrain. The one real constant about the young man is the presence of a metal chain around his neck; a soldier's dog-tags, kept protectively close.
Luke is out for a jog, barefoot despite the rough terrain. He's probably been going a while, to judge by the sweat that soaks his t-shirt despite the cool morning air.
Standing with her hands on her hips and surveying the forest, KL has a look of absolute frustration and irritation on her face. She kicks at some undergrowth then looks around in exasperation.
Luke's run has brought him closer than usual to the house that the Furies call home, a place he hasn't been in quite some time. Catching sight of the young woman standing along the fence, he slows to offer a wave and nod in greeting. While someone who didn't know any better might assume he was just someone from the neighborhood who took a little bit of a back route, she's likely to realize that he was coming from farther out on the bawn.
KL waves slightly in return. "Hey." She says, crossing her arms over her chest.
Luke says, "Don't think I've seen you around here before." A tilt of his head toward the house. "You one of the owner's sisters?" The last word said with just a trace of emphasis.
"Yeah, I'm kind of new to town and I'm staying with one of my sisters. Who're you?"
Luke says, "Luke Cassidy. Live back that way a bit." A thumb over his shoulder toward the woods, pointing somewhat northerly. Definitely not one of the neighbors, then.
"I'm Kathryn-Laura Cole. Just about everyone except my parents call me KL." The Black Fury pauses and grins, "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"
Luke says "Out for a jog. Actually a little later than usual, but I'm entitled to sleep in every now and then, I figure. Hadn't been this way in ages; friend of mine used to live here, though, couple of years ago. Good to meet ya, KL."
KL nods. "You didn't see an arrow lying around anywhere, did you?" She looks around hopefully.
Luke is standing a few feet away from KL, who's just outside the perimeter of the backyard of the Fury house. He shakes his head. "'Fraid not. God, it's been ages since I fired a bow. Was with a different one of the people that used to live here. Can help you look, though."
KL scowls slightly. "Thanks. I was practising. I'm usually superb, but one got away from me." She looks slightly shifty.
Luke's expression turns to one of faint amusement, though he conceals it quickly. "Happens to all of us."
KL puts her hands on her hips. "What?" She says, her scowl deepening.
Luke shakes his head. "Nothing at all." Changing the subject, he asks, "Is it just you and Helen there, these days?"
KL says "Yeah, just the two of us, though I haven't seen her for a little bit. You know Helen?"
Luke nods. "Yup. Remember when she first moved in. We didn't get along too well, back then."
KL says "Oh?"
Luke says "She's mellowed a bit since those days."
KL says "She seems OK to me." She pauses and thinks. "You had breakfast?""
Luke shakes his head. "Not yet. Always wait until after my workout."
KL nods. "Was going to offer you something. Drink, instead?"
Luke says "Was pretty much done, anyway. Can make up the extra distance tonight. So sure, I'll take something."
KL looks around for the arrow one more time. "Damn it. Oh well, it's probably with the oth.." She stops. "Well, it probably isn't going anywhere quickly." She turns and walks back in to the courtyard.
A walled-in Greco-Roman courtyard exists here in the clearing behind the house. One section of the columned wall has fallen and vines clamber skywards up and around the sides of other columns. The courtyard is more or less open, in a sense, the columns created more of a border than an actual wall. There are four actual arched gateways that provide entrance into the courtyard, one at each principal direction. Near the house, on the northern side, there is a small fountain that adds the soothing sound of water to a calm, almost serene atmosphere. The pond around the fountain contains a few waterplants along and a handful of orange-gold koi fish swim lazily about. Diagonally across from that, on the western side, is a statue of the "Winged Victory of Samothrace", more popularly known as the "Headless Nike." Three archery targets, set up at the far southern end of the courtyard, seem in need of some repair and attention.Luke fights back a chuckle. Barely. "Fianna, by the way, if you hadn't guessed."
The courtyard has a number of arrows spread over it, indicating a quite remarkable lack of accuracy on the part of the archer. KL hurries through, actively not looking around. "I hadn't. I think I met one of your lot recently. He fell asleep."
Fury House Common Area
This is the central hub of the house. From here, you can still see
the entrance foyer, as well as the stairway that heads to the second
story. Towards the back of the common area is a set of glass doors that
lead out to a courtyard. To the east, an arched doorway leads to what
apparently serves as a library, office, and workroom, and to the west,
an arched doorway leads to what appears to be a kitchen and dining
There are several chairs here, simple, elegant, yet functional in their design and intent. The room has a comfortable feel to it, but is a bit ascetic in design. The walls are off-white, the molding dark cherry wood and decorated with acanthus-leaf ornamentation at the corners. A pair of antique spears are hung crossed against each other on one wall, and a wall-relief depicting a scene of Grecian warriors hangs on the other. Above the mantle of the fireplace is a small statue of Artemis, on either side of that, dark metal candlesticks with ivory pillar candles. The entire room is a study in the contrast of light and dark.
Luke likely notices the spread of arrows, but chooses not to comment on it. He's got a Fury offering him breakfast, no sense in ruining the moment. "Fell asleep?" he asks as he follows her inside.
KL says "Yeah. Um...Eamon? I think. Something like that. He wandered in to the Farmhouse while I was talking to Karl, introduced himself, then fell asleep on the sofa."
Luke chuckles. "Eamon, yeah. Fostern Ragabash. Guess he'd had a long day. We Fianna are normally more social than that."
KL says "It was 8 am. Long night, I guess. Anyway, what do you want?"
Luke shrugs. "Not much of a cook, so I normally just have cereal and toast or something. But I'll eat most anything, really."
"I can burn water, so cereal and toast is just about within my capability." She busies herself making breakfast. "You from around here?"
Luke grins. "Sounds like we've decided on a menu, then." In answer to her question, he replies, "The last three years. Moved around a lot before then. Army brat."
KL nods. "I'm from Denver, originally." She dumps a bowl, almost overflowing with cereal and milk, in front of Luke. "So, you're a Fianna what?"
Luke seems to approve of the state of the bowl. Teenage male appetite and all. "Theurge. You?"
"Ahroun. Cliath." She helps herself to a bowl too.
Luke crunches away at the cereal, adding, between bites, "Fostern," since he didn't before. "Ahroun. Good to see a few more of those around."
KL pauses and looks at Luke a little closer. "You're the first fostern I've met. Well, except for Eamon, and I didn't get much chance to talk to him. How much in charge are you?"
Luke says "I've got a fair amount of authority among the Fianna. As far as the sept goes, I'm not in charge of anything, though I'm hoping to become Master of the Rite. If you're looking for sept leadership, there's only one at the moment -- Robert, an Athro of the Children of Gaia. He's normally Warder, but with most of our leaders leaving, he's pretty much stuck with everything until things get sorted out."
Helen walks down the stairs, but stops about mid-staircase, spotting Luke and KL. "What are you doing here?" she asks the Fianna (not at all angry, more like surprised, but *almost* pleasantly surprised).
KL is sitting eating a large bowl of cereal. She looks up at Helen's comment. "Umm. I invited him in for breakfast. Sorry." The last bit doesn't seem particularly sincere.
Luke says, "Well, speak of the devil. Helen! Was out running nearby, spotted KL here out in the yard. Didn't recognize her, so I stopped to say hi."
"Hey," Helen says to Luke, and takes a seat. "How've you been?" she asks Luke, and then adds, "And, that's okay, I don't care," to KL.
KL nods. "Do you want any breakfast?"
"Keeping busy," the Fianna replies. "Planning some things to pull the tribe together, and hoping to become Master of the Rite."
Helen blinks at Luke. "Master of the Rite, huh?" She grins faintly. "Guess that works. I'd do something to pull the tribe together, but it's just me 'n' KL right now." She glances over to the other Fury, and then says, "Nah, no breakfast. Not hungry."
Luke says "I figure with most of our elders having left, the sept needs me. Just makes the job easier, it being two of you. Go out and hit a club or something, and you've gotten a good start on it."
KL looks at Luke quizically. "Do you mean literally hit a club?"
Helen laughs. "Hit a club? Hey, KL, wanna go see if Luke's plan works?"
KL says "Yeah, sure." She pauses. "I don't think I've ever actually been to a club."
Luke says "You know. Get dressed up, go out, dance, drink, have fun? You've never been? Then you _definitely_ ought to."
"They're overrated, though sometimes a lot of fun," Helen tells KL.
KL looks interested. "Getting dressed up might be interesting. Should I wear the blue jeans and the red T-shirt, or..."
Luke chuckles. "Sounds like you dress up about like I do."
"And what do *you* dress up like?" Helen asks with a grin.
Luke says "Jeans and a t-shirt, like she said. I'm not usually big on the fancier places. Like to let loose when I'm out having a good time."
KL nods. "It sounds like an interesting idea anyway, better than scattering arrows to the four winds."
Helen can't help but laugh a little at KL's comment. She then stands. "I'm gonna go. I should go check out stuff on the Bawn," she says. "Sorry I can't stay or anything for this, uh, fun conversation, but I'll see you guys later."
Luke waves. "Later, then."
KL nods at Helen.
KL finishes her cereal. "Toast?"
Luke drinks up the milk from the bowl, and nods. "Sure. So what was the sept in Denver like, out of curiosity?"
KL says "The Eternal Circle? Fairly spread-out actually. I didn't get to meet many of them apart from my pack." She sighs. "I don't want you to get the wrong impression - I used to have lots of clothes, but I left them behind."
Luke shrugs. "I live in a cave. Material possessions aren't that big a deal to me. How could you not meet many, though? What about moots?"
KL says "We had a lot of Bone-Gnawers who seemed to regard attendance as less than mandatory. And after...well, for a time anyway, I couldn't actually come in to Denver itself very easily."
Luke nods. "Been here since my first change, personally. Kinfetch went off when I was getting really close to the change, one of my tribe found me a while afterward. If you haven't already, you'll end up meeting someone from nearly all of the tribes here. We're a little unusual that way."
KL says "Yeah, I've met a couple of Gnawers, couple of Striders and..." she rubs the fading bruise on her jaw, "...a Wendigo kin."
Luke says "I take it that one didn't go to well."
KL looks confused. "I'm not sure. It was odd."
Luke looks a little puzzled, himself. "You end up with bruises, and you're not sure?"
KL says "Yeah. We had a discussion, and then it seemed to be OK. I don't quite understand, myself, but it seemed to make her happy."
Luke shrugs. "Whatever, I guess. Hope she at least had the sense not to do it on a full moon."
KL grins. "It wasn't, no. She fought really well. Of course, not being able to shift or use gifts made it more exciting than usual."
Luke seems amused, "And here I thought knocking each other senseless was only a bonding ritual for us guys."
"It wasn't exactly a bonding ritual." She says, eyes flashing. "And even if I'm not quite sure exactly what was going on, it was fucking serious."
Luke says "Relax, relax. Drink some OJ or something. If you're going to have breakfast with a Fianna, you're going to have to learn when to take us seriously."
KL pauses and looks intently at Luke. "Are you patronising me?"
Luke says "What I'm _doing_ is suggesting you lighten up. You're getting pissed over nothing. Don't get me wrong, I like a good scrap as much as anyone, but we just ate."
KL seethes quietly, before breathing deeply. "Sorry. I get a little enthusiastic." She says in a flat monotone. She pauses. "You live in a cave?"
Luke says "Yep. Lived at the farmhouse when I was a cub, and for a while after I rited, but once I made Fostern, it didn't really seem appropriate. And the cave made a good spot; it's close to the bawn, and has plenty of room."
KL nods. "Hmm. The bawn. I understand it's over there somewhere." She waves vaguely eastwards. "But I don't really know what I'm supposed to do to get access to it and the caern, or to properly join the sept."
Luke says "Well, you'll have to perform some type of chiminage. There's no fixed specifications, but it should be something of some value to the sept. Some people have taught rites to members of the sept, others have brought gifts of some kind or other. Once you've come up with some ideas, have Helen take you to Robert, and talk to him."
KL nods and sighs. "I don't know exactly what I can teach or give, but I'll have a think. Mostly, I just do violence on things."
Luke says "The city is full of enemies, on both sides of the curtain. Taking out a few of them might be a possibility."
KL grins. "That sounds more like my thing." She pauses. "On an entirely different subject, this proposed nightclub trip...will you come along?"
Luke is a little surprised by the request. "Um, I can, I guess. You and Helen not going to make it a girl's night out, then?"
KL looks surprised. "Oh. Were we supposed to? I guess it's up to Helen. She just didn't seem that keen, and I kind of am."
Luke says "Well, then, tell you what -- Helen bails on you, and I'll treat. Make sure you get a proper welcome to St. Claire."
KL smiles. "Ok. Hmm... I'll have to go shopping."
Luke says "Just remember. Something to party in." He rises, taking his bowl and spoon over to the sink. "I ought to be getting going. Need to get cleaned up, and have some work to do back at the grotto. Thanks for breakfast, though. And if I don't see you before, I'll check back in a few days, see what's up with the trip to the club."
KL stands up and nods at Luke. "Thanks. Yeah, would be good."