Time/Date :It is currently 07:26 Pacific Time on Tue May 8 2007.
Place : Nicholson Hall
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.94 and falling, and the relative humidity is 89 percent. The dewpoint is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (58% full).
The main room of the Hall is well furnished, with beautiful ash floors. Wooden beams support the second floor, while giving the large home a rustic appeal. The room has been divided into two sections, with a clear pathway that leads into the kitchen. One half of the living room is filled with comfortable armchairs, end tables, and a sizable coffee table. All of which are situated in front of the living rooms main windows and creates a perfect environment for reading, or simply watching the world go by. The remaining half of the room contains a couch, two plush chairs, and a coffee table in front of an expansive stone fireplace. A spiral staircase is tucked into one corner.
5'2" of youthful energy packed up into a body all too willing to use it. Emma would be described as pretty if she were cleaned up and dressed the role, but all too often the scrapping tomboy paints herself with bruises instead of blush.
Somewhere in her mid-teens, her features are strong but decidedly feminine. High cheekbones and full lips work well to compliment her almost button nose and deepset eyes, while dark, ash blonde hair frames her face. While not straight, it is not curly either, and untied it reaches down past her shoulders. Her eyes are a cool blue, reminiscent of a bright summer day - but like the weather they seem to hold an amount of unpredictability. There is a hardness to her gaze, and while her smiles can be warm and sincere, they are well guarded.
Her posture is an odd mix of insecurity and confidence -or at least what might be confused as confidence. She seems surefooted and comfortable with herself, but exudes a certain edginess to those she might see as a source of ridicule.
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.
The door of Nicholson Hall is still damaged, and impossible to be locked. However, someone has done some emergency repairs, and it can at least be closed. At the moment, KL is sitting on the stairs coming down from the upper floors, staring at the door, looking very worried indeed. The bags under her eyes suggest that she hasn't been sleeping too well, and the fact that she's sitting totally still, chin resting on a palm at the end of an arm propped onto a knee, is at best unusual.
The knock comes out of politeness, and then the door opens to show Emma on the outside. She looks better, rested even, and the horror is out of her eyes. "KL?"
"Emma!" KL jumps to her feet and sprints at the other girl, before she's even had time to step through the door. Her arms spread wide in an attempt to hug her packmate.
Emma smiles at this, and indeed accepts the hug from the other. "KL. You likely saved my life three times over, back there." Her eyes close as she squeezes the girl tight. "Thank you."
"I just thought you were gone, and I looked around and I couldn't find you," KL says, squeezing back equally as hard. "And I thought maybe something horrible had happened to you, and I'd only gone over to the Fury House to get a change of shirt and some milk. When did you wake up?"
"Yesterday, must have been right when you ran out to grab a few things. Cedric came by as well, and we tried to find you, must have just kept missing each other." She finally pulls back then, letting out a sigh. "I got some sleep that time around, and the dreams I had were not evil."
The Fury leans against the frame of the door. "Phew," she says. "That's a relief. I sat by you as long as I could, and you seemed to be sleeping peacefully." She brushes an errant lock of hair that has fallen from her plait - a plait that, it must be said, is looking pretty ragged - and back behind her ear. "Getting out of the city helped, eh?"
Emma nods her head at this, "Yeah, it did. KL." She pauses, her mood growing heavy. "We need to talk."
The Fury raises an eyebrow, and takes a couple of steps back in to the hall. "This sounds serious," she says, "and not fit for doorsteps." She waves at a couple of chairs. "Pull up a seat, try not to break it, it probably cost the same as the brownstone." There's some bitterness in the flippancy of this statement, as if she rather despises the chairs.
Emma looks to the chair and grins, settling into it but remaining on the edge of the seat. "KL, you know I've always had this issue, right? The nightmares. Some worse than others. When I slept here, I dreamt again, but it wasn't like the dreams I'd been having. It was different. It really compelled me." Her eyes lower, "I think I need to go on a trip. Call it a.. a vision quest or something."
"Oh," KL says, sitting down herself, leaning forward towards Emma, elbows resting on her knees, hands supporting her head. "OK, I suppose. It's the kind of thing I've heard happen. When do we leave?"
Emma looks up, "What?" She seems surprised that the Fury has so blindly offered her company. "KL, it's.. not a vacation, it could be months before I've found and done what I think I need to do." She frowns, "I'm going to find Signe."
"I didn't think it was a vacation," KL replies, with a shrug. "I'm not that stupid, you know. And if the thing's serious enough to require a dream to persuade you to do it, it's serious enough that it might be dangerous." A pause, and then, very quietly. "No more running off."
"Who me? No. I'm not running off, but I can't ask you to come with KL. You have your tribe here, and Alexander, and... a lot of things." Emma sighs, "Lord knows there is no one I'd want at my side more than you. But I need a reason to come back here when I am finished too."
"Alexander!" KL is incredulous, "He's just decorative and annoying and I really don't want to be pregnant." She shakes her head fiercely. "If you have to go - and on any level, finding and talking to Signe sounds like a good idea - then you have to go. But I don't see why you have to go alone?"
Emma sighs, "Ok ok. Listen. If you want to come, then I won't stop you. But, Cedric - he's going to take over Havoc, and try to pull the pack together. He's gonna need people that have some experience and some street sense around here. That way, Havoc is still around when I get back."
KL stands up, and paces very slowly around in a little circle. "So you'll be gone. And I won't hear anything. Maybe never." She stops, and puts her hands on her hips. "Or I can stay here, keep Havoc alive. Keep the house tidy until you get back. And fret every single fucking day. Is that what you want me to do?" She's getting a little heated, though it all seems a bit unfocussed.
Emma sighs, shaking her head, "No, in honesty, if the situation were reversed, I'd do exactly what you are doing." She stands up, moving to follow the other. "KL, I need to do this. But the decision on whether you come with or stay, it's yours. I won't try and persuade you."
The Fury turns away from Emma, and doesn't say anything, but folds her arms over her chest, her shoulders rising and falling slowly. She bows her head, and kicks lightly at the floor.
Emma sighs heavily, "KL, I'm sorry. Things here, they run gambits through my head, the nightmares paint themselves with you, Grey.. the rest of the Sept. I can't watch another packmate fall or disappear on me. I need to find my worth as a Garou on my own. Only then can I be the leader I want to be."
KL half-turns, looking back at Emma over one shoulder. Her eyes are red, and glistening, reflecting the light from the chandelier above them. "Go then," she says, her voice thick. "Fuck off. Leave me."
Emma sighs. "KL.." Her eyes plead with the other Ahroun, "Don't do this. Don't let it sit like this, please."
The Fury completes the turn, to face Emma, tears now visible, two shining streaks running down the sides of her towards her mouth. When she speaks, it's in a tone of sadness, without heat or anger. "I said, fuck off, Get bitch," she says, the corners of her mouth twitching, as if wanting to smile.
Emma winces, but the words strike deep and the Get turns. "The leather coat, that Signe left to me, is yours. You'll find it in the brownstone. I'll miss you KL." The Get turns then, moving to slide out of the house and begin her journey.
KL watches the Get walk towards the door, before reacting. "Emma..." she says, in a low plea. "Do come back. After. Please. Do what you need to do, then come back to...here." She takes a couple of steps towards the door, not pursuing, but just to keep within conversation distance.
Emma looks back to the Fury. "I swear it, KL. I will come back." Another pause thickens the tension, and then, with a gritting of her teeth, Emma turns to give the Fury one last, heartfelt embrace. "You're all I've got left KL. Don't you die on me. Promise it!"
"No dying on your side either," KL says, returning Emma's embrace. She buries her face into the side of the Get's neck, her tears cold against the other's skin. "And maybe call? When you get the chance? And... I'll look out for you. I..." her voice fades, muffled by tears and by Emma's shoulder.
Emma clings to the other now, almost unwilling to let go. "I won't. I'll be very careful, and once things are settled, I'll be back. I expect to see you as Fostern too KL. No more slacking." She grins a little, bringing a hand up to cup the back of the others head and hold her to that hug.
KL squeezes the Get fiercely, and then lifts her head to press her cheek against Emma's. "I will. I'll do lots of things. And fight as if you were still there. I'll be as fierce as two people. And wherever you go, whatever you do, remember the important thing."
Emma looks to her, grinning a little, and glad to see the other stepping up to the call now. "What important thing is that KL?"
The Fury leans back, and grins, even though her eyes are swollen with tears. "No mercy," she says, parting her lips to show her teeth. "Now, as I said, fuck off. Say "hi" to Signe for me."
Emma grips the Fury's shoulders, one in each hand and gives her a final squeeze. "I'm headed out right away, sooner gone, sooner back, right? And yeah, I'll say hi to her for you. Take care of things KL." With that, the Get turns and leaves quickly, unable to endure the emotional parting for any longer.