Time/Date :It is currently 12:57 Pacific Time on Mon Jun 4 2007.

Place : Furyhouse

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 59 degrees Fahrenheit (15 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northwest at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.93 and steady, and the relative humidity is 87 percent. The dewpoint is 55 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (74% 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.

Alesia

Long dark black hair frames the fair-skinned face of this teen girl. There's a bit of firmness to her jaw line and her brown eyes bracket a thin lipped mouth and a smallish nose. Alesia's frame is a bit thin or lithe while still maintaining a hint of classical features. Her frame is thin and almost wiry. There's almost a sadness in her eyes and her mouth looks like smiles might be foreign to it. She stands just just over four and a half feet tall. She has no piercings or jewelry.
Alesia is wearing a newish sweatshirt that's a light pink shade and looks like it might have picked out by guess as it's a tad large on her. Her pants are blue jeans that while tight only show that she doesn't have much in the way of curves, but more look like they are tight because she grew some since they were bought. Her shoes are a bit out of date as well, just a well worn pair of gym shoes.

Kathryn-Laura(#3278POXc)

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.

Five days of enforced idleness have hardly been KL's greatest experience, but she's finally managed to get up and about, and return to her home. Currently, she's sitting in the front room of the fury house, a glass of milk in front of her on the table. Wonder of wonders, she's reading a book. About archery, but a book nonetheless.

Alesia enters from the woods side of the house, kicking her feet free of a bit of mud before entering. She walks right in, as if not expecting anyone then pauses and startles as she spies KL. "Um, hi!" She says, a bit startled then starts to peer closely at KL, "You okay?"

"Better!" KL says, far more cheerfully than the last time Alesia saw her. "Not entirely, but I had to get out of the infirmary." She lifts the bottom of her t-shirt up to reveal the bandage neatly applied beneath. "How are you? Did you manage to deliver my message?"

Alesia nods, "I did." She moves to sit at the table with KL, across from her and sets down some papers, "CJ seemed surprised you would send a messanger just to let her know you weren't ignoring her." She shrugs, "But message delivered. Basil gave me some papers about ideas for making a bow. Thinking about trying to make one usable in warform, firing larger arrows further, using our strength and all." She says as she puts the papers down on the table. "Also met Jacob who wanted me to give Tu a message about a troubled cub they have out there, who's chained up in the basement apparently."

It takes KL several moments to work through that last sentence. "I see," she says, still with slight incomprehension. "Thank you, anyway. I just... don't want to let CJ down. I think I've let quite a lot of people down at one time or another, and I've sort of made a pledge to myself to stop."

Alesia thinks a bit then says, "I don't know if you think you let me down or not, but... just in case you think you did, I want to let you know you didn't." She pauses then adds, "And if you think you didn't let me down, then... ignore all that cause it'd sound stupid then." She frowns a bit as she works that out in her head, then shakes her head as if giving up trying, "Anyway, yeah, they have this cub who attacks people and knows some garou stuff and apparently 'wants to see our blood cause it's pretty'. I would have gone to check him for taint but no one was around to give permission and I'm not going to go to the basement alone, violation of territory and all."

"Good choice," KL says. "Olga did that once, for really good reasons, too. And Nat went absolutely mad on her." She leans back on her seat, pushing her book towards Alesia. "That might come in useful. It's a bit technical for me, but the pictures are nice." She rubs her hand over her cheek. "I don't suppose anyone's told you what happened...when I got injured?"

Alesia shakes her head, "No, I heard what /you/ said about talking to Felix when I came to visit you but so far no one's been talking much about it. Everyone seems a lot more excited about the four cubs at the Safe House, the two ragabashes, the one Philodox and... the mystery cub in the basement." She shrugs, "All are Glass Walkers I suppose."

"Probably," The Ahroun replies. Her brow furrows. "I'll have an ask. About CJ." She bites her bottom lip. "I'm not... if I could work out a way to get her out of there, I would. Not my territory, but I'm not sure it's a good environment for her. Too much testosterone. Though she's nobody's fool."

Alesia nods and considers, "She seemed very nice but I think the two ragabashes will be hard on her. I guess she's been ordered to come up with a punishment for the two other cubs as part of her training for when all three ran out of the house to go out around town without permission." She sighs, "Glad I never tried anything like that. Seems really stupid to me."

KL stares at Alesia. "No, your infractions were more subtle." There's a pause, and then she grins. "No, you were lovely, as a cub. And you're going to be fantastic as a cliath."

Alesia thinks about this seriously for a moment then nods, as if agreeing with KL's assessment. "I did screw up as a cub, several times. Sometimes just by trying too hard I think. I hope I don't make the same mistakes now. I hope I do the tribe honor as a Cliath though." She tilts her head, peering back at KL, "I would like to find a pack I think, just struggling with who and for what end."

"Yeah, it's a difficult question," KL says. "I need a pack, too." She smiles, and then looks thoughtful. "Alesia, I have a difficult and dangerous mission for you, should you decide to accept it. It's one that requires skill and patience."

Alesia considers, taking this all very seriously, "You do? Ah... hmm." She pauses, "Do I get to find out what the mission is before I accept or do I have to accept without knowing what the mission is?"

"Oh, yes." Though she's trying very hard, KL's mouth is quirking into a grin. "I need you to cut my hair." She studies the cub carefully. "It's too long, at the moment. It gets in the way when I fight, and I'm tired of having it in a plait."

Alesia blinks then actually manages a very rare small grin, which fades quickly but was there none the less, kind of like the sun peeking out from behind a cloud. "Sure I can do that, I've had to cut my own hair for as long as I remember and cutting someone else's hair has to be easier than that, right?" She offers, "We just need really sharp scicciors and maybe have you wash it first so it's easier to work with, while wet?"

"Sure," KL says. "I have some scissors, for cutting hair. I got them the last time I had a go." The wrinkle of her nose suggests how successful that experiment was. "So, yeah, your expertise will be invaluable. Now?"

Alesia nods, "Sure, you go quick wash your hair and we can do it right now if you want. How short do you want it?" She asks as she packs up her papers, "We should do it in the kitchen, put some newspapers down to collect the hair."

KL nods. "Um, shoulder-length?" She mimes a point just below her shoulder. "That kind of length? There are some of those free papers in a pile near the trash. Right, hairwash. Might take a few minutes." She points at her side. "Got to be careful."

Alesia nods and winces at that then offers, "I can wrap that up when you come back, I know some tricks Laura taught me, about binding and herbs. It won't make it heal faster but it might make it feel better while it heals." She heads over to the papers and picks them up and then drags a chair into the kitchen.

KL disappears upstairs, and the sound of the shower can be heard from above. After some time, KL comes down, wrapped in a fluffy white dressing gown. Her hair, now free of the plait, hangs down beneath her bottom. She seems even more cheerful, almost glowing with health. "I like showers," she says. "Better than standing in the rain and hoping."

Alesia nods, as if just agreeing with KL then gestures, "Sit, and I'll take care of it." She has comb and cutters read, "So you want shoulder length? Do you want it feathered back or with bangs or any of that?" She asks as she readies herself to start cutting.

"No bangs," KL says. "I don't intend to go through this ordeal very often, and they just get in my eyes." She sits herself down, suddenly rigid, fingers gripping the nearest surface, knuckles turning white. "What does "feathered back" mean?"

Alesia hesitates, then says, "It means that the hair at the side is cut so that it is pushed back and kind of... um, well looks like a feather pattern. Really just kinda means pulled back cut so it looks nice I guess." She shrugs, "Can just cut it nice, short and clean looking. Wasn't sure you wanted to try something... ah... more dramatic?"

"Use your judgement," The Ahroun says, with a set jaw. She does manage to relax a little bit, enough to say, "it would be nice if it looked good for my birthday."

Alesia hesitates as if afraid to upset her customer, then slowly looks over KL and starts to comb through the hair, straightening it out before she takes the first little snip, "Um, KL? I went to talk to Alexander... and he.. um, he's really strange, isn't he?" She takes another snip, "He said that sex and love are very different and that his desire was to be 'of service' and that that was what made him happy."

KL gives a little growl, and then an "ouch" as Alesia finds a tangle. "Yeah. That's what I don't like about him. He's nice, and good-looking. But I can't warm to him. I can't love him. So I won't sleep with him. But unless someone else turns up, I might have to."

Alesia is quiet for a bit as she snips off lengths of hair, concentrating on getting it just right, or as right as she can manage. After a bit of silence she says, "KL? I'm only 15. I don't have to have a kid right away, do I? Now that I'm not a cub anymore?"

"No," KL says, forcefully. She pauses. "OK, look, there is a duty to have children. We need to. But you get to pick when, and you get to pick with whom. To certain limits. And...um...this is going to sound really weird, but you don't have to keep them." She turns to look at Alesia, which probably isn't the most helpful thing. "I should, soon. Given my life expectancy."

Alesia nods a bit then tsks which sounds kind of odd from her, "Please... keep your head facing forward, this is hard enough." She almost scolds but lightly, "Maybe you should... um, have a child. I don't know. I don't think... I mean, Alex probably would be very happy to provide for either you /or/ me but I just... I'm pretty sure if he tried, I'd kill him. And that would be bad." She says softly as she returns her efforts to cutting hair.

KL nods - again, fairly unhelpful, but she is at least following instructions and looking forward. "One thing I do know, is that he will take no for no. Or I'll help you." A hint of wolfishness about this, and then she sighs. "I just wish he was more...human. Less kin. Like...you know."

Alesia nods, as she steps around and tries to get the cuts even above the ears, "Yes, I know what you mean. He's almost... mechanical. Maybe he is broken... needs to be fixed? I don't know. But I worry. I want someone more... real. I feel like he's the other half of what my father could have become. It... almost pains me to talk to him at this point."

"He's not evil, not wrong," KL says. "Though you could check, just to be sure. But he's...too well trained. I guess that's our fault." She manages to hold still for several seconds, allowing Alesia a blessed opportunity. "I mean the tribe. It can happen, I've been told."

Alesia takes a few more snips then says, "I meant not that he was bad, more that I think the treatment my father got could lead to either what he became or what Alex has become." She sighs, "That doesn't make much sense, does it. But I worry that he is /too/ well trained. I don't want a trained pet, I want a real person, you know?"

"I had one," KL says quietly. "And I didn't know how lucky I was." She sighs again, and looks down at the floor. "Do you want to go hunting at some point? I think it's about time." There's an odd forcefulness in her voice.

Alesia ohs then says, "Hunting for what?" She slips behind KL to finish trimming the back, the comb moving through hair then Alesia taking snip snip snip along the edge of the comb. "I'm almost done I think... you want it a bit thinner so it's cooler?"

"You know. That thing we're supposed to be combatting wherever it dwells and breeds?" KL says, grinning. "I don't know. Will it look good if you do? You're very good at this, I think. When can I look?" She twitches in her seat, moving left and right on the chair.

Alesia nods, "I was thinking. Cole found out about my head hunting trip to town, apparently there's this cop on the force that's Fianna kin? I asked Cole to have her give him any 'trouble cases' that he could let us know about... things we could take care of that the cops can't. I'd love to just go around town looking for abusers but I think that'd be like trying to find a needle in a pine forest. Is that what you meant?" She pauses, takes another snip then says, "I think that's good, I thinned it out just a bit, you can hardly tell but should be 'cooler' for the summer."

"That's one thing," KL says. "Though abusers...hmm...are only sort of of the wyrm. There are more obvious things, creatures that skulk in the night. Horrible spirits, so forth. Some of them are quite nasty, but they do need to be fought. And I suspect we haven't been doing that enough." A pause. "Alesia. I want the Furies to be the best tribe in this sept. Not the most powerful. I don't care about that. But the best. I mean, I think we are already, obviously, but I want to be...showing it."

Alesia nods a bit, "Well, yeah, I want to be part of that but I thought maybe a pack that focused on healing and cleansing... I feel like we kill too much. I don't know. Seems like there is a lot of wyrm that needs to be taken care of." She steps back, "You can look now." She says as she tilts her head, "I think it would be good to take some 'missions' out into the city and find wyrm to take on."

"It never ends," KL says, bouncing out of her seat. She disappears to look in a mirror. "Oh cool!" is the exclamation that comes echoing back. She returns, looking happy. "That's brilliant. Thank you!" A long pause. "Healing is good. Cleansing also." She sighs. "I think I'll always be in a war pack. It suits my character."

Alesia nods, "I'm glad you like it." She's still not smiling right now, "I don't know about packs. I don't know. I just want to make a difference and I think maybe I could do more cleansing and healing. Although... I can fight too."

"Sure," KL says, with a nod. "Look, it's a waste of a theurge to have you clawing away at the front. That's what we expendable types are for. But we need to know what to hit, and also someone to heal us, when we get hurt. You'd be able to do healing and cleansing and..." Her voice trails off. "I'm a knife, or a sword. I hit the thing I'm pointed at. But if I don't do it in the right way. If I don't do it for Gaia. If it's not...sacred?...then I'm not an Ahroun. Not a Garou. Just a thug." She pauses. "You'd be welcome in any pack you chose to be in."

Alesia nods, "Yeah... I just... I don't think you're just a knife. Remember, I have an ancestor that was an Ahroun, in my head. She... I know how hard it is to do what you think is right and to cope with the pain of fearing that you're just a thug." She sighs, "Not in those terms like you said but kinda... I just... I hope you're right. I just need to know what I want to do, find a good fit pack wise."

KL smiles. "Take your time. Some Septs, not being in a pack is one inch from being Ronin. But here, more normal." She pauses. "Probably not a good thing, either of those two extremes. But no, you should pick the right pack." She brushes her side. "Now, um...about those wounds?"

Alesia ahs and nods, and goes to the counter where she laid out some clean linnen bandanges, "Lift your shirt, I'll bandage your side. I've been working on an herb pouch like Laura had, but for now I am working with a few things she left behind. I put some powdered willow bark in the bandage, will sting lightly at first, but later feel better."

"Okies," KL says, opening her dressing gown. Beneath, the wounds on her side and leg are still clearly visible, though much healed from before. They are still red and angry, however. "Hmm," she says. "I wonder what the other guy...or guys...or whoever...look like."

Alesia shrugs, "Worse off I'm sure." She says as she works on wrapping KL's wounds, making the linnen snug, but not overly tight and making sure they don't shift too much, "Don't go shifting down to homid or up to war form or you'll lose the bandages and need them re-done. But other than that..." She presses the bandage in place, and the first light sting hits, but it isn't that bad, and then it feels kind of warm. She tries to make sure the bandages are well placed and won't move too much.

KL winces, but doesn't say anything. "Phew. Thank you, again." A pause. "Is there anything you want? I mean...stuff wise. Clothes. Kit. Whatever. Weapons, I guess." She looks enquiringly at the Theurge. "A sort of congratulation present."

Alesia hesitates, then says, "I got some money from Alex, I was going to go do a little shopping. I don't know. I want some new clothes I think. Ah, I made my own spear. I want to make a bow." She pauses in thought then says, "You... could get me that teddy bear." She says a tad sheepishly.

The Ahroun blinks. "Teddy bear?" she asks. "Um... how big? They go up to about half your size. Oh, by the way, you're welcome to borrow any of the practice bows. I got a whole bunch a while ago, because when I was learning to...um...archerise? I had a slight tendency to break them over my knee, or throw them out of the courtyard. They're just inside the door to my room. Have you seen my bow?"

Alesia hesitates, "You asked that last time." She notes softly, "I said just... um, something to... have, as a toy? I don't know, something to have." She seems a tad embarassed about asking, then looks down, "Um, well, anyway, bows, no. I haven't seen your bow, I'd like to borrow one. I used to do some bow practice but it's been awhile."

KL nods. "OK, back in a second." She disappears upstairs and returns with two items, one is a red fibreglass bow with a string loosely attached to one end. The other item is a long slim leather-covered case. She tosses the red bow to Alesia, then sets the case down on the table, springs the catches and takes out a long, dark wood bow, glossy with varnish. "Nike's is even nicer," she comments.

Alesia nods a bit, as she accepts the red bow, "I was trying to use the sinew from the deer for bow string but I messed it up, first time and all." She eyes the wooden bow, "I want to make something very nice, but I don't think I could make something that good on my own." She says softly as she peers at it.

"Yes," KL says. "This was handcrafted by the great craftsman 'Steve', of 'Steve's Traditional Longbow and Archery Store'" She chuckles. "Maybe one day I'll have a bow that has some history. You really should see Nike's, it's fabulous." She looks lovingly at the bow. "But this is still the best thing I own."

Alesia nods a bit as she stares at the bow, "The best thing I own is my spear right now." She says as she considers, "I could use some bow practice if you want to go out back and shoot a few arrows?" She offers, "You can show me how good the bow really is?"

KL grins. "For sure," she takes the bow out of its case, caressing it with a gentle finger. "Oh. Maybe I should put some clothes on." She smiles. "Meet you in the courtyard?"

Alesia blinks then nods, "Yeah! Um, sorry." She flushes just a bit, then says, "I'll clean the hair up and pack the medical stuff up and meet you in the back yard?"

"Cool," KL says, heading off upstairs for the third time, before turning and looking back. "Thanks again, for like everything."

Alesia nods, "You're welcome KL. Just... glad I can help you."


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