Time/Date : It is currently 08:17 Pacific Time on Thu Dec 15 2005.
Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.23 and falling, and the relative humidity is 93 percent. The dewpoint is 30 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (95% full).
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.
Long dark black hair frames the fair-skinned face of this teen girl. There's a bit of firmness to her jaw line and her brown eyes bracket a thin lipped mouth and a smallish nose. Alesia's frame is a bit thin or lithe while still maintaining a hint of classical features. Her frame is thin and almost wiry. There's almost a sadness in her eyes and her mouth looks like smiles might be foreign to it. She stands about five and a half feet tall. She has no piercings or jewelry.
Alesia is wearing a loose sweatshirt that's an off grey and looks like it might have been picked up at good will. Her pants are blue jeans that while tight only show that she doesn't have much in the way of curves, but more look like they are tight because she grew some since they were bought. Her shoes are a bit out of date as well, with one shoe having some duct-tape holding the toe together from the inside if you look closely but otherwise could pass for just a pair of really worn shoes.
Alesia enters the kitchen from outside. What she's been doing outside isn't clear but she looks a bit chilled as she lacks a winter coat at the moment. She shivers and pats herself as she stands inside the back door at first.
Almost simultaneously, KL enters from the main part of the house. "Oh!" she says, smiling warmly. "There you are! I wondered if you weren't up yet. How are you?"
Alesia looks a little chilled and her cheeks are slighlty red from the cold outside. She looks up at KL, and hesitates, "I... didn't know... how far um, how far from the city we were... I was... looking around." She gives a little shrug, "Sorry..." As she looks like perhaps she's done something wrong, or at least thinks she has.
"How far did you go?" KL asks, her face serious. "Do you want a drink of anything?" She gestures at the fridge, moving towards the cupboard with the glasses in. There's a curious tension in her movements, as if all her muscles are clenched.
Alesia gives a little shrug, "Just went to the road and looked down it. Didn't even see another mail box... so I came back. Didn't... remember much about the ride here. So... wasn't sure. I didn't go down the road at all. You all told me to stay here... I just wanted to see, um, if I could tell where here was." She says softly, "I hope I didn't break any rules?" She moves over towards the table to sit. "Could... could I have something hot to drink? It's cold out."
"Coffee?" KL enquires. "My coffee is famous. Hmm." She pauses, glass in hand, looking dubious. "That's probably OK. The reason we don't want you to leave is not because we're bitches, but because the chances of you...changing...like you did last time, are much higher now than before. And they're much much higher with Luna as fat as she is." She pours water into the kettle, even without an answer.
Alesia nods a little bit, "I just... I feel kinda um..." She shrugs as she sits and looks at the table, "I don't even really know where I am. I was thinking... maybe if I knew I wouldn't feel so lost. That's... silly I guess. And I wouldn't leave. If... if I was found... it would be bad." She says as her voice gets a bit softer. She never really answers your coffee question. "I won't leave... I was just looking." She says as she slumps forward, resting her arms on the table then resting her head on her arms and looking over at KL, watching her with the kettle.
KL nods slowly, and switches the kettle on. "I'd have to check with Leslie, but it won't be long before you can go out with one of us. Not into the city, because that's horribly dangerous, but out and around here. Or the house." She adds the last bit after a moments thought.
Alesia nods a little bit then frowns slighlty, which is nothing new and a matter of degree really. She seems thoughtful then says, "Leslie is very nice." There's a little pause then she says, "So are you and Helen. No one has been mean to me since I got here." The frown mixes with some confusion. "I... don't know what to do..."
"What do you mean?" The Ahroun asks. Behind her, steam starts to issue from the kettle. "Don't know what to do about what?" she peers intently at the cub, one eyebrow raised.
Alesia looks down at the table. "When... when I was at home, I'd get up early... I'd make dinner for dad, cause he worked nights, and it had to be ready when he got home. Then... I'd go to school. After school I'd go to gymnastics practice... then I'd go home and make breakfast for my dad, clean the house, then do my homework, and go to bed." She tenses up a bit as she says all of this, "And... and that was what I'd do... and now... I don't know what to do..."
"Oh!" says KL, eyebrows rising. "I see!" she ponders. Behind her, the kettle makes boiling noises, and shakes on it's base. "Do you want that kind of schedule? I mean, I can lay one out for you...Leslie and Helen would have to, like, say yes, but we could come up with something. If you don't want that, then that's cool too."
Alesia hesitates a moment then meekly says, "M... maybe not so... um, strict... but.. .but if you.. .could tell me what to do... some?" She says, looking a bit hopeful, "I mean... I... I feel kinda useless..." Alesia is sitting at the table and resting her head on her arms which are resting on the table as she looks at KL who is at the counter making hot water in a kettle.
KL finally notices that the kettle has boiled, and pulls out the coffee and a dessert spoon. She holds up the spoon, studying it carefully. "Yep. Teaspoon." she says, and shovels two spoonfuls of coffee into a mug. "That sounds reasonable." she says to Alesia. "Hmm. I'll get you some paper and stuff. Has anyone mentioned what auspice you are?"
The back door opens up to reveal the broad shouldered Viking, who looks more like a line backer these days. His hair is wild about his shoulders, and he is wearing a sweat soaked shirt tight to his frame. He looks tired, but with energy to spare.
Alesia is about to answer KL when Brom enters the kitchen. She blinks a moment then peers at the man. She scoots a bit back in her chair, pulling her head back up off the table and wrapping her arms around her, like she's cold, as she glances at KL then back at the Viking figure.
The Fury Ahroun's entire demeanour changes as Brom walks through the door. She puts down the mug - still without water in it - and immediately moves to interpose herself between the Get Philodox and the cub. Her arms fold over her chest, and her brow furrows into a frown. When she speaks, however, her voice is controlled and well-modulated, "Good morning, Brom. How are you?" she asks, politely.
"Tired, thirsty." Brom says as he moves around the Fury without so much of a breath, opening up the fridge and rooting about inside. The cub is spared barely a quick glance, until his attention is turned to the shelves. "You?"
"Soon to be homeless. Ragey." KL replies. "Kettle's just boiled. Coffee's in the jar. Alesia, if you want your coffee, just pour the water into it." She doesn't even turn to look at the cub, so intent is she on Brom.
Alesia watches the interaction, eyeing Brom curiously but also watching KL's reactions as well. The girl has a frown on her face, but that's pretty much the norm for her as she observes but says nothing.
"Quit staring at me unless you wanna lose an eye, I've had a long day." Brom says as he comes up with a bottle of water, twisting off the cap, turning to face off with the Black Fury, his eyes narrowing tightly. "I hear you're in charge of the Tire yard thing, right?"
"Yes, assuming an elder Ahroun doesn't decide to take charge," KL replies, bitterness in her voice. She moves...not entirely openly, but less subtly than she'd hope, so that she is once again between Brom and Alesia.
Alesia glances down at the table at Brom's words, not looking at either Brom or KL at this point, and tensing up a bit. Thick arms cross over Brom's chest as his posture grows a bit rigid, especially at KL's way of moving about. "I ain't ganna fuck with yer' kid, so chill the fuck out. The moon is too fucking thick for you to be getting fucking twitchy on -me-." He says, his words rumbling out in a light growl. Obviously being big and dumb hasn't effected his vision any. "You ganna let Requiem know when you wanna turn shit inside and out in that place, right? You'll need the strength of the fierest pack in the Sept behind you."
KL relaxes ever so lightly, letting her arms drop to her side. "Brom, I have a suspicion I'll need everyone we can reasonably muster. And I wouldn't leave out Requiem for a second." She steps slightly to one side. "Brom, meet Alesia...she's a new cub of our tribe. Alesia, meet Brom."
Alesia manages to look back up and peer at Brom. There's a hesitation then she gives a little wave. Her brow is still furrowed, and she looks a little nervous as she shifts uneasily in her seat.
The six foot five Half Moon tilts his chin to peer over KL at the kid, then looks back to the Fury. "Good. Last night, the pack took care of the dumpster bane and a pair of net spiders that was fucking things up in the city Umbra. So at least thats one thing scratched off the task list. If you need any help planning this Tire thing, feel free to drop by the territory. Nikolai recently has joined our ranks and he knows a shit load about combat and strategy. Maybe you two can bang heads or something."
"As soon as the scouting mission gets back, and I get some useful info, I'll come round." KL promises. She finally manages to move out from between the other two Garou, and pours the by now slightly-less than boiling water over the rather-too-large pile of instant coffee. She stirs it with the dessert spoon, then places the mug in front of Alesia. "There you go." she says, with a decisive nod, before looking back to Brom "Well done."
Alesia accepts the mug and wraps her hands around it. She pulls the mug close with both hands. Then she says to KL, "Theurge." The answer to a question asked some time ago. Brom's harsh way of talking seems to leave Alesia a bit uneasy, but she is careful not to look directly at him much, mostly watching KL.
Brom nods his head firmly, then tilts his chin over at the cub. "I am Brom Gustafsson, Half Moon for the Get of Fenris. I'm the Master of the Challenge for the Sept, and Alpha for the war pack known as Requiem. My deed name is Rips off the Face of the Forath."
"Cool!" KL exclaims at Alesia. A grin crosses her face. "Can you name the other auspices, yet, and what moon phase they correspond to?" She leans back against the counter, eyes flicking between the other two.
Alesia bites at her lower lip then winces, "S... Sophie told me... um, to... to do introductions... like like that... Um, I'm Alesia Ottis... ah, Thuerge B..black Fury cub." She stumbles a bit over it, then glances at KL, looking for approval of her attempted introduction. She gives a little shake of her head to KL's question though, about the auspices.
With a slight nod of his head, Brom turns back to the fridge and opens it up again, shuffling a few things around. "Well done." KL smiles warmly at the cub. "OK. I'm not going to talk about what jobs, what purpose, all the auspices have, because that's a very long and complicated thing, and Leslie can explain it." She pauses, and waves a hand. "And you know what my explanations are like. So, anyway. Ragabash are born under a new moon." She nods firmly.
Alesia frowns a bit but nods, her attention almost all on KL at this point, "Okay..." She says softly, then glances over at Brom again. Her eyes narrow, like she's not sure what to think then looks back at KL, "I'll do better next time."
It seems that the conversation between the pair of Furies are going either unnoticed or ignored by the hulking Fenrir, as he starts to systematically build the biggest damn sandwich this side of Ohio. He piles on meat, cheese, dressings, and just keeps on stacking.
"You're doing fine." The Ahroun reassures. "Theurge." She points at Alesia. "Born under a crescent moon." She moves the pointing finger to Brom. "Philodox. Born under a half moon. Leslie is a Philodox, Helen is a Ragabash." She smiles and continues speaking, her voice slow and clear. "Galliard. Born under a gibbous moon. Kaz is one of those. And last, but by no means least, Ahroun. Born under a full moon." The pointing finger turns on herself. "Got all that?"
Alesia gives a little nod but doesn't seem sure she really has it all. She looks back down, then cringes for a moment like something just upset her but then she nods again, "S.. .sorry, yeah... yes. I think so."
After finishing the mountain of meat, Brom eyes his prize for a moment, before taking a huge chomp out of one end. He glances back over to the pair of them, eye brows furrowing a bit.
"It's OK if you don't." KL says, sitting herself down in a seat. "I can run over them again. You don't have to get everything perfect on first run through!" KL nods furiously. She looks like she's about to say something more, then bites her lip, and shakes her head again.
Alesia takes a deep breath then lets it out slowly, "Okay..." She replies in barely a whisper then squirms a bit in her seat. She finally takes a few large gulps of the now only warm coffee, as if this is a proper way to avoid having to say more.
Chomp. Munch. Swallow. Brom continues to eat as he watches them, leaning his weight into the counter of the sink.
"So. Ragabash, new moon, Theurge, crescent moon, Philodox, half moon, Galliard, gibbous moon, Ahroun full moon." KL ticks them off on her fingers as she runs through them, this time much quicker than the first.
Alesia nods, as she stares at her coffee, "Get of Fenris." She says softly, "That's a... tribe... right... like Black Fury... and Child of Gaia. I don't... know how many there are."
Swallowing down another bite, Brom watches the Fury cub for a moment, before taking a long swallow of water from his bottle. "There are thirteen tribes, Alesia." KL says. "And the Get of Fenris are a tribe, yes, and a ferocious and honourable one." She grins briefly at Brom. "I'm not sure how much like us they are, though."
Alesia frowns a little deeper, as she stares at her coffee, "They don't like us... so much..." She says softly, holding her mug a bit tighter, "Or... um... didn't..."
The Forsetti opens his mouth, then clicks it shut as he furrows his brows some.
"We've had the odd disagreement in the past." KL says, with a nod. "But we are, in the end, on the same side." She might say more, but then clamps her mouth shut around the words.
Alesia nods a little bit as if KL's words make some sense. Then she lifts up the cup of coffee she's holding so tightly and and takes another sip. When she puts it down she says, "I... I'm sure Mr. Gustafsson isn't like that..." She doesn't look up as she says this.
"Like what?" Brom asks as he raises up a brow.
KL gives a little snort, but manages to avoid saying anything, keeping her eyes fixed on Alesia.
Alesia sniffs a moment then says softly, "D... doesn't hurt... women... I... I'm sure he doesn't hurt...." She tightens up a bit, her knuckles going white around her mug.
The eyes of the Fenrir narrow tightly. "Who said that we hurt women?" His voice creeps slowly towards a growl, tightening.
Alesia looks up at Brom, making eye contact, "Th... they did... um... th... the voices...." Alesia's brow is furrowed but her eyes aren't narrowed. Her body is tense as she holds her mug tightly. After talking she starts to gnaw at her lower lip. "Tell your voices to shut the fuck up then, cuz' we don't go round' hurting women." Brom says with a growl in his throat. "At least not the Fenrir of the White Oak. We're /honorable/." With what borders on a snarl, he throws his sandwich hard into the trash, then turns, heading for the back door.
Alesia certainly makes no move to get up or stop Brom. In fact she looks back at her mug, her frown deepening quite a bit. She does let go of the mug and wraps her arms around herself tightly, as Brom storms towards the door.
The back door gets pushed and left open as Brom makes his way towards the barn, growling to himself, pouring the rest of the bottled water over his head.
After Brom has left, KL gives a small smile. "No, we don't get on very well...usually. Don't worry about it."
Alesia holds herself tightly, "I... I'm sorry. I... shouldn't have said... anything." She says softly as she looks down, "I'm sorry..."
"It's OK." KL says. "I've said worse to him." She shrugs."Ask Leslie about the Get - she'll explain better than I can."