Place: The Fury House

Time: It is currently 15:48 Pacific Time on Tue Mar 1 2005.

Moon Phase: Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (60% full).

Weather: Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 44 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.00 and falling, and the relative humidity is 96 percent. The dewpoint is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)

Common Area(#2409RAJh$)

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 area.. 
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.

Mid-afternoon in St. Claire. Light rain is falling in misty tranches, moistening the roads, the trees, and any poor unfortunates who happen to be out it in it. From outside the house comes the sound of someone marching up the stone path, followed by a loud hammering on the front door.

Helen is lounging on the couch, hiding from the rain inside, skimming a book idly. She perks up, turning to peer at the front door; standing, she ambles towards it, calling out, "Who is it?"

An epithet of surprise escapes from the putative guest, a loud "Fuck!" There's the sound of someone shifting on the porch, then a somewhat quieter "Um... KL?" The rising intonation in the voice turning what should be a statement into some kind of question.

Opening the door, Helen peers at Kathryn-Laura, blinking. Instead of saying hi, she says, sounding quite surprised, "You're back."

KL looks embarrassed, and slightly damp. "Yeah. Have been for a while. Didn't you get the note I left?" This last said with some defiance, her chin jutting proudly.

Helen bites her lower lip, brows furrowing as she thinks. Her face brightens, and she laughs. "Yeah, sorry," she says, holding the door open. "I'm just...not thinkin'. Come in, looks pretty gross outside, though at least 'snot pouring..."

"Thanks." KL steps into the house and looks around, resting her hands on her hips and dripping onto the floor. "And I sent a message via Olga as well, but that was probably a bit unreliable." she continues. "So, yeah. I'm back. Sorry I went away."

Helen lifts her shoulders in an easy shrug. "'s okay," she says. "I've been thinkin' of leaving anyway. Probably won't, don't have anywhere to go. At least you're back." After pausing for a few moments, she adds, "Where were ya? Or d'ya not wanna talk about it?"

KL gives a large shrug, dropping more water onto the flooring. "It's not a big deal. You remember that my Dad was chasing after me? Well, his PI got here real quick. Much quicker than I was expecting. I saw him out on the street in Kent Crossing. Next thing I know, I'm closer to California than here." She grins. "I hung around there for a bit, got fired as both a waitress and as a warehouseman." There's a little snort of laughter at this. "But anyway. Long story. Problem is dealt with, and I'm back. Shouldn't happen again."

Helen asks nothing more, just nods. "My mom died, so I was gone for awhile too," she answers, sounding somewhat sad...but at the same time, not really. "D'ya want anything? Food? Towels?" She grins crookedly.

"You want me to stop messing your floor?" KL puts her head on one side, her damp hair trailing down her back in strings. "It's probably a good idea...but actually, I was hoping for some advice. I've got a couple of problems."

Helen laughs. "Well, I can always clean it," she says. "But let's talk about the problems first. So what are your problems? Dr. Helen, here to serve."

"Right." KL says, holding up a hand to tick off the issues. "One, I've pissed off Megan, I think, and anyway I need to sort out Chiminage. Two, I'm thinking about trying to join a pack full of Get of Fenris, and I need to know why it's a bad idea. Three, I'm due to 'spar' with someone who's at least a foot taller than me, and I want to know if it's dishonourable to throw lime in his eyes to begin with, or to collapse a barn on him or something, and fourth..." she pauses "I could do with not sleeping under hedges, in a hostel I can't really afford, and in a brownstone that's full of Get." She nods. "I think that's about it."

Helen clicks her tongue. "Dr. Helen recommends you trying to talk to Megan about Chiminage and then she'll think some about what you could do. She also thinks that joining a pack of Get is damn stupid since we just don't get along unless you want to get the shit beat out of you, and thinks throwing lime in someone's eyes is pretty funny and does not think it's dishonorable. Oh, yes, and you can stay here, of course." She grins, amused at herself talking in third person. "Got it?"

KL's face takes on a slightly sulky expression in the middle of Helen's response, though she brightens up at the end bit. "Cool. Talk to Megan about chiminage. Throw lime in Brom's eyes and...don't join the get pack." Her voice falls at the end of this. "It's just...I like Emma a lot. And we get on OK. I mean, we kicked seven shades of shit out of each other when we first met, but it was cool after that. I'd _like_ to be in a pack with her." There's a hint of whine in her voice at the end of this.

"Well, if *you* think you can handle bein' in the pack, go ahead," Helen says, "but I wouldn't do it. And the lime thing--if it's with a Get they'll probably get pissed off, but hey, I think it's pretty funny. Just try to be fast since you're smaller while you're kicking each other's asses."

KL nods. "Yeah. I can't let him land a blow on me - got to be faster and smarter, which shouldn't be difficult, as he's a steroid-addled lump." She grins. "I'm rather looking forward to it. Please don't go away." There's no pause between the two statements. "I've not met another Black Fury here, and I'd hate to be carrying the flag of sanity all by myself."

Helen shrugs. "If you wanna join, go do it, but I wouldn't. Just doesn't sound too great to me. Sounds like you're setting yourself up to get beat on and stuff, since you're a Fury, they're Get--but if you think it'll work out, go ahead. I'm not *telling* you you shouldn't join, do whatever you want. You and I are the only Furies around here, really...so..."

"You're the boss." KL grins. "Fury Elder and all that." She snaps to attention and throws a military-salute in Helen's direction, before ruining the effect by giggling. "Oh, yeah, which reminds me. Issue five. Or six. Or something. Have you met Hope?"

Helen, too, giggles, but it fades quickly. "Hope? No. Never met 'er..."

"She's a little girl. Maybe ten years old? Staying at the farmhouse. Someone's been performing experiments on her...she's got bits of metal sticking out of her. The cub Kevin told me that Alicia had dealt with the..." she pauses, mid flow, searching for the right word, "beast...that did it to her, but I thought I'd check up with her, just to make sure."

Helen's eyes go wide. "What the..." She trails off, frowning, expression quite angry. "Jeez, holy shit. That's..." She has no words. Shaking her head, she says, "Yeah. You should. Guess I should too, poor kid..."

"I think I said that I would insert his genitals into a hole I'd carved in his chest cavity," KL says, muscles clenching as she remembers it. "Or something like that. It's a bit blurry." The Ahroun shakes her head, as if to clear the anger away. "She's Garou. That was the point of the experiment. What makes a Garou a Garou?"

Helen exhales deeply. "Holy shit," she mutters to herself as Kathryn-Laura tells her about the poor girl. "That's fucking disgusting--an' I'd help ya with that guy. How the hell did they find out about her bein' Garou and everything?"

A shrug. "Kevin wasn't exactly forthcoming with the details. And now he's a Glasswalker!" KL looks up at the ceiling in exasperation. "But yeah, I'll try and get the full story. When I meet Alicia."

"A Walker? For some reason I always thought he'd turn out to be Fianna," Helen said, "though the kid seems to have some major issues with that..." She trails off. "Anyway. Yeah. Ask Alicia--or I will. I need t'talk to her anyway."

"Cool." KL looks around. "Yeah. I guess Emma will be pissed about Kev joining the Walkers." This brings out a wry grin. Holding her arms out away from her body, KL looks down and inspects herself. "I think I'm dry." she comments. "Unlike the floor. Sorry. I'll mop up later."

Helen glances down at the wet floor, then shrugs. "That's okay, I can clean it up. D'you need anything? Or was that all there is you wanted to talk about? Well, besides talking to me finally."

"I think that's it. Is it not enough? I met Squeaks, who nearly tore my leg off..." KL waves at the rents in her jeans. "And Olga, who told me about what happened with Renee." Sadness flits across the Ahroun's face. "But other than that, I'm good."

Helen nods. "Yeah. Well, there's an extra room, so you can go set up in there. I'm gonna get going, go see if I can find Alicia and talk to her 'bout that poor kid..."

"Thanks!" KL says, pleasure creasing up her eyes. "And yeah - let me know what you find out about Hope. And if there's anyone that needs education as a result."

Helen nods once more, smiling at KL. "'Course. So I'll seeya later. Welcome back, too," she says, moving past KL to the door. She pats the other Fury's shoulder as she passes, and leaves.


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