Time/Date :April 11 2007.

Place : In front of the brownstone

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly cloudy. The temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.90 and falling, and the relative humidity is 93 percent. The dewpoint is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (41% full).

Elson Commercial District

In the intersection of Fourteenth and Elson, the center of this three-block area of Elson Street, an elementary school's playground sits in the one corner not occupied by small businesses. Fenced in by chain-link fencing with the top tilted in to discourage the schoolchildren climbing out, the playground seems fairly well-cared-for. Down towards Fifteenth, the 19th Police Precinct is located, amidst other small businesses - clothes stores, a small electronics store, and a deli and convenience store frequented by the policemen. Their nearby presence seems to make this area a little less dangerous than others, for there seems little evidence of criminal activity here. Even down towards Thirteenth, with its own small businesses and grocery store, is cleaner and more at ease than some of the surrounding areas only a few blocks south.

A cloudy and cold April morning in the city of St. Claire finds a solitary figure sitting on the steps of 1356 Elson Street. Dressed in what looks like brand-new clothes, she seems nervous, on edge. Every so often she stands up, and goes to climb the steps towards the door, but then seems to think better of it, sitting back down, and drumming the fingers of her right hand against her leg.

Hands stuffed in pockets and coat pulled up around her neck, Emma makes a rather casual patrol of the nearby area. She's got a dark look about her, the kind of appearance that would lend someone to think she's a person going through a hard time, or grieving a death or the like. A glance is given to everyone she passes, though most fail to meet her gaze and hurry on past her. She ends up giving two to the girl on the stoop, brow furrowing.

KL, for it is the prodigal Fury, notices Emma's attention, flicks a glance at her and then looks down and away, as if not willing to meet the Get's eyes. She folds her arms over her chest, as if hugging herself for warmth.

When the girl also drops her gaze, Emma makes nothing of it and continues to walk. It is only a nagging sense that pulls her back and she stops to call back to her. "Hey, you .." and her steps come back. Her voice softens, hopeful, but wary. "KL?"

The Fury looks up, very slowly, eyes wide with nervousness. She can't stop a little smile from twitching the corners of her mouth. "Hey, Emma," she says quietly, remaining seated on the steps of the Brownstone.

The Get goes drop jawed, and then, with a rush of motion, sweeps forward to grab the girl up into a hug. "I thought you were dead girl. My god." There is a flood of relief in her words as she hugs the other, "Where've you been? What are you doing here?" she nods to the house.

KL seems a little bit embarrassed - as if this wasn't really the reaction she was expecting. Still, she returns the hug enthusiastically. "I've been...away. Home," she says, after eventually breaking off the embrace and retreating to a safe distance. "I don't..." A very long pause, and a distant expression crosses her eyes. "...when I've got it sorted in my head, I'll explain. Maybe." She looks over her shoulder at the Brownstone. "Do you not live here?"

Emma grins a little and nods, "Yeah. There is that. Sorry. So you came to see me?" She cants her head and then starts moving to the apartment, "Come on, lets get inside and talk."

"Of course I came to see you. I've been back in town two days, and as soon as I thought I was safe to come into the city I've come in!" KL says, moving to follow the other Ahroun. "Two days in which I've had someone trying very hard to get into my underwear."

Emma turns around, almost snapping. "What?" She shakes her head and steps in then, "Who?" Once inside she goes to the fridge and takes out a beer for herself, "You want one, or something else?"

Brownstone -- Basement Apt.(#3328RJ)

The basement of the brownstone has been split into two sections. The stairwell leads down into the northwest corner section, which contains the boiler room, furnace, and the elevator shaft. The rest has been converted into another apartment, and Signe's made it into a rather fortified one at that. The only entrance is through a re-enforced steel door with no less than three dead-bolts. There are absolutely no windows at all in any of the four concrete and brick walls. It's a rather stark but functional space. Overhead, the air ducts and plumbing pipes are exposed, while the cement floor is covered by a ragged dark wine and gold Oriental throw rug. A makeshift shelving unit of two-by-fours and cinder block has been erected along the length of the wall with the door, and it houses a stereo, tv and old vcr. Directly opposite this is a beat-up leather couch and two mismatched recliners. The kitchen is small but functional, with a round wooden table and four chairs. Half of the back end of the building has been walled off for a private bedroom, while the rest is open to the living area. This space has been converted into a home gym--complete with wrestling mats, weights, and a full weight boxing bag.

The Fury looks warily at the beer. "A bit early for me," she says, dubiously. "I'll just grab some water. There's this kin guy. He's called Alexander. And he picked me up from the airport and then took me for a meal and got me drunk..." a pause. "Which as you know takes some effort. And yeah, he's been really nice to me. All the fucking time."

Emma chuckles, "And all this is bad, how?" She hands the Fury a bottle of water and then takes her beer for herself. "He's kin, and he's nice, and he's spoiling you. That's a home run KL."

"Yeah," KL says, unenthusiastically. She opens the bottle of water and takes several deep gulps of it, before wiping her mouth. "The trouble is that although he's sort of decorative, it's like it's all a duty to him. He's only pursuing me because it's his "purpose in the tribe"." She shrugs. "And that's not really enough." She looks around again, nervously, and then flicks a glance at Emma.

Emma grimaces a little, "Yeah, I can understand the hesitation then. Tell him it ain't enough for you?" She lands on the couch and just stares at the other, grinning. "You staying on then? Havoc's hurting..."

A very long pause. KL eventually looks at Emma with brooding eyes, then sets down the bottle of water and takes a step towards the Get. "I'd like to," she says, "but it's really up to you." She lifts her chin and looks away, very deliberately and slowly, showing throat.

Emma looks to the Fury and reaches out to pull her gaze back. "You've given your blood for Havoc. You're family. No more running away, or running home, or running off. As of right now, the pack is me and Grey.. everyone else had vanished."

"You should punish me," KL says. "I deserve it for this more than I deserved it before." She frowns. "Yeah, and I was number one culprit in the vanishing part, I know." She sits herself down on the other end of the couch, and pulls her knees up underneath her. "No more running off. Promise."

"Punish you? What do you want me to do, welcome you back with a fist full of claws? I thought you were gone forever KL. You'd been a rock for me, and - whatever your quirks and issues, they're yours to deal with. I need your help though. I'm tired and worn and thinking crazy. I was .." she stops, turning away then with a heavy sigh. "I was packing up to vanish myself."

"No running off!" The Fury says, with a grin. "Anything I can do...anything. What's been going on? What's got you so down?" She leans a little closer, looking concerned. "Who do I have to hit to put it right?"

Emma grins a little. "Laura's gone missing. So the pack is thin. I'd been thinking about the metis, but Grey is reluctant. There's a Gnawer in town now too, would be good. As for who you'd have to hit. I dunno, the whole Sept. Things here suck KL. It's like we've got nothing but retards and fuck ups, and how can that do us any good." She sighs, "There is no respect around here."

"Speaking as a repeat fuckup, I object to that," KL says, not particularly seriously. "Odd that Grey should be reluctant to have a metis in a pack with him. Given that he went to all that trouble to make one." She shrugs, "What's the Gnawer called? Let's sort the pack, then the Sept." A wide grin. "And then I've got another question for you after that."

"Grey doesn't like the metis, because he's a shadow lord. And Grey didn't make a metis, he fucked one." Emma sighs, "KL, it's more than that. But, I don't want to get into it. You're right. Sort the pack, then the sept. What's your question."

"Oh," KL says, slightly thrown. "Well... you know... Mitch is still about, isn't he?"

Emma stands up then, shaking her head. "Not for months. He went to take care of things elsewhere." She moves to the kitchen and takes another beer, cracking it open.

"I'm sorry," the Fury says, quietly. "Maybe you can answer the question anyway. What...happens?" She's blushing a bright red, and can't quite seem to look at Emma at all. "You know, when...if I decided...with Alexander..."

Emma looks back. "You mean sex?" she asks with a bold shocked, expression.

KL looks like she wants the couch to eat her up so that she could be anywhere else. "Forget I asked," she says, shaking her head. "We should talk about hitting things. Or better, hitting people. Or monsters. Or any fucking thing that looks at us a bit funny."

Emma shakes her head, "No no. Better you ask and get answers on this, then panic and frenzy on the guy. It's all pretty natural KL. Instincts will take over. Just, - do it on a new moon. Always."

"OK," The Fury says, still blushing. "New moon," she muses. "Two weeks after...wait...no." She shakes her head violently. "OK, not going to do that. Very bad idea. Alexander can just fuck right off." She reaches over and snags the water bottle and takes a couple of sips. "That's my personal life sorted. What next? Who's the Bonegnawer you mentioned?"

Emma chuckles at that, "And no getting pregnant. I think that's why Laura vanished. She was due." She sighs, "Uh Gnawer. Lefty's her name, older Ragabash, missing an arm. Fostern. Pretty cool, and she cooks really well."

KL sighs. "Yes," she says flatly. "I suppose we need a ragabash. They're important. Everyone always says that they're important." A pause, and then she grins. "Have you talked to her about being in HAVOC?"

Emma nods, "I mentioned it. She wants to do some meet and greets, run with us a bit, see how it goes. And Abraxas. I'm pretty sure about him. I've earned his trust- more so than anyone in this sept. He'll be loyal."

"It's Abraxus! Wow!" KL says, enthusiastically. "I'd be in favour of that, even if it's just to annoy everyone else in the entire world." She shakes her head again, "Is that the wrong attitude?"

Emma laughs, "Yeah. A little. Why you so sure on him? You got good things to say about him- give me the details?

KL screws up her eyes. "I can't remember. I can just remember thinking that he was a good thing. For a stinking misformed metis, anyway. Maybe it was Clemency that liked him?" She bites her bottom lip. "No, it's gone. All I can remember was thinking that he wasn't as bad as everyone was saying."

"You know then, about Clemency?" Emma closes her eyes a moment, and then sits down on the couch. "So, if we get the metis and the Ragabash in here, that gets us back to five. Now that you're home."

"What about Grey? You said he didn't want to have the Shadowlord?" KL asks, before taking another few gulps of water. "And...um...do we have anything to do? Any battles needing fighting?"

"I.. suppose we have shit to fight. I've not volunteered Havoc for anything. Shit, what are two people gonna do? As for the metis. I think at this point, I'm just gonna pull rank. He's in the pack. I'd hate to lose Grey over it, and I hope he'd have the sense to not act like a dick. Take it as it goes."

The Fury looks at the Get with a long, steady look. "You and I can do a fucking whole heap of damage to things. And you fucking well know that." She looks away, stretching her arms above her head and leaning back. "Is Kevin still about?" she asks, eventually.

"He is. He's a charach. Fucked a Gnawer named Basil. But he's around yet." Emma looks on as she starts to fill in the blanks on whats gone on these past months. "You met the new alpha? Names Vera. Adren Shadow Lord. No one can touch her rank wise, so she's got a cozy little spot."

"Yeah, I know both those. And I've met Vera," KL gives a little shiver at this. "Well, I'm not about to go challenging her." She furrows her brow. "Who's in charge of the Silver Fangs, now?"

"Blackriver, the lupus. Good Garou. Follows Gaia's ways and does the best she can."

The Fury's expression darkens suddenly, and her eyes set into a hard glare. "Yeah. Right," she says, flatly, hostility barely contained. "Best she can."

"You got fur ruffled with her? You just got back in, so how is it you have issues brewing with folks already?" Emma actually smiles at this, finding some amusment in it.

"From before. One of the reasons," KL says. "She judged my...crime... if you recall." Absolute bitterness here, her hands curling into fists, eyes lost in the past.

Emma frowns a little. "Gotta get over your grudges KL. It's not the right way of going about things. Blackriver *is* a good Garou. A lot better than most around here."

"I have never shown her disrespect," KL says, still seething. "But I do not like her, and I do not believe that is a fucking requirement." With an effort, she unfolds her hands and takes a deep breath. "So, she has the Silver Fangs. Any other changes recently?"

Emma nods, "Fair enough. And not that I can sort out of the mess really. Charachs, metis. New alphas. Missing folks, and, that's about it. Unless you wanna know that I'd challenged for Fostern and succeeded."

"You did?" KL says, sullen annoyance pirouetting instantly into genuine joy. "Go Emma-rhya!" Her face is split into a wide smile, and she bounces up and down on her seat she's so pleased. "What did you have to do?"

Emma laughs a little, "Drop the rhya crap, dammit KL." She smiles though at first, and then, at the latter question, grows a little more somber. "I had to outfight someone- without killing them. And they made it very easy, for me to want to kill them."

The Fury nods slowly. "That does sound a bit hard. Playing on your self control." She grimaces. "Still, you passed. That's all that matters." An evil glint flashes in her eyes. "Makes it hard for me to challenge you for alphaship."

Emma cackles, "Oh yeah? Come back to take Havoc huh? I see your scheming plan now." She leans back a bit and then sighs, "Honestly though KL. I'm glad your back."

"I am too. Sorry," KL says, quietly. "So, do we have exciting patrols to do today? Are there even possibly some dirty alleys that might need our close scrutiny? Those three guys that scream "dykes!" at us, and then fall over laughing, every single fucking day, they still there?"

"Hah no, they're long gone. I took a few patrols with Grey down that one an haven't seen them since. Maybe they got new turf now. Hey, is there anything else you need to tidy up then, or you back and ready to roll?"

"Suppose I should go to the Fury house at some point, and drop in on Kevin, I guess," KL says with a sniff, "but no, I'm basically ready for action." A pause. "I could do with a visit to a theurge, too."

Emma raises a brow at that, but doesn't question it beyond. "Alright. Well you're welcome here, like always. And get your ducks in a row, then come back and we can get our hands dirty again."

KL grins. "Can't wait. See you in a bit." She stands up, settles her jacket over her shoulders, and heads for the door.


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