Time/Date :It is currently 15:54 Pacific Time on Tue May 8 2007.
Place : Fury House Lawn
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 67 degrees Fahrenheit (19 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 16 mph, with gusts up to 24 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.97 and rising, and the relative humidity is 45 percent. The dewpoint is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (56% full).
Greek House: Front Lawn(#3032RJh)
The mottled mosaic pathway heads up to the front porch of an average-sized two story neoclassical house, then splits into a rounding "Y" shape to head towards arched gates on either side. Looking over the house and yard, the first impression is of an elegant yet somewhat stoic home. Upon closer inspection, it becomes evident that while some repair appears to be ongoing, there is still some amount of work that needs to be done. The two ionic columns that frame the doorway, while painted in the past year perhaps, show the slight fading effects of weather and sun. Several bricks on the facade are crumbling, and vines and other plants have grown up along the walls of the house and courtyard, but the gate seems to be mostly kept clear of entangling flora.
A tall, lean man, with prominent features and a longer than average face in which are set warm hazel eyes and a friendly, upturned mouth. His hair is a dark blond shade, cut long but neatly, and very fine, so that even a light breeze tends to ruffle it about in a carefree way. Sartorially, he tends to be seen in well-cut formal suits with pastel shirts, almost always accompanied by a tie of which he has a large selection, most of which are louder and brighter than strictly necessary. Both body and clothes are well looked after to the point of metrosexuality. He holds himself well without either slouching or excessive inflexibility, and his general style suggests an easy warmth and bonhomie which combines with his striking good looks to produce an overall impression which most people are likely to find both positive and memorable.
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.
Afternoon, Fury House. The strong, gusty wind is blowing the trees and bushes in front of the house. KL is standing on the porch, holding a box from which shards of wood are poking out of the top. At this exact moment she's peering into the box, and making uncertain faces at it, as if she's unsure what to do with it.
A familiar sports car pulls up in front of the house and Cedric hops out. Seeing KL, he whistles to attract her attention.
KL does a bit of a doubletake, and then wanders out towards him, carrying her box in both arms. "Hey, Cedric," she says, not over-enthusiastically. "I was just thinking about seeking you out. Well, after I deal with this." She hefts the box. "But I didn't have the faintest idea where to look." She flicks a glance at him. "Emma's gone."
"I know," Cedric says. "Just come over from Hamilton Hall, no sign of her there. Do you think she's roaming around here, or..." He gives KL a sidelong look. "Do you think she's gone... further?"
"She's gone gone," KL says, looking grim. "She said goodbye, said she was going." A shrug, which causes the shards of wood to rattle. "She also said that you were coming in to HAVOC." There's a level of wariness in her voice as she says this, and she sort of looks sidelong at him, as if sizing him up.
Cedric nods slowly. "I feared as much. She was babblin' about the Amazon to me. Also sayin' she needed to find you..." Cedric sighs. "This place will miss her. And so will HAVOC. I offered to pick up her reins, yes, or rather, to mix the pack I was tryin' to form with HAVOC-as-is to keep it goin'. You got any views on that?"
KL sets the box down on the floor, and turns to face Cedric, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm KL Cole, Escapes from Money, Cliath Ahroun of the Black Furies," she says, carefully. "And although I'm grateful to you for your help the other day, who are you?"
Cedric chuckles. "Do forgive me. Emma told me about you, all in glowin' terms. Cedric Ambermere, Fostern galliard of the Silver Fangs. Falcon's gift to this sept, and to the Nation as a whole." This is delivered straight-faced.
"I used to know a Silver Fang," KL says, "who I respected very much indeed. There is also a Silver Fang that I detest the ground she walks on. You should know that, I think." A pause, and she puts her head on one side. "I'm not sure that Emma's glowing terms are particularly reliable. You should take me as you find me. And...I have some rough edges." Another pause. "I promised Emma I'd keep HAVOC warm for her. Who were you thinking about?"
Cedric lifts one knuckle to his mouth and licks it thoughtfully. "Silver Fangs are like most tribes," he murmurs. "We do not come in square grey boxes suitable for stackin' on subway trains. We're individuals, and some of us are more likeable than others." A grin suggests that he sees himself in the former category. "Let's see. HAVOC right now has lost Emma, Laura's not been seen... too bad, I liked her, I always get along with Black Furies... so that leaves you and Grey." He starts folding down fingers in a count. "Emma made me promise to take aboard a chap called Abraxas. And after my announcement of an intended pack formation last moot, I've heard that both Nike of your tribe and Timothy of the Walkers might be interested. So we have four at least, maybe six. Enough for a good healthy pack, no?"
"Yeah," KL says, showing some more enthusiasm now. "I don't know Timothy. Nike is good people." A pause. "Abraxas is not good people, but I think he's...useful. It would be interesting. I am unsure whether Grey would want to be in a pack with him. Emma wasn't sure either." She shrugs. "I'm in, for the time being anyway."
Cedric chuckles again. "I'd sooner a fellow were useful and not good, than good but not useful. Call me a pragmatist..." He nods. "I'll have words with Grey and Abraxas both. See what I can do to make 'em pull together."
"Have you...met Grey?" KL sounds a bit dubious. "When I first came to St. Claire, I was warned about one person, and one person only. Grey scares me." She smiles. "Not many things do. But... it's not necessarily a bad thing." She grimaces. "I don't think I scare anyone much."
Cedric smiles. "Grey was actually my first contact here," Cedric says. "Not seen all that much of him since I set up shop here, but I've got his number, don't you worry. He'll jump when I say jump, like all the other tribes do, he'll just grumble about it a bit more than most." He eyes up KL. "Scare anyone, you? Don't be too sure... Why don't you have a go at scarin' me? Now?" The invitation is delivered with a half-smile.
KL blinks slowly. "You're testing me?" she says, a note of wonderment in her voice. Her cheeks start to colour. "You pitch up in your fucking expensive fucking world-destroying weavercart and stand near my fucking lawn and you fucking well think you have the fucking right to fucking well test me? You fucking arrogant piece of fucking shit." Her hands curl into fists, and she spins away, picking up the box full of wood and throwing it, not at Cedric but just past him, aimed at his pride-and-joy car, spraying it with the splintered remains of chair that are within.
Cedric lets out a cry of dismay as the box lands on the hood with a thump, skids up into the windscreen, and impacts with a cracking of glass. He runs up to the car and stares at the dent in what he would no doubt call the bonnet, and the long crack that now disfigures the screen. Then he turns, obviously fighting to control himself, to face KL. He wins the fight. "I asked you to scare me," he drawls in a tight voice, "not to provoke me to a killin' frenzy on you. What the dickens did you think you were playin' at?"
"What the fuck do you think you're fucking well playing at?" KL says, stalking towards him, eyes misted with anger. "This is the worst fucking day of my fucking life and you're not fucking well making it any better." As she gets closer, the difference in their heights becomes even more apparent, and KL deliberately invades his space, standing beneath his eyeline and glaring up at him.
"I'm enough of a gentleman," Cedric says in a low and steady tone, "that I don't strike a lady unless circumstances make it impossible not to. I'm going to miss Emma. I can see that you're missing her already. But I didn't drive her from this sept, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to take out your anger at her leavin' here on me. If you're so full of fury you need to get it out, let's go somewhere not overlooked and spar. Otherwise... suck it in, KL."
A long, long moment, and KL continues to glare at him. Slowly, though, and with a visible effort, she reins in her fury, slowly relaxing. "I am *not* a lady," she says, eventually. She looks at the car. "Fuck. Oops." She colours again, but this time with embarrassment. "Um... can I pay for fixing that?" she asks, somewhat forlornly. "I seem to have broken your car with the bits of the chair I broke earlier."
Cedric waves the offer away, not ungraciously. "I can cover it," he says. "Money is the least of my problems, since my big brother in England is an Earl. The family is happy to throw money at me to keep me out of the country. Call it the price of me learnin' the lesson not to underestimate the ability of an ahroun to hit the buffer stops at ninety. You've got rage, KL. I'm goin' to enjoy puttin' it to use against the Wyrm, if you still want to club together with me."
"Well, you survived that, so yes." KL says. "An Earl? Cool. When does he get to be King?" She seems very interested in this. "Does he know William?" She walks around the car, and then starts picking up the wooden pieces and putting them back in the somewhat battered box.
"Wills? Oh, sure he does. Met him myself," Cedric murmurs casually, "though he's older than me and by the time I was clubbin' it on the London circuit he was already in the army. The Ambermeres will never be kings. We're not even related to them like some nobles. The first Earl of Tottenham was ennobled by one of the Stuarts for throwin' money at him to keep him afloat when Parliament cut off his budget, or somethin' -- I never was any good at history unless garou were involved." He helps pick up the pieces of sorry, shattered wood.
"Wow," KL says, shoving wood into box. "Earl of Tottenham? Must be a very posh place." She smiles. "OK, you pass, a bit. Do you spar, ever? Would be good. Especially if you're going to, like, be alpha. Um... how can I get in contact with you? Where do you live? I almost promise not to smash it up."
Cedric turns and points. "House about a quarter mile that way. Fairbanks House. That's my den. Sign with the name's outside, you can't miss it. Drop by any time. If you meet a fellow called Lucey, he's my valet and you can trust him totally. Kin," he explains.
KL nods. "I'll wander over at some point." She pauses. "You should meet Alexander at some point. He owns that place you took me and Emma to." She looks at the car, again. "I really am sorry about that."
Cedric looks at the car again, ruefully. "Glass and metal," he says, with some sign of gallows humor. "Good body shop will fix it, sweet as a nut. Shame it's not got a spirit in to do it for me, what?"
The Fury studies her feet, looking thoroughly ashamed. "Well, um... yeah. I owe you." She picks up the box of wooden shards. "Now I should get rid of this...more properly." She looks at Cedric. "When you going to see Grey?"
Cedric says "Hopefully, next day or two," Cedric replies. "While it's his auspice, you know? I can combine the trip into town with gettin' the motor looked at." He walks round the car. "I'll see you soon, then?""
"Yeah, sure," KL says, with a grin. She gives a little wave of her hand, lifting it away from her box of detritus. "Look after yourself."
Cedric opens the car, and carefully lowers the folding hood. That at least still seems to work, as does the engine when he turns the key. "Later, fair maid!" he calls out exuberantly, and before KL can respond to that epithet, he's burning rubber down the road.