Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (100% full).

Time :It is currently 12:10 Pacific Time on Sun Sep 18 2005.

Place :Farmhouse


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 today held in a neat plait that hangs down just below her shoulders, and is held at the end with a brown leather band. 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 white T-Shirt which has a dirty brown mark across the middle, a pair of white cycling shorts, white sports socks and a pair of white trainers which have seen better days. There's a large bandage wrapped around her right calf.

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room

All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.

Cradling a warm mug of tea, Maggie Adams lays sprawled across the couch, sipping her warm drink and reading a book. /Geology of North America/ the title proclaims, oh how the mighty have fallen, she must be /really/ bored. In any case, her body language conveys that it is so, as her eyes scan the page she begins to drift off into blissful sleep...

A sleep that is destinied not to be particularly long, or particularly peaceful. From outside, there's the thud of boot on porch, and then the door is flung open with an loud bang. The cause is a brown-haired girl in her late teens, carrying a mid-sized rucksack, a quiver full of arrows and an unstrung garish red practice bow. All of these items are flung down in the hallway, and she stands at the entrance to the lounge, looking around for anyone within with an expression of mild disgust. Some moments after the her appearance, her smell wafts into the house. It would appear she hasn't bathed for some considerable time.

Maggie blinks up sleepily from her book, looking the Furry over with curiosity. Yawning, she puts the book down and tilts her head to the side "Who are you?" she asks, running her fingers threw her golden-blond hair.

"Who am I? Who the fuck are you?" spits the Fury, folding her arms over her chest. Her feet move to be shoulder-width apart as she turns to face Maggie, staring at the other girl with hostility.

More tired blinking from Maggie. "Wow. You're pissed off huh? Just had a fight or something? I'm Maggie. Now what's your name, should I -rhya you or not?" As she speaks the Ragabash hoist herself up off the bed, stretching out her arms. "Look, you can't fucking intimidate me," she explains, "I call Brom my friend."

Aaron sounds like an elephant coming down the stairs with a towel around his neck but without a shirt. The young man smells strongly of Ivory soap and shaving cream. His face is smooth which an exception of his dark goatee. "Hey," he says as soon as he hits the bottom stair, entering the room without realizing what is going on.

"Brom's your friend? Wow, you just went down in my estimation." The Fury shakes her head. "KL-Cole, also known as Escapes-From-Money, Cliath Ahroun of the Black Furies, packed under Wolverine as part of HAVOC." She glances over her shoulder at the newcomer. "Do I know you?" she asks, with no change from the hostile tone that she's using on Maggie. Her attention returns to the other girl. "Do you have a proper introduction?"

Maggie nods over to Aaron as he announces his presence. "Hm, yes, formal stuff. You're a Black Fury huh? The feminist people right? I'm Maggie Climbs-the-Ladder-Slowly, Rotagar cub of the Fenrir." she nonchalantly sips her drink. "So, do you want some tea, or do you want to go down the barn and beat the shit outta me? I'd be happy to help you if you're goal is tea."

"I've never seen you before," Aaron replies, southern drawl exceptionally sharp. "Aaron Daniel Knight, named Slower-Than-A-Speeding-Bullet or Mad-Dog, Ahroun Bone Gnawer Cub." he introduces himself while studying the woman silently. He gives her a calm, yet broad grin at her introduction of being a Black Fury.

KL looks a bit nonplussed by her failure to pick a fight. "Tea? Nah. But if you're willing to fetch me a glass of water, I'd kill for it." She pauses, and cocks her head on one side. "Perhaps literally." The Ahroun glances around again at Aaron and nods. "Take it you heard the full bit. Call me KL." The anger that was all-encompassing a moment ago has vanished as quickly as it appeared. She still smells, though.

Maggie nods, and carefully places down her mug of tea before heading off into the adjacent room. From the kitchen the sound of a screeching tap and gushing water is heard, before the new-moon returns, a glass of the clear liquid in her hand. "Here you go KL-rhya, or whatever."

Aaron curls up his nose a little as he catches wind of KL. "I take it that you have not been around for awhile?" he asks the Cliath. His arms fold across his chest.

"Just KL. Thanks." KL says, taking the glass. She takes a couple of steps further into the room and drops into a seat. "Been away for a while. Needed to sort my head out a bit. Back now, but I think we've been evicted from the Fury house. Fucking annoying, but there you go. I've run about fifty miles today, so, fundamentally, I'm here to steal the shower." She looks at Maggie. "You one of Signe's, then?" she asks. "Met Emma?"

Maggie walks over to the couch and bends down the pick up her tea mug. Taking a sip of her drink, she nods. 'A'yep, met Emma. She was my primary teacher when I was back at Brownstone, now I mostly train with Brom and Nikolai, I think Emma's spending a lot of time with Poe." she shrugs, "Shower's that way." she adds, pointing up the stairs. "Why'd you run so much? For the hell of it?"

"You're not the only one," says Aaron. "I've heard that the Shadow Lords and the Silver Fangs were evicted from their safehouses in the past year too." Then he remains quiet as KL asks Maggie a question.

"Best way to get from where I was to here." KL says to Maggie, with a shrug. She looks at Aaron. "Yeah. As a sept we have a bit of a cash flow problem, I think." Her brow furrows as she considers something, then she looks back to Maggie. "You've been training with Brom? Might take you up on that Barn offer later." she says with a grin.

Maggie smiles back at the full-moon. "Sounds good, I've got a fight-date with Aaron sometime too," she glances over her shoulder to grin at the Bone Gnawer, "But I've been pretty busy lately. Next I time I run into you or something like that." She leans back on her heels and tips her head back to slowly drain the last drops of her tea.

"Just because she is training with Brom doesn't suddenly make her a good fighter," Aaron says in light disgust. "He's just a head full of rage, a decent figure, and the blessing of Fenris." he remarks with a dry southern drawl. "I call him... fortunate, but I would not mark Maggie or anyone else something great just because their trainer is a fucking bully and likes seeing other Garou bleed."

The Fury grins at Aaron. "Yeah. I say similar things in my better moments too." she says, with obvious relish. "However, in the interests of fairness, I should say that Brom beat me into a pulp when we sparred." She leans back and shrugs again. "I don't have much to teach cubs, unless you want a very long chat about the damage men have done to the world, and how much better it would be if I was in charge."

Maggie tilts her head to the side and peers over to Aaron. "Hm, yeah, lot's of people think that being trained by Brom is no great thing, quite the opposite, but at least I'm not just sitting her doing nothing like some of the cubs I've seen." she turns to face KL, "Yeah, listening to lectures about how the world should have been aren't really the most helpful thing... You've gotta know something though..." swerving her eyes around the room her gaze lands on the Fury's bow, "Like that."

"Please, don't..." he mutters to the Fury. "Well, I don't see any bragging rights until you beat the shit out of someone and prove that Brom has taught you well." Aaron replies. "Touch Deer and YI have been working on my training, and if I hear anyone fucking say that they want to work with me just because I am being trained by then..." he lingers off and then snorts. "Well, I am going out." he notes as he steps towards the door. "We don't need another refridgerator broken on my account." With that, the Ahroun steps out through the front door, slamming the door behind him.

KL follows the direction of the Fenrir cub's gaze, and smiles when she recognises the target. "Yeah. That's just a practice bow - my proper bow is in safekeeping with a kin in town, but I swiped that from the Fury house before we got evicted." She sniffs. "There are some who say that a bow isn't a useful weapon for a Garou, but you never know what's useful. We took on a smog bane a little while ago, and my bow was one of the few things that could hurt it." She looks surprised at Aaron's sudden departure. "Fuck. Wonder what I said. Touch Deer's really cool too." She shakes her head. "Anyway. If you want a couple of lessons, and we can sort out a target, I'm happy to show you what I know."

The new-moon watches the Gnawer leave amusedly. "Aaron's.. strange, I guess. Gotta lot of drive and stuff, kind the anti-Basil. Touch Deer's awesome, he's training all the cubs right now, and he said he was gonna teach me some tracking some time." She grins up at Kl and looks excited by the Ahroun's words. "You'd... really? That'd be great, I'm getting kinda sick of the rawr, smash training I've been getting. I mean claws are good and all, but you can't throw them."

The Fury nods. "Yeah. Sometimes you need to take something out at range." She sniffs. "I really reek, don't I? I better go have a shower. I've got some other useful skills, from time to time, anyway. I'll check with Signe that she's OK with me teaching you archery, but I can't see there being a problem."

Maggie flops down on the couch and nods eagerly. "Sounds good. Guess I'll seeya around then. Have a good shower." With a grin and a sigh the Ragabash then starts rustling around the couch, looking for her displaced book.

KL stands up and heads towards the stairs. "Sure. Nice meeting you." With that, she grabs her rucksack and climbs the stairs, humming tunelessly as she goes.

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