Time/Date :It is currently 06:59 Pacific Time on Fri May 11 2007.
Place : Farmhouse & Barn
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is partially cloudy. The temperature is 36 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.18 and steady, and the relative humidity is 96 percent. The dewpoint is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (38% full).
Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
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 white T-Shirt and a pair of white cycling shorts, white sports socks and a pair of white trainers. All of the clothes look new, or at least very well cared for. There's a large bandage wrapped around her right calf.
A man of slightly above average height, Jacob stands at six feet tall and is built in a rather non-descript way. There's an obvious level of fitness about him that suggests he is no sluggard, but there is also no show of obnoxious bicep, pec or shoulders. Dark brown hair, worn just long enough to shag across his brow and curl around his ears frames a face that is both youthful and aged. It's hard to discern his age by looks alone, and depending on his mood he can quickly gain or shed a few years in appearance.
Green-grey eyes look at the world with a guarded clarity and apprehension; the kind of calculating look that makes one wonder if he can see beyond them, or through them. He often walks with his hands loosely in his pockets and his shoulders slumped, giving him a rather lackadaisical nature to his gait. Everyday clothes are his typical wardrobe; jeans, tee's and gymshoes.
The concept of it being near freezing in the middle of May is one that is somewhat foreign to Jacob, and judging by the red on his cheeks and scowl on his lips, one that he is not favorable to. He's rummaging through the cabinets looking for some instant coffee now.
The sliding door opens, letting through a blast of cold air. KL blows through the door, somewhat incongrously dressed in a t-shirt and cycling shorts, sports socks and trainers, that suggest that she's been running. She's breathing quite hard, though not showing much sign of having noticed the cold. On seeing Jacob, her brow furrows. "Who the fuck are you?" she asks, aggressively. As yet, she hasn't closed the door.
Jacob turns around at the abrupt cold, only to be broadsided by an attitude that is even colder. "Jacob Seth." He scowls, "For those who haven't noticed, the guy that spent the last two weeks fixing the roof on this place." A shake of his head signals either annoyance or disbelief, "Put your hackles down, geezus."
The frosted wind swirls around KL, who has folded her arms across her chest and is glaring at Jacob. "I'll put my fucking hackles down when I fucking well want to," she says. There's a moment, and then she grins. "However, if you've been repairing the roof, you probably deserve at least that." She unfolds her arms, and turns around, closing the glass door. "I'm KL Cole, Cliath Ahroun of the Black Furies," she offers, still slightly wary.
Jacob bites his tongue as the second round of snapping commences. "Sorry princess. Silly me to suggest folks treat each other with a little old fashioned civility." At the introduction there is a moment of silent groaning done posture wise. "Galliard of the Children of Gaia, if that puts you at ease." Finally he turns back to the cabinet, having found the coffee. "You want some joe?"
Lefty slides the back door open and slips into the kitchen. The Gnawer isn't exactly skulking, but she didn't expect to see the other two garou when she came in. "Oh, hi," she says, seeing KL first. Jacob gets a more familiar smile. "Is that coffee? I could use some."
KL grunts as she's chided for what are, admittedly, pretty awful manners. She spins around on the spot as Lefty opens the door, and opens her mouth as if she's about to say something, then glances over her shoulder at Jacob. "I say," she says to Lefty, in what might be recognisable as a ludicrous impersonation of Cedric, "jolly pleased to meet you and all that. Who might you be?" She looks again at Jacob. "That better? And no thanks, I'll just grab myself some water."
Jacob lets out a heavy breath and glances to Lefty, "Well at least this one's got a sense of humor, sorta. Sure Lefty, yeah I'll get you a cup." He reaches up to grab a second mug down and begins fiddling with the coffee packets. "And yeah it was a better. A lot better than what you gave me. Don't worry, I've learned the lesson on asking for a handshake. Won't bother with that anymore."
Lefty is slightly confused, though the tension between the Gaian and the Fury is palpable. The Gnawer once again looks between the other two, and her wisdom tells her to tread lightly. She puts on a grin for KL. "I'm Lefty. How you doing?" She moves toward the Gaian, laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder before moving past him and rummaging around for a leftover packet of poptarts. "It's too nice a day to fight, guys. There's hope in the world."
"I'm KL," The Fury says briefly, looking puzzled. "Oh! So you're Lefty!" She smiles, perhaps not entirely sincerely. "I've heard about you. From Emma, and more recently from Nike. How's it going?" A pause. "It's always a good day for a fight. But I wasn't about to attack Jacob. That would be rude. Not to mention damaging to the farmhouse. It's what the barn's for."
Jacob slams the packet down and turns around, "What the fuck is wrong with you Furies?! What, you can't be nice to a guy if you don't throw em to the mud first? That is -exactly- the kind of stuff that gets you people labelled-" well, here he at least pauses and makes a quick addendum, "-the way you are. Furthermore, why is it you think that just because you are Fury's, that it equates to your being able to kick my ass?"
"Oh, I'm doing fantastic," Lefty says. She finds what she's looking for, a pleased grin flashing briefly before she tears into the mirrorish plastic wrapper. The Gnawer doesn't bother actually toasting the pastries. She simply bites into the first one as she leans against the counter by the sink. At KL's comments, she snorts faintly. "Ahrouns," she teases with a wink. Then adds, "I'm a new moon. We think differently. And I'm living in the barn these days, so---" Jacob's outburst cuts her off, and she simply goes quiet, taking another big bite of her poptart.
The Ahroun blinks, very slowly, turning incredulous eyes onto Jacob. "What the fuck?" she says, in wonderment. "What the fuck makes you think you've got any fucking special treatment out of me that nine billion other fucking people wouldn't have fucking well got?" Her face colours, and she takes a couple of steps towards the Child of Gaia, her voice rising in volume as she does so. "And don't you fucking well dare think you can fucking criticise my fucking tribe and I so can fucking kick your ass so far up your fucking body that you'll be even more speaking out of it than you already are." It's possible the grammatical construction of this sentence could do with some work, but she's not really the sort to go back over it. She curls her hands into fists, and glares up at Jacob - who is almost a foot taller than the diminutive Fury.
"And that is exactly why the rest of the nine billion other fucking people in the world consider you bitches." Jacob scowls at her, standing tall and meeting her gaze for gaze as they square off in the kitchen. "You like fighting the wyrm? Standing up for Gaia and the Wyld? Protecting those that can't protect themselves? Well guess what sweetness, you'd have a lot more time to do that if you and the rest of the Fury's stopped picking fights and throwing your bitch-ass attitude at every single male that walked past you. Believe it or not, they are not all your enemies."
Lefty clears her throat. "I /was/ going to say I'm living in the barn, so I'm glad there's not gonna be any fighting. But I spoke too soon." She finishes off the first pastry and grabs the second from the wrapper.
"Fuck you," KL retorts, originally. "You don't know a single fucking thing about me and what I fucking well do. Now you can fucking well back down or we can take this out to the fucking barn and fucking well settle it now." She tosses her head in the direction of the outbuilding, and the returns to the quality glaring she's up to.
"Will that make you happy? And you know, maybe I could have gotten to know a thing or two about you, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is an exhibition on the various usages of the word fuck!" Jacob pushes away from the counter, "You wanna take it to the barn, fine be me. Because I am getting sick and tired of being verbally abused by a bunch of Fury's for no damn reason. *I* should be the least of your worries around here."
"Don't flatter yourself too fucking much, you *are* the least of my worries," KL bats back. She stops, suddenly, and looks puzzled. "Which other Furies?" she cocks her head on one side, obviously totally thrown by this.
Lefty lets her breath out in a sigh, holding her hand up with the poptart in it. "Guys, come on," she says, though it doesn't carry as well as the threats between the other two garou. "Seriously, it's not /necessary/."
She stands at roughly five-seven, lean and fit, even for a woman well into middle-aged. Her ginger-red hair is streaked with strawberry blonde highlights and falls just past her shoulders in a simple, uncomplicated wave. Bright blue-grey eyes produce a rather piercing gaze, full of ingenuity and acumen, while her bearing can be at times almost facetious. The one sober and glaring feature about the woman is a scarred right-arm, completely missing below the the elbow joint.
She wears a pair of faded Levi button-fly jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of scuffed, old sneakers. Overall, a black canvas duster that has seen better years is worn to protect against the weather.
Jacob looks to Lefty then, perhaps stalled by the Gnawers words. "Nike gave me the same load you did, and it's not like I went out looking for shit from your kind. You just seem to have a bag full of excuses that give you permission to cause a stir."
"I don't need any excuses to cause a stir," KL says, still aggressively, though she does seem to have calmed down a little bit. "I just do it with my natural wit and charm. I'm an Ahroun. It's what I do."
Lefty doesnt say anything further. She just watches the two garou, her own frame a little tense thanks to th air of the room.
Jacob grunts, "Well that's energy wasted on your family, instead of the enemy. If you have a hard time keeping things in check.." he pauses now, tone softening even more, "It's a lesson I've gone through before, and I could help you with it."
KL's eyes narrow again. "Don't patronise me," she says, in a low voice. "And I am really not short of energy. The offer's still there for you to find out." Her arms fold back across her chest, and the air of imminent violence fades a little.
Lefty pipes up, "Did you guys hear that the Yankees signed Roger Clemens? Can you believe it? The asshole's gonna be earning 4 million a month. Imagine that. That's like...well, at least a 100 bucks a minute."
Jacob clenches his jaw again, "I'm not patronizing you. Fine, offer's still there. Then lets make it interesting. We go out back to fight over ladder rungs. I win, -or you lose your cool altogether, -then you take my offer to help you work on that. You win, I retract my belief that you're pissing energy away at every male that walks by." He glances at Lefty then, nodding, "She can be our judge."
"Ladder rungs?" KL seems confused by the offer. "What do you mean?" She maintains her pose, arms folded, glaring at Jacob. There's a certain twitchiness about her, as if she's aching to move, or to do something, though it's not the same focussed energy that she was pointing at the Child of Gaia earlier.
The idea that Lefty gets to be judge makes the Gnawer laugh.
"Ladder rungs- who sits higher on them. So we go out back, get it out of our system and establish pecking order. But, like I said, I win, or you go ape-shit, then the deal is I help you tone fuse down a bit." Jacob grins now, and glances at Lefty as she laughs.
Lefty nods. "He means fight for dominance, yeah," she says. Now the Gnawer is grinning too. she also seems to be sizing up both garou as if she were trying to decide where she was gonna place her two dollar bet.
"OK," KL says. "You're on." She turns on her heel, and heads for the sliding door of coldness, to cross to the barn of beating. As she goes, she stretches her arms above her head, and then behind her back, loosening her muscles.
Lefty gestures, intoning, "after you," She then grins at Jacob.
Jacob moves out after the Fury but before the Gnawer, just shaking his head at it all.
Big Red Barn(#3420RA)
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
Hal walks in and even as a cub, picks up on the rage. He sidles over to the wall and takes a seat.
Jacob heads into the barn and takes off his shirt as it's undedicated. He's muscled and fit, and the only things that remain visible now are the large, wicked scar down his chest and the multicolored friendship bracelet on his left wrist. The shirt is thrown aside, "Alright, no gifts. No claws. You want homid, or glabro? Fight is to submission- and it stops there."
In all the time she's known the Gaian, Lefty has yet to actually see that scar. It brings a definite scowl to her visage, and she studies it intently for a moment.
KL grins, and paces around in a wide circle, finishing facing Jacob, standing about three yards away from him, weight on the balls of feet. "Homid. No gifts, no claws, nothing that would result in permanent injury. All gouged eyes to be handed back at the end." Her arms hang loosely by her sides, and she looks the picture of eagerness.
Lefty spies the cub in the corner, blinking with surprise. While the two garou circle each other in preparation for sparring, the Gnawer works her way around the side to sit by the cub. "How you doing, Hal?"
Hal quietly says to Lefty, "Good. Hope I can pick up a few dirty tricks to surprise the grownups with," grinning fiercely.
Lefty grins wickedly at the Get cub. "Heh."
Jacob gives a nod to the Fury and then balls up his fists. He moves slowly at first, watching her intentions and her posture. His own is practiced and learned, suggesting that this is not a typical 'peace and love crap' kind of Gaian. He's alert and calculating, and for now seems to be waiting for the other to make the first move.
KL gives a tight grin in return, and closes the distance, raising her fists in a classic boxing pose, even going so far as to throw a couple of shapes before she gets too close. Her eyes fix onto the centre of Jacob's chest, alert and watchful. It's her that launches the first attack, though, shifting her weight quickly back and letting go of a loose-limbed kick - with no backlift - aimed at the Galliard's kneecap.
Hal leans forward as he watches, studying how both fighters move.
With his own fists up and ready, Jacob dances back as the first few punches come in his direction. It's a decent distraction, or set up, as it leaves him unsuspecting for the kick. It comes fast enough that it lands in it's intended target just as he moves to try and turn from the contact. The leg buckles briefly, and it changes his own tactics, as now he moves to charge, like a football tackle, right at her midsection in hopes of taking her off her feet.
KL moves unbelievably quickly in reaction to this charge, spinning on the ball of one foot, hands reaching towards the Galliard's shoulders in an effort to redirect him away from her. The floor surface of the barn betrays her, though, and her supporting foot slides, causing her to take Jacob's shoulder to the left hand side of her midriff. She gives a grunt of pain, but manages to continue her spin, aiming a kick at the rear of her opponent.
Lefty still has the last remnants of her poptart in her hand, and she munches on it now. Leaning toward Hal, she mutters, "I should have made popcorn."
Jacob finds himself once more the target of a kick, and it brings a growl to his lips. This time, he focuses his energy on snagging that leg, using some of luna's rage to fuel the motion, and if he can catch it, give it a yank to throw the other off balance and land her on her ass where the barrage of karate attacks will stop.
Hal grins widely.
Nike makes her way to the barn to check on Lefty and pauses at the sound of a fight. She opens the door and makes her way in, being sure to stay clear of the fight itself. She watches with a certain interest.
This maneuver is more successful than the last, and KL is grabbed and pulled off balance, falling to the ground with a thump. With a wiggle, though, she's free of his grasp and rolling to get back onto her feet and into a fighting crouch. Her pristine white running outfit now sports brown marks, from the dirt on the floor, and somehow she's managed to get a smudge of dirt onto the tip of her nose.
Hal applauds briefly.
Nike moves to settle in near Lefty. "Just a fight or more?" She asks the Gnawer. Her eyes take in the fight, watching the two circle each other. The falling of KL causes her to wince a little and peer a little harder.
The success of the move boisters his confidence and Jacob moves on her again, wanting to close the distance so her kicking legs have less opportunity to flash out at him. This approach comes with a swinging fist as well, aiming a right jab to her ear as a left uppercut moves toward her chin.
Lefty brushes crumbs from her lap. she too watches the match intently, and she answers around her last mouthful of poptart, "dominance fight. Have a seat." she pats the haybale on the opposite side from Hal/
This move is less successful. KL evades the jab and then reaches for the uppercut with grabbing hands, turning away at the same time, dropping a shoulder and bending her back, intending to throw the larger Galliard in the vague direction of the nearest stanchion holding up the barn.
Nike moves to sit down and then rests her elbows on her knees and bends forward to watch the fight with interest. She speaks to Lefty as she watches, eyes not leaving the bout. "Any news? I have not yet been able to speak to anyone."
Lefty shakes her head, irritation darkening her eyes. "Nothing yet."
Though Jacob has size on her, the invention of throwing and grappling was long ago devised as a way around such things. The Galliard finds himself grabbed, turned and flipped half by his own momentum as the Fury throws him. He lands heavy, narrowly missing that fierce support beam, and hurries himself back up in much the same way she did earlier. He grins a little, impressed, "Remind me next time to set the terms to lupus so I can avoid that kung-fu shit." Now he waits for her next attack.
The Fury Ahroun (the fighting one, not the chatting one) closes the distance again, more warily than before. She grins, as if an amusing idea has just struck her, and then throws a fast punch to the other Garou's midriff. No misdirection, no switching, no grabbing, just a straight right-handed punch, thrown with as much speed and strength as she's able.
Nike cannot help but grin at KL's good work on the last turn between the two. She turns to look at Lefty, "My offer still stands." And she looks back to KL and her punch. "Take him down." She announces to the room and to her Sister Fury.
Lefty slides her gaze toward Nike. "You mean to defect?" she asks, grinning faintly. "thanks, but I won't disrespect Rat like that. There's no need to. But, again, thanks."
A good, straight punch is much more Jacob's style, and though it sneaks past his attempt to block and hits him solidly in the midriff, he grins with a wheeze as his air is knocked around. He's used to getting hit though as well, and the scar that her punch slams into is crystal clear proof of his past battles. With a growling grunt of his own, he simply takes the hit and then opens up his arms to reach around her and bear-grapple the smaller Ahroun, squeezing tightly and pushing back as fast as he can to trip her up and take the fight to the ground.
Hal whispers "Whoa" as the punch connects, then whistles softly at Jacob's response.
KL is, perhaps, a little surprised by the lack of reaction to her successful punch, and allows herself to be grappled and pushed back, reaching her own hands around Jacob, trying to ensure that when the pair hit the ground, he isn't on top of her, or able to do anything particularly nasty on the deck.
"No. Past that... Getting out of here." Nike says back to Lefty, still watching the fight. "As soon as I can find one of the Philodox, I will be asking to take you from here. If that suits you..." She nods her head, approval of the fight evident.
Prone to distractions, the topic at hand is heard by the fighting Galliard, and he has to concentrate extra hard on focusing with his current task. The two Garou grapple and dance in an odd pushme-pullme tug of war, neither one wanting to relent and end up on the bottom. Jacob whirls hard, trying to throw her momentum wise to the floor then, and he begins to heave harder with exhertion.
Lefty is torn between watching the wrestling match and talking to Nike. she nods, though. "Yeah, sure. A cushy place in a nice house? Sure thing." There's a small nod, and she looks back in time to catch the latest attempt at a throw.
There are some advantages to being small. In this kind of situation, KL's lower centre of gravity and more compact physique is actually a benefit - while she has less weight to work with that Jacob, she can apply power in confined quarters more effectively. All that, however, is largely irrelevant, as she gives up on this pointless wrangling and goes back to kicking, this time aiming a short but vicious kick at his shin.
Nike nods her head in Lefty's general direction. "Will do then." She keeps on watching as KL and Jacob go about beating on each other. She once again voices her hope of victor, "Good work, KL!"
The kicking, the cheering section, it all works to aggrivate the Galliard and as he finds another blow to his legs, he lunges at her with a new ferocity. A quick barrage of fists are thrown at her, hoping to catch her in the face and stun her enough to knock her back the rest of the way.
KL is surprised by the increase in speed, and several blows strike her face, pushing her head back, cutting her lip and bruising her cheek badly. After the fourth blow lands, she falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Unfortunately, perhaps, for Jacob, it's another ruse, and the fall is transmuted into a leg sweep, aiming to drop the Galliard to the floor.
Hal lets out a "Whoo!" at KL's move.
Nike sits up in her seat as KL goes down, almost like a Mom who just saw her kid get murdered in a Soccer game. She tenses her jaw until the sweep comes and then she sits back and grins once more thrusting an arm up and into the air.
Jacob had been moving in for the pin just as that sweep comes out. In his rush to get the fight ended, his careless assault leaves him wide open for the effects of the manuever. Her leg catches his own, and with the force and strength, pull him down as well. The barnfloor echoes a thud and Jacob rolls to try and get his bearings and grab hold of the Ahroun.
In a flash, KL leaps for the downed Galliard, both knees aimed at the centre of his chest, fists flying towards his face. Her own face is showing the signs of battle, bruises growing and swelling by the second, her left eye half-closed and blood trickling down her chin from her mouth. But her ferocity remains undimmed, and she's showing no signs of tiredness.
Lefty grimaces and winces as the Fury gets the upper hand. In truth, she hasn't been 'cheering' for either side, but given how close she's been to the Gaian, it's clear she leans that way. There's no excited cheer from the Gnawer as KL closes in. She simply watches, once more wishing she'd made popcorn, or at least gotten a drink before coming out to the barn.
With the full weight of they Fury's ..uh fury, on him, Jacob can only relent to a few bucks and flails to try and get her free of him. The fists hit him unstalled by his attempts to free himself, and as the final strike catches him against the temple, he shudders and tips his chin up in a show of throat. His eyes close, and with nostrils flaring, he grits his teeth and offers a quietly hissed, "Get, off, me."
Hal has been trying to stay impartial too, but he's fascinated by the ways the smaller Garou has offset her lack of size.
KL desists from her assault, and immediately rolls clear, her mouth spreading wide into a massive - if rather bloody, grin. "Well fought," she says as she stands, her voice slightly distorted by the damage. She proffers a hand to help up the fallen Child of Gaia.
Jacob remains where he is though, breathing hard and keeping his eyes clenched shut. His own nose is bleeding now and he sports a matching cracked lip. The voice of the Fury brings his eyes open finally, but it is the outstretched hand that stalls him again, causing him to stare at it as if it were the hand of a demon.
"I'll try not to be so rude to you again," KL says, somewhat puzzled by the reaction. She keeps holding her hand out, though, as though offering something rather more than a hand up off the ground.
Hal stares, wondering why it's taking so long for Jacob to get up.
Lefty slips off the haybale, sudden concern in her eyes. "Hey, kid you ok?" she asks, moving toward the Gaian and glancing sideways at KL. "Nicely fought," she tells the Fury, genuinely smiling. She crouches by the Gaian now, touching his shoulder. "Jacob?"
The Gnawers touch brings a second shudder to Jacob as if he's been startled. He glances to Lefty then and takes in a few huge gulps of air, looking more fatigued now than he did forty seconds ago. "Huh? Yeah, yeah." Finally now the hand is noticed, and he takes it, nodding. "G-good fight."
KL helps the Gaian to his feet, and then reaches up to clap him on the shoulder. "I'm looking forward to fighting with you, rather than against you," she says. "And then to you doing your duty as a Galliard and telling me how wonderful I am!" She winces, as she spreads her lips to laugh. "Ow," she comments, pressing fingers into her side experimentally.
Hal applauds enthusiastically as Jacob stands up.
Lefty looks more relieved than anything else when the Gaian comes back to reality. She stands from the crouch, nodding once. For once she refrains from making a joke or a jibe, instead just saying, "Why don't we have a barbecue today? I'm starving."
Hal hops up and says, "Sounds good to me. What can I do to help?"
Jacob brushes his hand against his pants to free it of hay and debris, nodding to the Fury. "I suck as a Galliard. Especially the story-telling kind. What kinda stuff was that, anyway. The kicks and crap." He looks to Lefty, gauging her to see if she's clued in to that momentary lapse of awareness he had. "Sure, barbecue. After I clean up?"
KL's eyes narrow dangerously. "Homid form. No gifts. No claws. Nothing causing permanent damage," she says, in a flat monotone. "I didn't think it was a requirement to stay still and let someone a foot taller than me pummel me senseless. Perhaps you should have included that in the rules, if you wanted it."
Nike speaks once again after being quiet for the end of the fight. "Good work, KL." She says and walks over to the Fury, "Well fought." maybe calming the other Fury some. "You fought well. Very well. I am proud."
Lefty's expression is as placid as ever. She smiles faintly at the answer, heading out of the barn towards the house. "I'll see what we got to cook up. There is a brief glance thrown the Gaian's way--one that might suggest 'we'll talk later'. then again, it might just as easily say 'glad you're ok'.
Jacob replies flatly, "I was being serious. I don't know any martial art stuff, and so don't know what style works with kicks and throws. It was very effective." He eyes the Fury elder then, tensing slightly as she praises her tribemate. A hand comes up to swipe blood from his mouth as he turns to the cub and to the Gnawer. "You could get the table set up if you want. I'll start cooking once I'm done scrubbing."
Hal responds, "Right away," and turns to follow Lefty.
"Oh!" KL says, relaxing instantly. She looks at Nike, and grins at her, before returning her attention to Jacob. "I'll show you sometime, if you like. I'm not really very good at karate, I just had some lessons years ago and I've sort of used it since. I'm sure someone who knows about martial arts would have a heart attack watching me." A little self-deprecating wave of her hand. "I'll go sort myself out. See you around."