Time/Date : It is currently 09:20 Pacific Time on Fri Jan 13 2006.

Place :Fury House

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (91% full).

Greek House: 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.

Even at this hour, someone's up. The fire inthe common room burns low and quietly, but the wash of heat still counters the draft that cmes from the ptic-covered back door. Leslie sits alone in front of the fire, starting into it. Her clothes are a little damp, though she herself is dry, and he sits in sleepless silence, attention on the fire.

It's a peaceful scene, a scene of calm and stillness, a scene that's in need of the injection of an Ahroun with too much energy. KL comes thumping down the stairs as if carrying an elephant on her back, and rounds the corner at speed before skidding to a halt. "Oh! You're up!" she says. "And sitting in front of the fire! How unusual!"

"Which part, the up or the fire?" Leslie's body stiffens, her expression immediately taking on a controlled and inscrutable cast as she swivels around to study her tribemate.

"Both, really." KL says, plomping herself down into a seat. "Usually it's just me and occasionally Alesia, if she's not been sleeping, at this time in the morning. How are you?" she enquires, leaning forward concernedly.

"How often does that happen?" Leslie asks quietly, sitting up straighter and refolding her legs to tuck them beneath her, turning herself slightly to face you. "Alesia not sleeping, I mean. If it's every night and se's not telling me, I need to know."

KL shrugs. "She has nightmares, and she's worried that the rite didn't work. She spoke to Thyra - who, by the way, I haven't met yet - and I'm not sure that did her much good." She bites her bottom lip and looks guilty. "I've...taken her out to the caern a couple of times. Other cubs go there, so I think it's allowed. It seems to calm her down, or at least those ancestors who speak to her seem to like it."

"It did," Leslie replies with a quiet certainty that has an edge beneath it. "I see the difference. It is not an instant panacea, and I still have a great deal of work ahead of me before we can teach her more than the basics. I do not have the power to stop nightmares, though perhaps a Theurge will." She is silent for a moment before continuing, staring back into the fire. "I haven't seen much of Alesia lately, and I do need to speak with her more, to help her sort out what we saw. She is basically a broken child. Emotionally, she is about six years old, and we will have to rebuild her from the ground up. She could be a cub for a full turning of the seasons before she is sane enough to Rite." She doesn't look at you as she speaks.

KL remains silent for a moment, face still. "She wants to please you very much," she says, softly. "And she's scared witless of offending any one of us." She studies Leslie, elbows resting on her knees, hands together in a mantis-like position.

"Of course she is. Since she was about five, she's been beaten senseless for every single tiny mistake she's ever made." The moon's full face and Leslie's own thoughts are plain under a tone that is strained despite her best efforts to keep it controlled. "Her father was abused by her mother, so he murdered her with a silver knife, took Alesia, and took out all his anger on her. And that was before the sexual abuse started." Quickly and tersely, she sketches what she saw in the Rite, explaning about the abuse, the sex, the complicit doctor, the torture, in graphic and explicit terms. "The doctor is still out there in St. Claire. Helen and I know where he is, if he hasn't skipped town." By the time she finishes, Leslie is tight and stiff as a coiled spring, her teeth gritted, and it is obvious that she is fighting for control of the Beast.

The Ahroun nods slowly. "And we're going to Hunt him. Make him wish he'd never been born, before we kill him," she says, in a low, threatening tone. Her hands are curled into fists, fingernails digging deep into her palms. She takes a couple of deep breaths. "But it's _you_ she worries about. Sure, she goes all meek when she thinks she's offended me, but it's you that she's always talking to me about." KL pauses, and changes subject with a familiar, if still teeth-rattling, lurch. "Oh, and by the way, I've not got a pack any more, but I do have a boyfriend. And yes, that came as a bit of a surprise to me, too."

Leslie is silent for a long moment, hands balls into fists, not answering immediately. It's a good two or three minutes before she does, and when she finally does, her voice is still losing some of its strain. "Luna is nearly full. We go to find him tonight. And I want you along as well, because I may need someone to wrestle me down." She takes another deep breath and looks over at you. "A boyfriend? Who?"

"I will be there," KL says, with a serious little nod of her head. "And, um, Kovo." She goes a bright red, and looks away and down at a corner of the room that was hitherto unremarkable, but seems to require close and immediate inspection. "Is there any more to the plan than find him, kill him?"

"Kovo?" Leslie's lips break from their tense, Rage-filled set into a smile, and some of the tension in her frame lessens. "Well, good for both of you!" She glances over, finaly, as she speaks. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. I'm glad to see you happy, though I'm sorry about your pack. And I'm doubly glad that you're not breaking the Litany." Her grin broadens, then fades. "A plan. Not really, not much of one." The admission is sheepish. "The main thing we have to accomplish is to remove his sorry ass from circulation without breaking the Veil. I suppose this probably means dragging him into an alley and making him unrecognizable. It's not a ery good section of town, so we'll probably have to look for places we can drag him off to."

"Why don't we drag him out this way, tie one end of his bowels to a tree and then see what happens?" KL asks bloodthirstily, the blush fading from her cheeks as she considers the possibilities. "And I don't know if I'm happy or not. It's all confusing. But I like him, and I think he likes me, and he doesn't make me mad like most men do, so it's a good start. And I don't break the litany."

Leslie is silent for another moment, then answers, "Good. I hope you find happiness with him. As for the doctor, we have to make damn sure he's not going to survive long enough to talk to anyone but us. I want to know who else he's done this to. Tracking down all his victims seems like a damn good start."

"I had a thought about that." KL says, returning to a slightly more even keel. "Well, not about that directly. Do you think we could ask Anji if she'd be willing to get involved with support groups and things, and provide us with information on abusers? I mean, I know there's a limit to how much we can do about such things, what with the veil and all, but we should be doing something?"

At the mention of Anji, a secret, almost shy smile slips across Leslie's face, then is quickly controlled. "That is a very good idea. Maybe Jessica will be willing to help as well, in her spare time. We should certainly do more than we are doing, right now. I'll talk to her the next time I see her." She shifts again, this time pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "Thanks for mentioning that."


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