Time : It is currently 06:52 Pacific Time on Thu Dec 1 2005.
Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly cloudy. The temperature is 36 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.64 and falling, and the relative humidity is 85 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (0% full).
Place : Farmhouse
Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
Standing at an arrogant five foot three inches, this young teenager commands the space around her as if it were in existence solely for her. Her features are flawless: smooth, clear skin, high cheekbones, a button nose and dark, green eyes are set on a slightly ovaled face. Her hair is long and dark brown, slightly wavy and reaching to her middle back.
She moves with a steady grace; shoulders up and posture tall. Her gaze, often friendly enough, is also one of pride and cockiness, and her smile can just as quickly be turned to a wicked sneer.
Standing a little over five foot tall and slimly built, KL makes a not particularly imposing first impression. In her late teens, she has an air of irritation, and of nervy energy, combined with hostility and restrained aggression.
Her mousy-brown hair is pulled back into a plait that hangs down to the small of her back, and is fastened at the bottom and the top by dark brown leather bands. She would be quite attractive - she has a very cute, upturned nose, and expressive hazelnut eyes - were it not for the anger in her gaze and the sullen set of her mouth. She stares at people - particularly people she doesnt know - with a cold fury, as if waiting for an opportunity to attack them.
KL has pale skin, and on her right shoulder-blade is a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse. There isn't much in the way of excess flesh on her, her cheekbones are clearly visible and her bare arms have a tight musculature that speaks of regular and plentiful exercise.
She's rarely still for very long, and while she still remembers to slouch around from time to time, she's less inclined to do it these days, and her natural grace, balance and co-ordination is clearly evident in her movements.
She's currently wearing a pair of blue jeans that are slightly too large for her - it appears only a black leather belt is preventing them from descending southwards at pace. On her top half is a maroon t-shirt which has a picture of a small rabbit with its hands over its ears and the legend "Not Listening" beneath. Over that is a black leather jacket, unfastened and hanging loosely around her torso. On her feet are an old and battered pair of combat boots, that have seen many better days.
Early morning. Unpleasant slate-grey clouds hang low over the land. The rear door to the farmhouse opens to admit KL, carrying a folded piece of paper. She looks tired - her eyes are tinged with red, and her skin has a grey hue that echoes the sky outside.
The stairs creak as Sophie comes jogging down them. Dressed in a pair of grubby sweats and donning an equally worn hoodie, the girl looks about to get some exercise in. She of course stops when she spots the kitchen's occupant, canting her head for just a moment. "Morning KL-rhya. It look about to rain still?"
"It had better not." KL says, stopping in the middle of the kitchen and staring. "Have we met?" It's not very hostile - she looks confused more than angry. "And you can drop the -rhya business." Now Sophie is closer, she can probably make out the words "Touch Deer" on the piece of paper KL is holding.
Sophie smiles lightly, "A long time ago, when I was very new here. We had a rather short conversation between the bathroom door. You also fetched me an icepack. Thanks by the way, don't think I ever mentioned it before." She moves to the sink and turns the faucet on, grabs a glass and gets to procuring some water.
Realisation dawns. "Ah. Yes. I remember." Her brown furrows. "Sophie?" she hazards, eventually. "I didn't recognise you without the puffy eyes." She pulls herself up to perch on the counter, feet kicking lightly against the cupboard door beneath. "How's it going?"
Sophie chuckles, "Yes, Sophie Warren these days. Turns-like-the-Seasons. It's going okay. Would be better if Cole would get me Rited. Tired of cubhood."
"Yeah. It's a shitty time." KL says, with a grin. "When you're a cliath, you at least get some respect. When you're a cub you get patronised, ignored or coddled. What auspice are you, anyway? And a Fianna?"
Sophie nods. "Half-moon." The water is emptied and the glass set aside. "And Fianna by choice and by blood now too. The Corax helped me get some info on my real dad, and the Fianna tracked him down." She smiles at this, looking pleased.
"Cool. The exact inverse of my problem." The Fury replies. "My problem is my Dad tracking me down. Though, touch...formica...he seems to have given up." She shuffles around on the counter, shifting her weight from buttock to buttock. "Have you seen Touch Deer recently?" she asks.
Sophie shakes her head, "Not recently, but I usually trail his scent on my second run. Can I pass a message to him for you?"
KL waves the piece of paper. "I'm going to pin this to the board, but if you see him, mention that I need a chat. There's something I need his permission to try and deal with." She slides down off the counter and wanders towards the refridgerator. "Do you know if there's any milk?"
Sophie nods her head and moves to the fridge, pulling out a fresh container and a glass. "Things got stocked up yesterday, good timing." After pouring some, she hands it over to the Fury. "Is everything okay?"
The Fury winces. "Um... did you know Maggie?" she asks, cautiously. "Get of Fenris cub?" She stands in the middle of the floor, watching Sophie and the milk carefully.
Sophie nods, "A little bit. We weren't very close. But then, I am not very close to many cubs. I don't get along with them." This gets a wide grin. "I seem to recall you didn't get on with anyone except Cole for a bit." KL says. "Anyway, Maggie was killed investigating a tire fire. I'm going to try and pick that up, and deal with it. Permanently."
Sophie ohs, and nods. "Yeah, that was her Rite. I still get along with Cole. But I've made amends with the others I've upset. Even Olga. -Well I tried. Got in a lot of trouble for doing it too." She grins.
"Oh?" KL says. "And being in trouble is a natural state for Garou, so get used to it. "Do the Fianna have a place to live? Or will you be stuck here in cubville once you rite?" She sticks out a hand for the milk glass, a slightly pleading expression on her face.
Sophie twitches, "God I hope not. We have the grotto, but that is more for lupus residence. So," sigh, "I don't know."
"Something to consider. Sleeping under hedges gets really fucking old, really quickly." KL says, giving up on asking for the milk and just grabbing for it.
Sophie blushes and looks at the now empty milk hand. "Sorry. Trouble is, I don't know where I could live. I need to seriously look into whether or not people will recognize me after I rite. I don't know what I should do about that either. I'd love an apartment. Maybe some roommates. God, packmates too. Though I don't know what to do about that. I was going to pack with Morgan, but a lot of people don't want a metis around."
"Mmm" KL bubbles through the milk that she is now happily drinking. "Why would they not recognise you?", she says, taking the glass away from her mouth. "The rite doesn't change your face, unless you get really unlucky and clawed or burnt or something." Sophie winces at that, shaking her head. "I mean that it would not be good for people to recognize me. 'Oh look, isn't that the movie star kid that disappeared eight months ago? Wow yeah it is.' Then all the press, the interviews... the focus and attention." She shakes her head. "No good."
"Movie star kid?" KL asks. "You were in the movies before your first change?" She shakes her head. "Wow! Can I touch you?" The 'impressed' attitude is obviously slightly humorous, but the teasing grin quickly fades. "Do you miss it?"
Sophie rolls her eyes, "Not movies, a tv show. And... I am not sure if I miss it. It actually feels really good to be able to take care of myself like I do now. But, well, being pampered is never awful feeling you know?"
"Depends what comes along with it." KL says. She's developed a milk moustache, as a result of over-enthusiastic consumption, and seems oblivious to it. "I guess I was pampered as a kid, but I hated it. It went along with pink dresses and dolls and being quiet and nice and staying indoors."
Sophie chuckles, "I was more of the 'oh my god, she is unhappy, give her what she wants' pampered." She waggles her brows, "Made my first months here into quite the adjusting period. Looking back, I was awful. And looking at what I know now, there are so many other things that are more important." She sighs then and taps her lip, "You got milk here." "-But, I still don't socialize well. I sort of, well, I am - I mean, I think of myself sometimes, as still the little miss super star."
"Heh." KL says, wiping the milk off on the sleeve of her coat and then draining the glass. "You can be a Garou superstar, you know. Some are. Not movies or TV, but if you do really famous stuff, they'll remember you _forever_. Immortality. Of a sort." Sophie nods. "That's sort of what I am going for. Or, I was." She hops up on the counter, leaning back on one of the cupboards. "I like being the best at stuff ya know? So I figured I'd start trying to be the best here. At least among the cubs." And here the tone drops, her posture sliding. "But that's not working out. Justin. The twerp, is already on his Rite, and he's like four months less Garou than me!"
"I met him." KL comments. "He thought I had a clue or something, because I have a tattoo." She shrugs, and turns a palm upwards. "I didn't, obviously." She leans back against the counter. "You can only control the things you can control. And when Cole decides it's time for you to rite isn't really one of them. Better to wait and pass first time, than hurry and fail. Or die. No?"
Sophie nods her head, "I guess. But if I have to call Justin -rhya even once, I am going to slug him. Disrespectful or not." She sighs, looking genuinely bothered.
KL grins. "Well, last I saw he wasn't doing very well, so you may not have anything to worry about. Now, is there anything else you need help with? Advice? Information? I don't know very much, but I've at least seen the outside world recently." She sets the empty glass down on the sink, without rinsing it.
Sophie grins a little. "Well. It's a thin moon, and you're someone I've not sparred with, so I won't know your moves. I could use practice fighting something unknown. And- you're ahroun, which means you kick butt."
An eyebrow raise. "Well, I hope so. Though much of being an Ahroun involves gifts and stuff, which I wouldn't use sparring. But sure. I better post this note -" she waves it "- first, then we can go out to the barn?" KL looks keen.
Sophie nods her head and hops down from the counter. "I can run later. Or, maybe you could even come with for that. I like learning from lots of folks, opens your eyes to things you might not have thought to look for. You know?
"Faintly." KL says, moving through to pin her note onto the board. "Though I don't take instruction very well." she says as she returns. "So I tend to need to have things beaten into me."
Sophie winces at the thought, "I uh, was stubborn when I first got here. Now it's more prideful. But, the pride shuts off when the risk of facial harm becomes evident." She slips out the back door and heads in to the barn.
Big Red Barn(#3420RA)
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
Touch Deer eyes the neck of the young goth as he answers, "Silver is of Luna, the moon, the sister of Gaia. Luna gave us several things when Gaia created us: our Rage, our ability to change shapes as she does in the sky each month...I suppose it is the tie between Luna, ourselves, and silver that make it affect us as it does...may I ask how that happened?" He points inquisitvely at Andrew's neck.
Andrew looks down for a second, then laughs, "This? Stupidity and ignorance, all rolled into one. When I first changed a few days ago...I used to wear this silver pendant around my neck, was a gift from my mom. But, ehh...the two I was with, beat me up...and apparently they saved my life because of it, they probably were also the ones who took it. It was nice too." he murrs at that last one.
Touch Deer mms, quietly understanding the scar, now. "Who were those two, if I may ask? Jeremy and another?"
Andrew shakes his head, "Nah...Jeremy was later, after I was tied to a couch with ropes and woke up with a gun at my head." he says for a moment, "I don't actually think I got the names of the two who did me in though."
The barn door slides open and two girls slip into the chill of the building. Sophie stops as she spies there are others in there, and glances over her shoulder at KL. "Oh sorry. We had come in to practice some things, we can go though." She looks at the gathered, nodding to each and giving Andrew a more lengthly perusal.
Abraxas pulls his attention from the other two in order to glance toward the entering women. He eyes Sophie briefly, and KL considerably longer, before propping his chin with one hand. His face is covered in only just scabbing injuries, and one sleeve is ripped.
KL, the Fury Ahroun, peers around Sophie's shoulder, and on seeing Touch Deer does a (slightly comic) double-take. "I think my note might be redundant." she says to Sophie, quietly but perfectly audibly to everyone in the barn. A glance at the other occupants, and her eyebrows raise in an expression of mild surprise. "Seems to be sparring day." she says, marginally louder.
Touch Deer waves the girls in, a soft smile touching his lips. "I see, well, come on in, feel free to use the space."
Andrew gives a look over towards the newcomers, but as he sees Sophie looking at him, he simply just looks down and away. Hes against a nearby wall, his back leaning against it, and his shirt is pulled a little bit down as a healed-over scar rings his neck.
Sophie looks at everyone and bobs her way in and to an empty space of corner. "We'll try to keep it down." She nods at KL, "Pretty lucky grab. I didn't even know he was about just now." She sets herself down on a hay bale and takes off her socks and shoes.
KL wanders in to the barn, and over to Touch Deer. "Could do with a very brief chat, Touch Deer-rhya." She says to him. "I'll keep it brief. Have you heard about Anji and Jessica - Fury kin - being attacked in the city? At SCCU? And is anyone dealing with the tire fire? And if not, do you mind if I do? Or at least try to?"
They chat briefly, TD leavesAndrew gives a look about, as he makes a slide for the door, wall-sliding in its own special form. "If the Rhyas would excuse me, I need to get my chores done in the kitchen."
Sophie gets all situated for shifting as the others mill about and converse. Then she steps back and bulks up into Glabro. "Crinos KL? Or Glabro to start?" She nods to Andrew, "Dishes are done already Andrew, but the floor needs a sweep."
Abraxas doesn't seem inclined to jump in on any conversation. He remains seated on the hay bales, chin in hand, half bent over. Andrew nods his head quickly, "Yes'em." before he makes his way out of the barn and into the farmhouse.
KL looks at Sophie. "OK. Glabro, if you don't mind. Moon's small, but lets not take any chances." She takes her jacket off and carefully lays it on hay-bale, out of the way of danger, then turns and stalks towards Sophie, her form swelling in size as she shifts to Glabro.
Sophie nods her head and balls her fists up, looking over the other as the two begin to size one another up. "Ready?" she offers in way of polite warning, then shoves off and rushes at the other with a fist aimed for the girls chin. Sophie pages:
Sophie has been practicing, but she is not really a 'fighter' type. So you should be able to knock her around soundly. KL's lips spread into a wide, toothy, unpleasant grin, and she watches the other girl rush her. There's a moment when it looks like Sophie's fist is going to cold-cock her, then one foot shifts slightly, a shoulder drops away, and she sways out of the way of the blow, turning matador-like in the hope that the cub's momentum will carry her past.
Sophie had swung hard and so is carried by the momentum at least a bit. She plants a heavy foot and swivels to right herself again, the left hand striking out in a less-than aimed shot at a kidney.
The blow lands, though it's far from fearsome, and KL lets out a hiss of displeasure as she turns to follow the cub. With a growl, she pulls back her hand and unleashes a flurry of blows - her hands moving so quickly they're a blur - at the cub's head, following the combination up with a roundhouse kick aimed at the middle of Sophie's back.
The moment of celebration at the punch contact is short lived as Sophie finds herself assaulted with punches. Just as she is about to back up and regroup from the onslaught, the kick catches her back and the Glabro-shaped cub goes skidding down to her knees. It lets slip a growl of her own, and she is scrambling to get back up, fists pumping as she turns to charge the other in a more football-esque tackle.
KL allows herself a little bark of victory, but her eyes never leave her opponent. As Sophie rushes, KL drops to her knees, half-turned to the side, one shoulder dropped, hands ready to help lift and throw the oncoming cub.
Up and over she goes, and quickly, the signs of frustration begin to surface. Her jaws clench and she rights herself, stopping to watch the other for a second. Another push forward, after all - you don't win by playing defense. This time she shoves out at the Ahroun, rather than throwing a punch and forfeiting her momentum.
The Ahroun lets the blow hit her, and takes a couple of steps back, riding it. She holds up a hand and growls a "Stop!", then makes "calm down" motions with her hands, before folding her arms in front of her chest and waiting to see what the cub does. She's breathing quite hard, and sweat is permeating the armpits of her T-shirt, if that's any sort of consolation to Sophie.
Sophie can be credited with obedience and will power, if not fighting prowess. She pulls herself back as well and looks at the other, her face filled with emotion and eagerness. "I /suck/ at this!" she spits out, clearly unhappy.
KL shifts slowly back down to Homid, smiling. "You don't, you know. You hit me twice." She makes an open gesture with her arms. "Look. I've been a Cliath for over three years now. This is what I _do_. It's my job. You're not going to be able to hit me, or hurt me much. Especially not if I'm paying attention." She takes a slow step towards Sophie. "You did fine, and you'll do better next time. I just don't want you to frenzy on me, so let's cool it. Why don't we go through the whole thing slowly, and I'll show you what I did, and the bit where I cheated."
Sophie inhales slowly and closes her eyes in a gesture of meditation. "Alright." She remains in Glabro though, "That kick stung," she admits, "Can I stay in this form a bit more? -And I won't frenzy. I never have."
The Ahroun nods. "Sure. OK, the first thing you did was charge me. That's good in one way, because you're trying to catch me by surprise. If it works. If it doesn't, you're in trouble. Most sparring-type fights start with a caginess. You want to find out how good your opponent is while not getting hit yourself." She shrugs. "That make any sense?
" Sophie nods. "I used to sit back too long. You can't win playing defense. So, I tried to get in on the first push."
"Not stupid." KL comments. "But don't over-commit yourself. Don't let me use your movement against you." She grins. "Of course, I say all this, but when I'm fighting for real, I tend to just pile in all teeth and claws and cope with the consequences."
Sophie grins a little and nods, "Yeah. Will you work on this more with me maybe?"
"Cole won't mind?" KL says. "I'd hate to tread on his toes. If he says 'yes', then of course. Actually...would you like me to bring up a bow? Archery is surprisingly useful." She frowns, and looks down at the floor. "I was going to teach Maggie."
Sophie grows quiet as well then, "That'd be neat, but Twist gave me a wooden sword to work with. Any chance you're good with one of those? And Cole won't mind. I ask to spar with lots of people, but you, I trust you. Especially when you had us stop. Some of the others would rather get me riled up and have reason to knock me down. I think."
KL sniffs. "I've never used a sword. I can use a knife quite well." She hitches up a pant leg to reveal the knife strapped to her shin. "But not really tried with swords. Aren't they a bit weavery?" There's a wide grin at this, and the hint of a laugh in her voice.
Sophie grins, "Twist is a an old school Tinker. I think learning to use a sword is like, a pre-emptive thing for using klaives. His family has made some fine weapons. I don't know. Maybe it's a Fianna thing. I'll tell you what. I'll learn the sword, and teach you, and you can trade me how to learn the bow."
"Cool." KL says, with enthusiasm. "Twist is a blacksmith?" She enquires, suddenly very interested indeed. "Isn't he the one with the silver shop?"
Sophie nods, "Yeah, a tinker, silver smith guy. But he is picky with rules on who and how."
"Damn. I don't want a silver weapon, I just want a normal steel one. But it needs to be custom made, as the design's a bit odd." KL says, looking grumpy. "Stupid sept. Why can't we have a smith? Other septs do."
Sophie grins, "He works with other metals. You should ask him. Hey, when I get permission to float about, I'll take you to his shop."
"Great." KL says, turning to pick up her jacket. "Look, I better head off now, as I'm supposed to be in the city soon, and it's quite a way. But I'll be back out of here when we next run out of...well, soon, anyway. Nice to meet you again, and in better circumstances this time."
Sophie smiles more genuinely now, "Likewise KL. And thanks for not making me call you rhya. That's a nice change around here." She finally drops down to Homid then, and begins putting her shoes and socks back on. "Take care."
KL heads out of the door, slinging her jacket around her shoulders as she goes. "You too." she calls back over her shoulder as she leaves.