Place : Fury House, Common Area.

Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (20% full).

Time : It is currently 14:48 Pacific Time on Thu May 5 2005.

Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 61 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.86 and falling, and the relative humidity is 72 percent. The dewpoint is 52 degrees Fahrenheit (11 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.

It's a warmish afternoon, for the time of year. It's cloudy, but unlike the last few days, it's not raining. In the Fury House, KL is sitting in the main area, papers spread in front of her.

There's a somewhat tentative knock on the door.

From within, comes a shout of "Who is it?" The voice is female and doesn't sound particularly happy.

There's a pause. With faint amusement in her tone, Rianna calls, "No one you know. And I don't know if I'm in the right place."

The door opens, and KL peers around the door. "You might be. Who are you?" Not friendly, not at all. It's accompanied by a flat, unpleasant glare.


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 seventeen years old and still carries a teenager's air of disenchantment and irritation.
Her mid-length mousy-brown hair is brushed back out of her eyes and behind her ears. It's showing the signs of recent careful, if unskilled, attention - the ends have been neatly trimmed and it's been well brushed. She would be quite attractive - in particular she has a very cute, upturned, nose - were it not for the sullen and aggressive set of her mouth and the hostility of her gaze. 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, and on her right shoulder-blade a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse is visible. Physically, she's well proportioned, and her bare arms show a tight musculature that speaks of regular exercise.
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, and have holes in the knees, a pair of worn combat boots and a faded red tank top with "And your little doggy too!" emblazoned across the front. The tank top has a badly-repaired tear across the chest, causing the word "little" to be have its second "t" deformed. Similarly, the jeans have a set of unrepaired holes on her left thigh, pale skin showing behind the rents.

This hostility appears to just amuse Rianna more. "Rianna Makarios. I don't imagine that's much of a help, though." She's got a somewhat battered backpack, stuffed full, sitting by her side.

"Not much. You looking for anyone in particular? Or know any names?" Full on glare, accompanied by a little hiss of anger.

"Nope. Looking for a particular place, though. Bunch of Sisters." The capitalization is quite audible. "Helen didn't give me very good directions." Rianna shrugs. "People are vague around here."

"Oh!" KL says. The clouds part (metaphorically, the real ones barely move at all), and the sun comes out. KL grins widely and pushes the door open. "That was the magic pass phrase. Come in, come in!" She takes a couple of steps back into the room, leaving the way open for the other woman.

Rianna's own grin is brief, but heartfelt. "Oh, good. This's the first place I tried. I got me some good luck, I guess." She picks up her pack and then drops it inside, near the door. "Next time, I'll try open sesame, first."

"Cool." The Ahroun says. "Rianna, wasn't it? I'm KL Cole, Cliath Ahroun of the Black Furies, packed under Wolverine as part of the war pack HAVOC." She gestures at a chair. "Have a seat, do you want a drink?"

"Yep. Rianna Makarios. Dances the Moon's Line, Artemis' Arrow. Black Fury, obviously. Philodox." She plunks down happily in the chair, and says, "Sure. Water'd be great." After only a very brief pause, she asks, "Is working under Wolverine hard?"

"I don't know! It's new! I only got accepted a week ago!" The Ahroun's enthusiasm is obvious, her eyes wide. "Water." she says, and disappears into the kitchen to return only a few moments later with two glasses of water. She hands one to Rianna and slumps into a seat with a bounce. "Where're you from? Are you staying? Do you have vast amounts of money?"

Rianna pauses, water halfway to her lips. Then she shakes her head minutely, takes a big gulp, and puts it down. "Right, then. Congratulations, New York State by way of Boston, no but I might come back, and no. Why?" Only then does she quirk a small smile.

"Ah." KL looks disappointed at this, and slumps back into the seat. She waves a hand at the ceiling and the walls. "We've got a bit of an issue with the ownership of this house. Oh well, I was hoping you were a Greek bearing gifts, I'm sure we can sort it out." She pauses and grins briefly. "I'm from Denver, originally. Not been here long myself."

"Denver worth visiting?" Yes, this an inveterate traveller talking. "And no, I'm not much into betraying people in overly large wooden horses." She glances around, taking in the furnishings. "But, hell. What's the ownership problem? This is a gorgeous place..."

"It is. But the Fury who owned it died a couple of years ago, and the bank's catching up." The Ahroun gives a little shrug. "We were just about to start doing it up, as well." Despite the nice furnishings, there are signs of wear to the house, and some redecoration is in order (especially on the outside). "Denver? Not worth going there for me." she adds.

Rianna says, "Mmmp. May not take the detour to get there, this time. I gotta get to Montana, see. Got a message for the Sept out that way." She adds, looking around, "Could see if I can get in touch with my Kin, but they're not moneybags."

KL shakes her head slowly. "Nah. Our problem, we'll deal. There's always the emergency red button." This is accompanied by a big frown, and a little hiss of air.

Rianna looks entirely baffled. "Emergency... red... button?"

"You know, big red button. Break glass in emergency only. I could call my Father." KL says, looking at the floor. "He's why I won't go back to Denver. I'd end up locked up in a hospital."

Rianna bares her teeth. Voice carefully restrained, she asks, "He'd lock you up, or the stress of coping with him would send you 'round the bend?"

"He'd lock me up, I guess. I mean, he had people chasing after me for years after I got cubnapped." KL says, still looking at the floor. "Real persistent. Not seen on for ages, though."

Rianna says, tightly, "Right. I think I'd prefer other options than that, then." She looks down at her hands, then snorts. "Not, of course, that it's my goddaned business. Sorry."

KL snorts with laughter and waves a dismissive hand. "Not a problem. I would too. And nice as this is, it's just a house." She sits back. "So, how long are you planning to be around for? And do you need somewhere to stay?"

Rianna sighs. "Guess you're right. I just hate people takin' stuff from the tribe, is all. But it ain't what's important in the long run." She downs the rest of her water, and shakes her head. "Nope. I'm set. Campin' down south of the bawn. I'll probably be hangin' out for a week or so. Th' message I'm carrying isn't urgent, and I'm pretty goddamned tired, at the moment."

"Cool." says KL, nodding. "Normally, you'd be welcome to stay here, but we're a little full at the moment. I guess we could squeeze you in if you wanted a roof over your head, even if I end up sleeping down here." She looks at her glass of water, thus far untouched, and takes a couple of gulps from it.

Rianna shakes her head. "Rooves aren't my big priority. So long as no one minds my bumming around here occasionally to visit, I'm set."

"As far as I'm concerned, you're always welcome, though Helen's the elder, so she has final say." The Ahroun replied, brushing her hair back out of her eyes and behind her ear. " is the east coast? Are you from the big Black Fury Sept back there?"

"Yeah, Helen seemed ok with me stickin' around. Just wish she were better at givin' directions..." It's clear Rianna's joking. "As for the East Coast-- Flowery, just now. Lilacs are bustin' out all over." She grins, that brief, warm grin, and nods. "Yep. Originally from Finger Lakes. Haven't been back in years, though. Last Sept I belonged to was the one near Boston-- Golden Wyld. Stuck there for three years. Pretty much a record for me, when you get down to it."

KL looks interested. "I've wandered a bit, myself, though not through choice. Went down to California." She folds her arms over her chest. "Not sure it's for me. I like being in a pack, and I'm quite territorial."

"I only settled down at Golden Wyld after Casey died. She was the _actual_ Galliard. Me and her wandered all over. Greece, even." Ree shrugs. "Territory isn't my thing. I like packs. Packs are good, but mostly for the people. Had a pack at Golden Wyld. But I don'd mind travelin', either. Although-- Kind of didn't mind stopping, when I was at Golden Wyld. Kind of tired of it, now."

"Tired of travelling, or tired of being still?" KL asks, flicking a glance at the Philodox. She takes a sip from her glass of water, and studies the other Fury.

The other Fury appears, for once, not to be studying anyone or anything else. She's focused on her empty glass. "Travelling. Like I said. Gets tiring. Might even like to see how I like bein' territorial, for awhile." She flicks a look up at KL. "Y'never know, I might like it."

KL bares her teeth, but in a grin rather than a scowl. "If I actually had any territory I'd be being all protective right about now. This is a bit of a strange sept - lots of tribes, but it's not...set. You can make a difference here. Well, I hope I can, anyway."

Slowly, Rianna nods. "Yeah. Might see about comin' back, once I'm done in Montana. See if I can help things along. Could work pretty good..." She trails off.

KL nods. "Well, we don't have a tribal philodox at the moment. Got a galliard, two ragabashes and an ahroun." She taps her chest proudly. "So, the position is open." She smiles.

"Huh. Didn't know that. That's... pretty good." Rianna's smile is almost tentative, but warm. She rises to her feet. "Have to think about this." She's heading toward her pack, explaining, over her shoulder, "Do my best thinking while walking." Shoving it onto her shoulders, she says, "Thanks. You're good t'talk to."

"Yeah. Moon's thin." KL says. "You should have been here a couple of weeks ago. I'd probably have started screaming at you." She stands up, and moves to the door.

Rianna shoots a grin at the other woman. "I'd've just been amused, then, an' gone hunting with you. Nothin' like a good hunt to help with the Moon's pull." She shrugs, and adds, before she heads out, "See you around." The pack, though stuffed, doesn't seem terribly heavy.

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