Time/Date :It is currently 08:34 Pacific Time on Thu Apr 12 2007.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.02 and rising, and the relative humidity is 79 percent. The dewpoint is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (34% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
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.
Sometime over the last couple of years, a teen girl with a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper has grown up, and matured into a young woman. With a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper. KL is a little over five-foot tall - no late growth spurt for her - and slimly built. She moves quickly, and is rarely still for any length of time. Her natural balance and co-ordination are clearly evident in her movement, but any hint of grace is smothered with her air of irritation, hostility and restrained aggression. She manages to turn even simple activities - like ordering fries - into not particularly subtle attempts to provoke fights.
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 top by dark brown leather bands. She's really quite attractive, perhaps not a pin-up, but far from ugly, with a cute upturned nose and wide expressive hazelnut eyes. However, any level of appeal her physical appearance might have is swamped by 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 trying to decide exactly which way to kill 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 is wearing a pair of blue jeans that look brand-new, and have a designer label clearly visible on the rear, a pair of combat boots that also look new. On her upper half she is sporting a rather snazzy black leather jacket over a clean new white t-shirt.
Looking like she just stepped from the gym, Stratonike befits her Fury tribe. Her hair is short, not styled at all and growing out from what looks to be a bleach job. Her body is toned and slim and she's always ready for battle. She isn't on that people would call attractive and her demeanor doesn't lend any more to how people would see her. When she smiles her teeth tend to show off a slightly twisted canine tooth which gives her a bit of fang look to her smile. She's tall, around 5' 10", and her form follows her function as an Ahroun. She wears a long sleeve t-shirt in a deep olive color that hangs out over a pair of loose fitting, well worn jeans with threadbare holes in the knees. A warm v-neck sweater in black covers the shirt and helps with keeping her warm. A pair of beat and battered Doc Martens make sure her feet are protected.
It is a ritual with the woman as she sits in the common area of the Fury house. Nike's hand dips into the tin of thick orange goo and then slowly begins the tiny circles that she uses to make sure her bow stays in top condition. The bow itself is a work of art, carved and in glorious shape. It's deep cherry looking wood shines in the light and the scent of the orange oil fills the room. It is ritual and necessity that Nike does this... And also it is meditation for the Ahroun.
Meditation usually requires peace and quiet and other such things. Any tranquility that the Fury house might have possessed is shattered by the sound of the front door being unlocked and flung open. Framed in the doorway is one KL, with a large duffel bag slung over her shoulder. "Hello!" she calls out, to the house in general rather than any specific person.
Nike slowly turns her head and peers at the entering person. "Greetings." She speaks in a low tone, rising to her feet. She takes on an automatic stature of dominance in her posture. "Can I help you?" She asks, peering at the woman holding her bow, unstrung, like a staff.
KL stares at the greeter and then, without taking her eyes of her, unslings her bag and drops it with a loud thump on the floor. "Who the fuck are you?" she asks, her voice quiet, and pregnant with low-key threat. She takes three steps further into the house, drawing herself up to her full height - which, unimpressively, is over nine inches less than the other woman's - and puts her hands on her hips.
Nike keeps her stature. "I'm Nike. Who the hell are you?" She takes a step or two closer to KL, looking down at the woman now. A direct claim of dominance over her. "And watch how you speak to me."
KL's eyes narrow, and the corner of her nose lifts into a sneer. "I'm KL. And I will speak to you in whatever fucking way I fucking well choose to." Her hands curl reflexively into fists, and her muscles tense, weight shifting forwards onto the balls of her feet.
Nike gets a smirk on her face and gives the bow a twirl. "Well. Perhaps you would like to tell me what gives you the right to be here?" The bow makes a slow swirl in the air beside of Nike, a sure sign that it could fly towards someone's head should she need it.
"My boyfriend owns the house?" KL replies, with a raise of an eyebrow. "And if you are even for half a fucking second thinking about using that lovely bow as a fucking club then I will fucking well break you in half."
Nike turns that smirk into a sort of a half smile. "Owns the house? Alexander? Only guy around that could... And I know he doesn't. Unless you are talking about someone else?" The bow still continues it's slow traverse in a circle. "Now. You wanna tell me who you really are?"
KL takes a deep breath, then turns around, stalking away from Nike, and closes the front door, before turning back to face her again. She pauses for a second, and then gives a little nod. "KL Cole, cliath Ahroun of the Black Furies, packed under Wolverine as part of HAVOC," she says, curtly. "And either you were allowed to hear that or you're dead."
The bow stops it's slow swing in the air, "Olivia "Stratonike" Lynch. Not-Dead-Yet, Cliath Ahroun of the Furies. Newest member of the sept of the Hidden Walk and call me Olivia and you lose your head. Then name is Nike and it's nice to meet you." She loosens her posture a little, but not a lot.
"I see," KL says, not relaxing at all. "It's nice to meet you, too." She deliberately, slowly, walks back from the entrance, eyes fixed on the other Ahroun's face. "Where have you come from?" she asks, flatly.
"Sept of the Swans in Boston." Nike flexes her shoulders some and peers at KL. "Now. If you want to back down we can go on with pleasantries... Or we can throw down and I can kick your ass and that's just gonna cause blood on the carpet and give me all kinds of fun." She then grins, feral.
KL matches the grin, lips pulling back to reveal teeth. "I was rather expecting you to fucking well back down," she says, ludicrously over-sweetly. Slowly taking her jacket off and dropping it on top of her bag, she takes another couple of steps forward, bouncing on the balls of her feet almost like a boxer entering the ring.
Nike reaches over and puts the bow away. "Wouldn't want to hurt it unless I need to." She comes back flexing her shoulders once more and rolling her head around. "So. No shifting?" As she holds up her hands, open palms towards KL.
"No shifting," KL agrees, the grin on her face becoming more one of enjoyment than hostility. She gives a little nod, and then launches an attack, a fast-moving jab towards the face of the other ahroun - slightly wary, not overcommitting.
Nike just stands and tilts her head enough so that the punch lands as a glancing blow off her cheek. She waits a beat and throws her own punch at KL, aimed for the side and follows with a round house to the face, stepping in to close the distance.
It seems like the fight goes on for hours, though it's probably less than half-an-hour in actuality. The two ahrouns trade blow-for-blow, kick-for-kick, both moving unbelievably quickly and gracefully. KL's face takes much of the pounding, earlier on, due to the height differential between them. A particularly ferocious kick to the side has Nike slowed, but as the two start to tire the additional power of Nike's blows starts to tell. Both of the women have been knocked to the floor, but eventually KL takes one blow too many, attempts to rise and falls back down. She raises a hand in a palm-up gesture, slowly lifts her chin to expose her throat and then says, through swollen and bleeding lips, "Enough."
Nike gives a cough and holds a hand to her side. "Yes. A good fight. DAMN. I have needed that." She looks to KL and grins. "I shall call you friend if you will have it?" She remains sitting on the floor and stretching some to feel out those sore muscles. She moves her jaw around some and checks her own lip for the cut on it. "You almost had me."
KL snorts. "Yes, damn you for being so fucking tall." She slowly pulls herself into an upright sitting position, her breathing labored and her face already turning into interesting colours and developing strange contours. She smiles, and then winces. "Ow. That was good, though. Welcome to St. Claire." A thought strikes her. "You haven't stolen my room, have you?"
"Your room? I sleep on the couch here and at Anji's." Nike shrugs her shoulders, "Haven't claimed a room as I didn't know I could." She twists her body a little and finds a new sore spot. "When did you punch me there?" She moves a hand around to check it and gives a slight laugh.
"Just after you stood on my leg, I think," KL says, matching with a chuckle. With massive effort, she pulls herself to her feet, sways and then catches herself. "Got something to show you. Back in a second. Suggest that you might go into the bathroom and shift for a few minutes." She limps slowly up the stairs, wincing with every step.
Nike nods her head and stands. She walks towards a mirror and checks out her lip for a moment. "Not bad." She says to herself and then disappears into the bathroom while KL is gone. After a moment, she comes out all good as new. She steps back to her bow, regaining her original task of slowly rubbing the orange smelling goo on it.
Seconds later, KL returns, her step much more regular - apparently, she's taken the opportunity to heal the damage too - though she still seems tired. As she re-enters the common room, she's carrying a long, thin black case. She sits down opposite the other Ahroun and sets the case down in front of her. "Not as nice as yours," she says, "but I still like it." With that, she opens the case and reveals a wooden recurve bow, which she reverentially takes out and strokes her fingers over.
Nike regards KL as she comes back in, looking at the case. She once again puts aside her own bow and moves to look at KL's. "A fine piece." As she runs her own hand over the wood. "Mine was given to me by a woman who made me one when I was a young girl. Olympia was her name, but I just called her Pia. She made them herself... She taught me of the bow and what it could do. She made me a small one when I was but a child to begin with." Nike rises up and walks over to get her own bow and hold it out for KL, "This is that small bow's sister, given to me when I rited. My mother has a fetish bow, actually... Made by the same woman. She does beautiful work, does she not?" Nike holds the bow as it is her most prized possession.
KL inspects it, not daring to touch it herself. "It's lovely. And the story that goes with it is excellent." She glances at hers, and smiles wryly. "Mine was given to me in exchange for some dead presidents, by Steve, who owns "Steve's Traditional Longbow & Archery Store." But it has served me well in several battles." She shakes her head. "I have a couple of fibreglass practice bows upstairs as well, if you want to borrow them at any point. I presume you've used the butts outside?"
Nike nods her head, "Surely. First day I was here." She rests the bow on her lap and looks to KL. "It is part of a Rite that I keep my bow in top condition. I use this resin on it at least a few times a week. Keeps the wood young as well. If you wish... I can make you some for yours." She picks the rag back up and shows KL the substance. "It takes years off a wooden bow."
"That would be really useful," KL says. "If it isn't too much trouble?" She looks embarrassed. "I ought to get around to repairing the one that's in shreds. I got a bit annoyed while I was practicing. Which rite?"
"The rite of Whet the Blade. Mostly used for the metal weapon but I find it effective for me as well." Nike nods her head, "I can teach you how I do the motions... it is also very relaxing and lets you contemplate moves in battle."
KL nods. "'Relax' and 'contemplate' aren't really words I do very well. It would probably be good for me to do something about it." She pauses. "Kovo isn't really my boyfriend. Well, he was, but he's gone away."
Nike looks to KL and raises a brow. "Kovo? I have not heard that name. As far as relaxation... I have found I must have it. I can get on edge slightly, throws me off. My ability to control my rage can be a tricky thing to do. If I center myself, it helps."
"Iakovos," KL explains. "He's the person who provided the money to buy the house, when it was seriously under threat of repossession." She looks contemplative. "I shout at people to help control my rage. Quite loudly, sometimes." A grin. "And sometimes I pick fights with strangers for no good reason."
Nike quirks up with a smile, "As do I." She looks to KL, her hand going back to making those small turns and circles across her bow. "And if you ever want a fight, I'm here for it. Good practice." She shakes her head some then, "The fury almost lost their home?"
"We were almost getting ready to barricade the doors." KL says with a nod. "The owner had died several years ago, and it took the bank a little while to notice that they weren't getting paid any more. Then we started getting letters. Fortunately, Kovo saved us. It was a bit close, though."
"The kin are always our saviors. They do not know their full worth at all." Nike says with a sage nods of her head. She reaches into a small leather bag and pulls out another rag. "Wish to join me?"
KL nods, and takes the rag, lifting her bow onto her lap. "However, I confess I am having some issues with the current one," she says. "He's very enthusiastic about the concept of making babies with me."
Nike opens her eyes wide and looks at KL, "What would you expect of a man? Especially a Fury man. What other good can he serve?" Nike shakes her head and picks up the tin of orange goo. "Dip the rag in, taking only a little." She shows by example. "Then take that bit and smooth it out on your bow..." Again, showing by example.
"Well, yeah. But I'd just rather..." KL copies the other Ahroun's actions, carefully smoothing the polish over her bow. "It's like one moment he's actually interested in me, and the next moment it's just a duty to the tribe. Has he...with you?"
Nike opens her eyes even wider. "No. I have... Never." She speaks, a little uncertainty in her words. She begins a motion of small circles through the area where she has smeared the polish. "Small circles, it takes time to do thing but your bow will show a difference in how it works." She concentrates on the bow, hard.
KL nods, and turns her attention to her bow, polishing slowly, matching her instructor's action. And, equally slowly, she does begin to relax a little.