Time/Date :It is currently 05:45 Pacific Time on Tue Jun 5 2007.

Place : Farmhouse

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 53 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.90 and steady, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (69% 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 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.


Puberty seems to have hit someone in a big way. Basil now stands at a height of 5'2", his girly facial features faded away under a hard grimacing mask of masculinity. His already long hair has become wilder then before. A bristling array of thick brown hair sprouts were a beard would be. Not to mention all over his forearms, hands, and sporadically everywhere in sight. Muscle mass has increased nicely, filling out his normally withered build. His nails have grown much longer, blacker then a normal human being's. Then again, no one ever said he was normal...

Early morning, farmhouse. KL is staring at the space where the door used to be. She's in homid, and she appears uninjured. One immediately noticeable difference about her is that her hair, rather than being tied up in a long plait, is hanging loose around her shoulders. Looks good, actually.

Strolling down from upstairs with ruffled hair and an eye patch, Basil meanders onto the first floor and into the kitchen. He doesn't immediately look at KL, ignoring her in favor of putting up a pot of coffee. "Floors suck for sleeping. I miss my mattress already." He mumbles to himself.

KL looks very nervous as Basil enters, then relaxes a little as she recognises him. "Basil," she says, almost cheerily. "What're you doing out here?" It's without sting, just an enquiry.

Basil looks over at KL, running a hand through his scruffy, faded blonde hair. "Huh? Oh, it's you." He pauses and exmaines her a moment or two, then replies. "I'm just looking for Alesia. Couldn't find her, so I slept here. Gonna look for her again today, after I wake up."

"She's about," The Fury replies. "Not sure exactly where at the moment. She was at our house yesterday, so I suspect she's still out here." She studies the door-hole again. "What'm I going to do about this, Basil?"

"Good. I heard she wanted me for something from one of the cubs. Gotta find out what." Basil looks over at the door, then back at KL. "The door? They ain't nothing to replace, what happened to it?"

KL twitches her nose. "I did," she says, somewhat grimly. "Or at least I think so. I can't remember. But it was OK before, and now its not, so I guess it's my job to replace it." A pause. "Only I have no idea how."

"Oh. That. That would be way I'm hard to find when the moon is full, I stopped hanging out around people or Garou after I ate my friend's arm and some poor bastard. I've gotten to know the mountains because of that, at least." Basil glances over at his coffee pot, then over at the door again. "Screen doors are nothing but a couple hinges, screen and some other basic stuff. The door itself is the hard part, but still easy. I could do it when the moon is a little lower-" He glances back at KL. "Or show you how to do it yourself. I'm guessing you like the 'do it yourself' option more."

KL bites her bottom lip, and then turns to face the Gnawer, uncertainty on her face. "Alesia thinks that you're not as bad as I make out," she says, bluntly. "And Kevin likes you. Obviously." She looks down at the floor. "It's possible I have let our first meeting colour my opinion of you. So, if you are willing, I would like to have another go at getting to know you." She lifts her head. "I do not have high hopes, and I do not expect that we will never...shout at each other. Are you game?"

"Sure." Basil says after a long pause, his face going a bit stony. The Gnawer turns again and pours himself a cup of coffee and doesn't bother adding any sugar nor milk. "I'm not really... Bad. I don't think so. I think I was, and I think I could have been worse. I think there are times I could've gone to the bad side, or would have without, y'know... Mom." Basil blows on his coffee and takes a sip as he walks over to the table and sits down, eying the Fury as he drinks. "But I'm not bad now, I ain't really good like you or Jamethon or Emma. I don't pretend to be. But it gets real, real old being looked down on constantly for something you did and tried to make up for a long time ago. Especially when it's a grey issue even to a Sept Alpha of a 'Pure One' tribe."

KL blinks, very slowly. "You think that I look down upon you because of the Kevin thing?" she sounds incredulous. "For fuck's sake, Basil. I'm a fucking Black Fury. It's not like we don't have something of a fucking track record in the area." There's some anger in this, but only a smidge, she's more amazed than annoyed.

"No, not just that." Basil tells her, holding up his free hand. "I'm not so stupid that I think one thing would dig a ditch that deep with everyone here. I was a pain in the ass cub that did a lot of stupid things. I wasn't a good person, not by a long shot." He stops to take another drink and looks down at the table in front of him. "I'm still not. But no matter how many times I do the right thing, or *try* to anyways, it feels like I won't be on level ground again. And I wasn't just talking to you. Every time I meet a new Garou that can see the goddamned mark on my chest they almost always make a snap decision. And that sucks."

KL takes a deep breath...and then lets it out again. "Yeah, I bet," is her eventual response. "Basil, clean sheet means clean sheet, with me. Or at least I'll be trying." A pause. "Have you met Felix?" She says the name in the way some Garou say "wyrm!".

"The first time we met he didn't say hello, really. As soon as he knew who I was he was asking me about Kevin, someone accused me of sleeping with him." Basil murmurs tightly, his fingers squeezing at the cup in his hand. "I told him to fuck himself. Shadow Lords, ain't never met one I liked. They're always pissed off or scheming."

KL shrugs. "I'm sure there's a nice one out there somewhere." She screws up her nose again, and then sits down in one of the chairs. "Anyway, I suspect I might have hurt Felix a bit." She looks guilty. "Can't quite remember. Can remember yelling at him, and then waking up in the infirmary. Hope no-one else got hurt." She pauses. "So, um... will you help me repair the door?"

"He probably had it coming. You don't poke the Ahrouns. We aren't stable. The Beast, our own issues and whatever else we have in our heads rattles around like match heads in a tennis ball 'til poof, bang, something happens. But I don't need to tell you, even if I do need to remind a lot of other people... Constantly." Basil takes another sip of coffee, then nods ato KL. "I don't see a reason why I shouldn't, but not until the moon is lower. If one of us misses a nail and hits our thumb, I don't want to ruin our new kind of sort of almost friendship."

"Oh, for sure." KL says, with a grin. "I once tried to put together flat pack furniture, with a kin. And Luna was thinner than she is now, considerably." She looks down at the floor. "I think I declared war on Sweden."

"I learned how to build things as a cub. Lots of things, mostly house things, renovating the Silver Fang house. It was... Difficult, but I got used to it, and shifting to Glabro helped heal bruises and cuts." Basil manages a thin smile, then asks KL directly. "You know the female body more than I do, that's a given. Is there any way, a Rite, a trick, or whatever to tell if a woman can have a kid or not?"

KL raises an eyebrow. "What, you mean, at all?" The Fury furrows her brow. "Not that I've ever heard of. I guess there's like medical tests and things you could do. Is it a Garou person, because we could open her up and look. Can't be that hard, humans do it."

"Medicine already said she couldn't have kids, but I guess... I guess sometimes, medicine is wrong. I hope." Basil crooks his arm up and looks to the side, bracing his head with it. "If she couldn't have kids, do you know of a way to fix it?"

"No," KL says sympathetically. "But then, really, I hit things quite hard, and occasionally I shoot them full of arrows. I'm not really in to...gynaecology." A long pause. "Adoption is an option, perhaps?"

"No... No. She wants her own kid, and I wish I could give it to her." Basil looks down into his cup of coffee and mumbles. "The one girl I've ever met I actually want to have a kid with, and would've if she hadn't popped. I wish I had some sort of way to do *something* for her. But I don't."

"Find her a nice kin boy?" KL says. "And then don't let her let him leave town without a forwarding address." She looks sad. "But no. Maybe a theurge would be a better bet. Laura would have been a good choice, but she's gone."

"I don't think I'm strong enough to do something like that." Basil replies in a low voice, bowing his head and rubbing at his temples. "Seeing her with someone else's child, or worse, someone else. God what a head trip it is realizing that you missed out on something that big. It's one of the few things that's made be seriously consider the Rite that makes the wolfy wolf go away, but I still know the difference between what's right, and what I want. And even if I did give up the wolf, I wouldn't have the power I need to protect her anymore. I know, she's a woman, she's a garou, she doesn't need protection... But , that's the kind of person I am. I guess I can't protect her, and be with her, that way anyways."

KL is sitting, talking politely to Basil. Wonders will never cease. She nods gravely. "It's difficult, I'm sure. You've got to let her go. I've had to let someone go, before, and it hurts. Really hurts." She reaches a hand up and brushes her cheek, looking distant. "But I guess that's what strength is, really. Going on."

"Letting her go would mean letting her down to me. Maybe something will happen and we'll be able to be together, who knows what could happen in the Umbra or whatever." Basil leans down and lightly bangs his head on the corner of the table, letting his forehead rest there. "At least I can be there for her in every way I can that doesn't involve jumping into bed with her. I really wish she had been a Kin."

"But she isn't," KL says, definitely. "And yeah, sure, go on doing whatever you can for her. Carry on loving her, even. But you've got to move on in some really fundamental ways. Or you're letting her down by holding her back. And you won't find someone nice." A pause, and a quirky grin. "Or blind." Her hands go up in a 'don't hit me' gesture, she's obviously teasing. Her face settles, more serious. "I know it's difficult, believe me. But happiness...we don't get long, Basil. You know that."

"I think that even being with her for the rest of our lives with no sex, just hand holding and sweet talk... That'd be enough for her. I think it might even be enough for me, sometimes." Basil takes a big gulp of his coffee and snorts. "I have a Kin now that's fairly serious with me, but he can't give me kids or anything like that. Then I know another person that says she likes me, but she also likes someone else. Then theres Kevin." Basil puts his head back down on the table with a grunt. "My love life is so utterly fucked up."

Reggie marches across the barnyard, and stops at the back steps, staring through the currently missing back door. Finally, he steps inside, his head swivelling as he looks for the remnants of the door, and slowly, he looks at the two Ahrouns seated at the table, their two heads in conversation. "Howdy", he drawls. "Someone have difficulty opening the door?"

"At least yours exists, Basil!" KL says. She turns to look at Reggie, and then looks very guilty indeed. "I think...not sure...that it might have been me. I don't really remember."

"I almost wish it didn't sometimes, but not when I'm feeling all bottled up and alone. Because good God almighty nothing makes you forget everything but now like crazy sex." Basil looks up when Reggie comes in, then glances towards the door. "Things got a little unhinged, but they're better now. We'll fix it later."

Reggie crooks his head as he catches the subject of the conversation, and hooks his thumb at the door. "Forget everything--including that?", then he whistles as he shakes his head. He moves past the table with the two forgetful Ahrouns towards the coffee maker, and starts preparing a fresh batch of cofee.

The Fury looks at Basil with mild distaste. "I don't know about that," she says, eyebrows raised. Then back to Reggie. "Well, I remember shouting at Felix, and then I remember waking up in the infirmary. Between the two events, the door got broken a bit. I'm guessing I was responsible, so I'm taking some of the responsibility of fixing it."

Basil raises an eyebrow at KL. "I can't think of much in the world I enjoy more'n laying down with someone I care about, but I'll just agree to disagree or something." Basil glances at Reggie, then at the door and back again. "I've met the guy. He probably had it coming, you'll feel the same after you meet him."

Reggie shoves the coffee filter into the machine, and fills the machine up with coffee and water. "Good", he grunts towards KL. "New roof, new door, new refrigerator, new table--", the Uktena casts an eye around the kitchen. "Hard to find anything that hasn't been destroyed and replaced." He lifts his head towards Basil. "I haven't met him. What did he get coming?"

"Anyone would think Garou lived here," KL says, with a grin. "Congratulations, by the way." She looks down at the table. "New table? My speciality is chairs. I actually have three spare ones stored at the Fury House for when I break the next one."

Basil rises up from his seat and gives KL a thumbs up. "Well, it was fun to talk to you without us trying to kill each other for a change. Tell Kev I said hi if you run into him before I do, and Alesia I was looking for her if you two meet. I'll be around to help you build the door, but we're going to need a few tools, wood, stuff. Maybe I'll even teach you to make your own chairs." Basil smiles, though there is something off, perhaps sad about his expression. "I gotta go." Basil pats Reggie on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself. If this new thing I'm tinkering with falls through, I'll probably come back to the pack." Basil waves then heads out the door, shuffling his feet just a bit.

Reggie paces to the table and presses his hand on it. "New table. I destroyed one, a while back. Then Morgan destroyed it, as well as--", he looks around, until his gaze stops on the refrigerator, "--most of this room, and the refrigerator. And now--", he turns back to the table, and counts the chairs. "I see all the chairs?", he inquires of KL. He nods at Basil with "Good hunting."

"I've not touched a chair here," KL says, oblivious to the fact that she's sitting on one. "I've written off one at the fury house, one at the old church the Gnawers used to have - but I had permission - and the door of Nicholson Hall. That last was an emergency, and from a certain perspective I was within my rights. Oh, and three archery targets, two bows, about twenty arrows. And the door here. And possibly Felix. I'm a bit worried I might have killed him. Nobody's said anything."

Reggie affects more concern over the chairs than over Felix's fate, "You had permission to destroy chairs at the church? Sounds like a tale. An emergency at the Nicholson place?" The beeping of the coffee machine draws his attention from KL, and soon he places two mugs of steaming java on the table, one pushed towards KL. "Talk."

KL accepts the coffee gratefully. "Cool. Coffee. Don't let me drink too much, though, I get hyperactive." She pauses. "Which story first? The abandoned church? It was when I first came here, four years ago or so. There was a guy called Raul...was pretty cool. And he was demonstrating...well, it was kind of odd, but he was demonstrating what it felt like to be abused. Because I'd asked him to. And I got a bit annoyed and he let me let off steam on one of the old pews. Bonegnawer territory, so it was fine." She grins. "He was nice. Yet another one I miss." A shake of the head. "The Nicholson Hall thing was more recent. Emma was behaving really strangely, and I thought it possible that she was being possessed or attacked by wyrm things. And I needed to get her out of the city, but I didn't want to bring her here or to the Fury House or onto the bawn, especially not after...you know...so I took her to the Hall, which Alex owns, and as he's Fury kinfolk and therefore from a certain screwy angle territory, so's Nicholson Hall, so I was OK to kick the door in. I did get it repaired." Apparently, it doesn't take long for coffee to work on KL.

Reggie makes several noncommittal 'hm' noises as he listens to the tales. "So you kicked in the door to get Emma in there--ah, ha! I love it", he chortles and slaps the table with his hand. "How is she doing? I haven't heard from her in a while. Not since the last moot."

The Fury looks morose, studying her coffee cup carefully. "She's gone. Left. Departed," she says. "She said goodbye to me, and then hit the road. Not sure where she's bound, or if she's ever coming back."

Reggie's grin slides off his face, and his thumping hand stills. "She left? Well--ah--how is the rest of your pack doing? That Walker, the ever-cheerful Grey, and the other Fury, Laura?", he attempts to steer into safer waters.

KL looks up. "I am my pack. They've all gone. Grey left without a word. Laura went away too." She pushes her lips together, her eyes glistening. "All on my lonesome. Vex will go soon, if I don't get new people. I was talking to Cedric about that, but I haven't seen him for a couple of weeks. I spent the last week upstairs moping about. And healing."

The craggy Uktena is momentarily wordless, before he whispers a "Damn". He shakes his head, "Was there a 'get-out-of-town' special advertised?" He's quiet for another few moments, then, "You're rebuilding your pack?", he asks with an approving nod, then slyly, he adds, "I hear this Felix doesn't have a pack".

"He's not a member of this Sept," KL replies, sweetly. "And yes, I certainly intend to rebuild HAVOC. Whether or not I'm in charge," she shrugs. "Not sure I want to be. Don't mind Cedric. I mean, he's odd, but he's a Silver Fang, and they do make good leaders."

"He's not a member", Reggie recites, as though comforting himself with that single fact, then moves on to less disturbing topics with "Yes, Lightning-rhya's a Silver Fang, and he's also a Fostern, two points for him leading--", then Reggie pauses, and a slow grin spreads over his maimed mug, "Lightning-yuf", he tries out.

"Get used to it," KL says, smiling. "You deserve it, Reggie-rhya." She drains her coffee cup. "Mean it. I guess others are making lots of noise, but really, you should have challenged ages ago."

Reggie leans towards KL, taking pleasure in listening to the new honoriific attached to his name. "Others?", his pleasure is interrupted. "I did challenge, before. Twice."

"I was told there was a fuss, at the moot," KL says. "Was that not true? And oh. Sorry. Still, I think it's well deserved." She smiles again. "Maybe some day I'll be Fostern. Got to combat the wyrm a bit more, first. So people forget... stuff." She looks concerned. "Um...if I have killed Felix, how bad do you think it'll be? I didn't intend to. I didn't even intend to speak to him."

"Ah, that", Reggie exclaims. "That was madness. The previous Master of Challenges telling everyone present to go to the Wyrm, and the Gatekeeper abandoning his post and leaving the Sept". He exhales, and shakes his head in dismay. "What must Chimera think of all that?" KL's question then breaks into his absorption in the concerns of the Sept totem, and he puzzles at her, "You might have killed him? I haven't seen any bodies lying around. He might have gone into the woods to die--but scent tracking would find him."

KL looks thoughtful, hunkering down over her now-empty coffee cup. "I've been thinking, about things, a bit. While I was in the infirmary." She speaks slowly. "And I've been thinking about the Sept. Felix said it was sick, but I think he was talking about law-breaking. And I'm not, really. Or rather, it's a symptom. There are lots of symptoms, I guess. I don't think it is sick, not really. But I think there are some problems. It sometimes seems like there are two septs here, the one that hangs around in the city and the one that hangs around out here, on the bawn, at the compound." She pauses. "What do you think?"

Reggie crooks his head, trying to puzzle out the thread of KL's sentences. "What do I think?", he repeats, buying time. "People in the city, people here, rarely do the two mix. Basil who was here just now, he stayed in the city like he was allegric to trees, but he moved here for a good while--served as Guardian, even." He nods firmly in approval. "There're a couple more folks who stay put in the city. Then there's you." He crooks his head again, in study of KL. "You've got a city pack, yet you're here."

"I like exercise," KL says. "And it's part of being a Fury. We're not really supposed to hang around in cities too much." She looks thoughtful. "And I think the ones out here think they should be in charge, because they're standing on the caern, and because they hang out in the wyld, and because, for the most part, they're of native tribes. The ones in the city think they're being looked down upon, and so act badly." She grimaces, "I don't know. In some ways, I wish Touch Deer-rhya was still alpha. I'm not slighting Vera-rhya, but Touch Deer had a...he was respected by most people, I think. Both city and caern. I just want the two sides brought together. I don't think people will like each other, but there's...we're all Garou. And we should be capable of working together."

Reggie nods approvingly at the mention of Touch Deer, and continues listening to KL's drive of words. "Two sides", he ponders. "Maybe there should be three. A Triad. Then it's harder to say 'are you with us or them?'", Reggie's hand alternatively points at himself and at KL, then flips loose. "Or maybe we need team-building exercises, where people get blindfolded and led around courses."

"Yeah, perhaps," KL says, still pondering. "Or perhaps it's up to people who can go between both sides, who are there already." She looks up, and directly at Reggie. "Perhaps if some of those people had some authority, tried to get a bit more influence, maybe they could make things a bit better?"

Reggie pushes his emptied coffee mug to the side. "Or maybe", he suggests, "We need Furies telling everyone about how we need to work together." He hooks a thumb at the missing back door, "If I get snaps of you and Basil working on that door together, we can use these as examples of teamwork."

KL laughs. "You telling me to mind my own, Reggie-rhya?" she pushes her chair back from the table. "Yeah, I'll work on that with Basil. If I want to change things, want to make a difference, have to start with myself. There are limits, but fixing the door with Basil is the first step."

Reggie raps the table with his knuckles as he rises from his chair. "It starts here", he states, then gathers up the empty mugs to take to the sink.

KL grins, looks at the door frame again, and takes a step towards it. "I should be getting home," she says. "Thanks for the coffee."

"Instead of looking for the possibly dead Felix", Reggie turns to face KL. "Ah, I have to go into the woods today. If I find a body, I'll take his head and show you and you can identify it, then you can know for sure."

"Sure," KL says. "I don't think I did kill him. I just think I'd know if I did. Somewhere, deep down." She gives a wave of her hand and steps through the "door".

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