Time/Date :It is currently 06:53 Pacific Time on Tue May 15 2007.
Place :Safehouse: Common Area(#2947RAJ)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (11% full).
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.03 and falling, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)
Safehouse: Common Area(#2947RAJ)
The foyer of this house is set off from the living room with its octagonal bump-out by a four foot high halfwall. Stairs lead up from the foyer, turning and disappearing to the right, and a wooden door with a keycard lock claims the wall opposite the living room. The rest of the main floor is taken up by a small bathroom across the hallway from a dining room which is separated from the kitchen at the back of the house by another half-wall. The decor is decidedly sparse - white walls, beige carpeting in the living and dining rooms and down the hall, unremarkable vinyl in the foyer and kitchen.
A used couch and a pair of recliners are grouped around a coffee table in the living room, with a foursome of wooden chairs claiming the bump out for quieter conversation. The dining room boasts a white laminate table with four aluminum and vinyl-upholstered chairs - too new to be 'vintage', too old to be trendy. The appliances and cupboards in the kitchen are new - or at least refurbished to look like it - and a door leads out to the backyard from there.
Up the stairs are a number of empty rooms where anyone affiliated with the Sept can crash and an office for private meetings. The Glass Walkers have their own area accessible via a locked door off the foyer. The main doors themselves lead back out to the front porch of the house.
Slight of frame but not wiry, this young girl has an athletic build that speaks of an active lifestyle. Clean lines suggest that beneath a rather non-descript physique are muscles capable of handling a variety of tasks. Her skin is a sun-bronzed caucasian, and she sports rough elbows and typical 'kid scars'. Her gait is steady and sure, though also at times very lazy and laid back.
Blonde hair hangs straight to just past her shoulders; long enough to be tied into a ponytail and short enough to not get in her way. Her eyes are brown and full of playfulness and mischief, but on occasion grow a much harder edge. She smiles often and laughs easily, reminding all those who see her that she is a young teen ready to have fun.
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.
Morning in St. Claire, and the early rising sun illuminates the arrival of the early-rising Garou to the Safehouse. As is usual, KL's distrust of technology extends far beyond the normal, and even includes doorbells, apparently. Her chosen method of enquiring about the possibility of entry is to hammer on the door so forcefully that it seems that, were the door of a less sturdy construction, it would be a close finish between the door being open and it being broken through.
Inside, the only occupant is startled visibly by the fierce knocking. Still, she moves to the door and pulls the locks, opening it up to see who is there. A slight, young girl stands in the threshold, looking out and grinning at the 'forbidden outdoors' with a glint of mischief. "Hi. Can I help you?"
The Fury Ahroun steps backwards from the door, looking surprised. "You're not Kevin," she observes astutely. "What have you done with him?" A blink. "Or, rather, is Grey in?" Her brow furrows and she mutters to herself. "Sound like I'm fucking twelve years old. Can fucking Grey come out and play?" She looks again at CJ. "Who are you?"
CJ blinks at this, grinning, "Chill dude, chill. Grey ain't around, but he was the one who brought me here. And I saw Kevin yesterday but the house is quiet now. Wanna come in?" CJ steps aside then to let the girl through, moving back to the one of the tables where she writes something down on a piece of paper.
KL enters, eyes narrowed warily. "You didn't answer my question," she says, once inside. "Who are you? Are you...um...new? You say Grey brought you here?" A pause. "I'm KL. I'm sort of related to Kevin and Grey. Sort of related, sort of an associate."
CJ looks up again, nodding. "Yeah I'm new. Sorry. You asked a lot of questions all at once and stuff, CJ's my name. Hah, that's funny, we both use initials, weird." The pen stops and she turns to lean on the table. "Are you one of 'us' so to speak then?"
The Fury studies CJ for a moment, and then gives a brisk nod. "Yes. Well, depends on what you mean by "us". I'm KL Cole, cliath Ahroun of the Black Furies, possibly still packed under Wolverine as part of HAVOC. Which is sort of what I came here to find out."
"Oh then yeah. Me too. I don't have a super long thingy yet though. Just CJ, and I'm apparently a cub. -God that sounds so.. well it's kinda dorky sounding. Oh, and Glass Walker is my tribe then, too." CJ thinks for a moment then, face screwed up in thought, "I've not seen Grey since he found me and dropped me off."
"Mmm," KL says, rubbing her chin. "I wonder who'd know. I guess I could ask Kevin when he comes back. Anyway, pleased to meet you. How long've you been here? Who's teaching you? And yes "cub" does sound a bit dorky, I guess. Still, at least it's easy to spell."
"Been here three-four days. I slept alot the first day so I get a bit fuzzy on just when I showed up. Timothy explained some things last night, Grey did the first night, Kevin told me the house rules. That's about where I'm at. So Black Furies is your tribe then? What're they all about?" CJ slinks into the chair then, tapping pen to paper as she listens.
"Are you writing this down?" KL asks, peering at the paper on the way to a chair of her own. "Because it's not a very good idea if so, as bits of paper have a habit of falling in to the wrong hands and stuff." She settles down and props one leg up on the other. "Well, I'm not really an expert in this, but I can do my best. My tribe originated in Ancient Greece, and Macedonia. Hmm. The way that the world is set up means that women-" she points a finger at herself "-have a pretty rough deal. There's some spirit-related stuff that goes along with that, but that's about the sum of it. We do the best we can to help them out, and also to do all the bad-guy fighting and running about that everyone else does. Um... there aren't any male Garou in our tribe, I should add. We're strong and powerful and glorious and we don't take any shit from anybody."
CJ grins at her, "Nah, I'm making a list of stuff I need to buy for my stay. I know we gotta be careful about letting our secret identities out. So all women? That's kinda crazy. And cool, I guess. I'm the only girl here so far as I know." She shrugs a bit and lets out a slow sigh. "I don't take any shit either, usually. Comes from being a skater though."
"It's not crazy," KL says, bristling a little. "It's natural. We have male kinfolk though - people who are related to us but aren't actually Garou." She shakes her head, amused for a moment. "Bet it doesn't. Come from being a skater. You've always been Garou, though you didn't know it. Bet you're a skater because you don't take shit, rather than the other way around."
CJ smiles at the girl, "Maybe. Man, that still blows me away- that I'm a werewolf. Hey wait, what happens if you guys have sons? You don't do... something, awful to them, do you?"
KL grins, looking directly at the glasswalker cub. "We burn them alive, after skewering them ritually on stakes made from special wood." A little nod emphasises the point firmly.
"Pretty funny dude, but you don't got me fooled. You probably give them away, 'cause women are mothers, it's in their nature. And you couldn't do something like that to a helpless baby." CJ just shakes her head, grinning widely. "Still, I think that's the first time any of you have bothered joking around, I was getting worried it was going to be all tightwads."
The Fury's nose wrinkles in disgust. "Damn," she says, fairly good-naturedly. "There I was thinking that I could get you going with that one. Yeah. Male Garou children of Black Furies tend to get given to the Children of Gaia, or the Bone Gnawers, or less often the Glasswalkers." She waves a hand at the house. "Not ideal, but better than the alternatives." A pause. "People can be a bit "must say the right thing" around new cubs. But we do have a good time, and yeah, there are some...tightwads...but there are also some good people as well. Though some of us can be a bit tetchy around full moons, especially Ahrouns, so watch your step in a couple of weeks."
CJ looks curious now, "How so? Like what do I need to look out for? Will I get tetchy in a few weeks too then? Grey said we don't automatically turn into the beast on the full moons, so what does happen?"
KL makes a bit of a non-descript gesture. "You will, though...do you knw what auspice you are? Has anyone looked up the date of your birth? Anyway, it depends on that, Ragabash - who are born around the new moon, they get it least, and Ahrouns - born around the full moon - get it worst. But we all get it to some extent. You get more tetchy and irritable, and if you do lose your temper, it's more likely that you'll lose control and go into this sort of berserk rage, hitting everything near you. That's usually considered bad."
"Like when I first changed, for the first time. That was one of those." CJ nods now, "Grey said I'd have to learn how to control it. Is it hard? And no, no one's told me what auspice I am yet."
"Oh," KL says, a bit taken aback. "Well, um, not sure I can help, not having an almanac or something similar to hand. Need to know what the phase of the moon was when you were born." She smiles. "And yeah, that's a frenzy. Knowing how not to go there...or how to go there when you need to, is one of the things we all have to learn. And battle with, at times, throughout our lives." She peers around. "I am a bit concerned about Grey."
"We could look it up online! I wanna know what I am." CJ grins widely, halted only by the mention of Grey. "What's to be concerned about? He seemed fine to me. Well, fine outside of that scary mofo, one-eyed, chain smoking, creepy sort of way."
"Not sure," KL says. "Just a feeling. We're in the same pack, though I've not spent much time with him, especially recently." She looks warily at CJ. "You can look up...phases of the moon...on a computer? Is that right? I mean, is it a good idea?"
CJ chuckles, "Yeah, it's a great idea. It'd be really fast. Just look for an online almanac. C'mon. We can figure it out, and you can tell me about packs."
"O...K..." KL still seems dubious. "You have a computer?" She looks around the room, as if there might be one hidden under a cushion of behind a curtain. "Packs are easy. They're a group of Garou who at least vaguely get on, who work as a team, more or less. Usually, they find a...hmm...a big spirit and please don't ask me to explain that, and they do a deal which means that they get to represent that spirit in some way, and they get some aid - sort of powers - that will help."
CJ laughs again, "God, this is so wild. I can't wait to start doing stuff." She nods and points to upstairs. "Come on up. So once I do that whole rite to adulthood thing, then I start looking for a pack."
"That's about the size of it. Though it has to be one that's a good fit for you. It's not necessary for you to adore your packmates, but you have to at least respect and be able to work with them." KL says, as she follows the cub upstairs. "And it all takes time. Like, months and months."
CJ leads the other up the stairs and moves to direct her to the cubs bunkroom. "Over this way, c'mon."
"Hey! No!" KL says, waving a hand. "I don't get to go through that door. It's Walker territory, unlike this." She points at the floor on this side of the door. "Available for all of the Sept - all the Garou in the area. Her finger switches to the door. "Walkers only. No others, unless invited by the tribal elder. That's not you, so I don't get to go. Why don't you go and look it up and then come back?"
CJ frowns a little, "Why can't you come into the bunkroom? It's got beds, and desks... and books. Nothing all super secret. Whatever. Alright, what am I looking for then? Almanac of moon phases?"
"Yeah, something like that. "Moon Phase Calendar" or somesuch." KL explains. "And it's more than secrets... did you have a bedroom, before?" She raises an eyebrow enquiringly.
"Huh, at home with my dad? Yeah. Of course," she smiles at this. "Bit bigger than this place though. Alright, be right back." The girl scurries into the room and the sound of rapid clicking can be heard as she both types and clicks away at the mouse. "Got it!" she calls out. "Says the moon was half full on the day I was born." She comes running back out, "Did ya catch that? Half moon. What's that mean?"
KL is leaning against a wall, and offers a grin. "Heh. It means you're a philodox. Congratulations, your mission is to uphold the law, to judge and punish wrongdoers and to generally be really popular as a result." She looks down at the floor and then back up to CJ. "What does CJ stand for?"
"A judge?" The girl blinks. "That stuff can be wrong, right? Man, that is not cool at all. Skaters are -not- judges. Come on!" Her arms fold across her chest in a huff, and she leans back against the wall. "They're my initials, but I don't like being called by my full name. Plus sounds way less prissy."
KL smiles warmly at the cub. "I'm much the same. My full name is Kathryn-Laura Cole. Kathryn-Laura is one name, with a hyphen in it. And every time someone calls me it, I get really annoyed. Reminds me too much of...stuff. And you don't...mmm...for the moment, you don't have any choice. You are a philodox. They're kind of necessary, useful."
CJ smiles then, "Catherine Joanne, two names, both horrid. My family calls me Cate, which .. is I guess tolerable, but I still really rather go by CJ. So do the judges like, figure out how to punish people who break the litany then?"
"Yep, that's about it. Catherine Joanne? Oh boy, at least you spell yours with a C. My complete name is Kathryn-Laura Joanne Cole." KL seems amused by this similarity. "Better do well, cub," she says, in a sort of mock-superior voice. "Don't want to sully our name."
CJ looks on in amazement, "Holy crow, we have almost the same name." She laughs then, "That is totally tripped out man. Good thing you do spell yours with a K, or else we'd have CL and CJ and that'd get right out of hand." She grins, "Well, good to meet you KL. I guess that if I am destined to try and do well, you are destined to look after me in some fashion or another."
KL blinks and looks distant for a moment. "I'll do what I can, without stepping on too many toes," she says. "You're not of my tribe, and so that limits what I can teach you. And I'm not a philodox, so that limits it as well. But if I can help you I can, but you should be aware that I can be snippy." She looks down at the floor. "Have you met a theurge yet?"
"Snippy. Like a full moon snippy, or like that and more?" CJ grins though, suggesting she is willing to handle the snippiness from her name-twin. "Theurge, no, don't think so. That's another auspice, right?"
"Yes." KL says, biting her bottom lip. "OK, I can tell you this fairly freely, I think. There are five Auspices. Ragabash - tricksters, questioners and scouts. Kevin is one. Galliards - storytellers, messengers, keepers of history. Philodoxes - Judges, keepers of law and rule. Theurges - they...hmm. They deal with the spirits and the spiritual. And Ahrouns - we're fighters, warriors and soldiers. But don't be mistaken. Everyone fights. The Ahrouns are just the sharp pointy ones who run in first."
"I haven't done much fighting. Uhm actually I never have. I am real good about talking things over and stuff, -do I have to fight?" CJ looks a touch concerned about this part it would seem.
The Fury Ahroun smiles. "Pretty much, yes you do. But don't worry. Plenty of time to learn, plenty of people to teach you. Besides - it's fun. Exercise is good for you. Smiting enemies is exercise with a purpose."
CJ laughs, "I get plenty of exercise and I'm fit. I just don't know a lick about hurting people." She grows more serious then, "But, I guess that comes natural to a point. Grey said I killed the guy in the gas station. Is it bad that I'm sort of- well, I don't regret it. He was a bad guy, in normal terms and I'm glad he can't try to do that again, to anyone."
KL nods. "I can't help you with morality. I just hit the things I'm pointed at, mostly. But I do know that...well, we're in a struggle. And we're losing. So we need every warrior we have to do a wide variety of things." She shrugs. "That's the deal. Oh, and it's fabulous and fun and fulfilling and true. I wouldn't trade it for the world."
CJ hmms thoughtfully, and nods, "This is alot to remember, and all I get lately is the lectures. I want to actually *try* stuff." She starts back down the stairs, huffing a little. "Hey, how old are you anyway - I mean how long have you been doing this?"
"I'm twenty," KL says, "and I first changed when I was thirteen." She shrugs. "I've spent a long while as a cliath, for various crappy reasons that are entirely my fault. Have you met Tu, yet?"
CJ shakes her head, "Tu's the chinese guy, one arm, boss of this place. Timothy is the two armed chinese guy. That's what Kevin said."
"I haven't met Timothy yet, but I've heard about him." KL turns and peers out of the window. "Could you carry a couple of messages for me? Could you tell Kevin that you should see a Theurge, just to assuage my paranoia, and could you tell Grey, if you see him, that I'll be at the brownstone tonight and tomorrow, if he's around."
CJ nods her head, "Yeah. Kevin, I need a theurge, Grey, go see KL at the brownstone. I got it." She grins a little then, "You going to come back here again soon?"
"Sure," KL says. "I'll come back and check up on you. Also, I'll check with Tu about what I can and can't teach you. Don't want to step on his toes. Or anyone else's." She turns and starts to head for the door. "See you around."
"See ya KL. Cool meeting ya." With that, the new cub turns back around and bounds back to her bunkroom, hopping back onto the computer.