Time/Date :It is currently 14:34 Pacific Time on Mon Jul 9 2007.

Place : Anji's Apartment

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 74 degrees Fahrenheit (23 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.08 and falling, and the relative humidity is 48 percent. The dewpoint is 53 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (36% full).

Anji's Apartment(#3907RJ)

An old and basic, but clean, apartment. The front door opens straight into the living area, at the far side of which a door leads through to a small kitchen. A side wall leads into a small passage off which may be found a bedroom, a bathroom, and a large cupboard (or if you prefer, a small storage closet). The bedroom and living room walls are covered with posters of various vintages and subjects; for instance, a gothboy holding a guitar aggressively is juxtaposed with a New York Gay Pride advert from three years ago, and alongside these two is a cute blow-up photograph of a raccoon perched atop a garbage can. Notable furniture includes a fold-out sofa-bed in the main room, as well as a large blue corduroy bean-bag strategically placed near the television and music centre, while the bedroom boasts a rather full clothes rail and a double bed whose bedspread is embroidered, seemingly by hand, with the image of a reclining striped cat.


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 hangs loose around her shoulders, the front falling to frame her face. Her hair looks like it has been cut recently, and by someone with at least a little skill. 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.


A shortish, plump woman seemingly in her early twenties, Anji Kyriacou gives the impression of somehow containing more energy within her body than its size and shape would normally hold with comfort. Perhaps it's the mass of tightly curled dark hair that runs in spring-like coils down to her shoulders that suggests tension. It's held out of her light olive-coloured, round face by a headband. Her brown eyes are bright and her cheeks frame a mouth that's just that little too close to her nose for her to be thought of as beautiful, especially when taken into conjunction with her rather stout form. She might qualify as pretty, though, at least in the eyes of some. She's generally smartly dressed in blouse, jacket and either neat female trousers or a skirt, depending on whim and weather. If encountered in working hours, she may well be wearing a namebadge on her lapel with her name and the St. Claire University logo.

It's been a while, for sure, but the thumping noise on the door of Anji's flat has a familiar ring to it. "Anji?" comes a call from outside. "Are you in?" As if the banging wasn't enough of an inquiry.

"Coming, coming!" Anji obviously recognises her caller by her lack of subtlety if not by her voice. She opens up the door. "Come in before the building falls down," she invites KL with a grin.

KL looks worried, as she steps through the door. "Is that likely? I mean, you can't trust weavercrap, but buildings are usually fairly solid." Irony. KL. "It's been way too long," she says, with a smile, once the door is closed. "How are you doing? How're you and Nike getting along? And can I have some advice?"

Anji looks at KL, and judiciously decides not to press the point. "We're okay," she says. "As much as anyone can be who barely gets to see their other half for two weeks at a time with no chance of it ever changing." She delivers this in a matter of fact way, no obvious self-pity. "And you?"

"I'm good. I got to be Wyrmfoe for the last revel and it went pretty well," the Ahroun says with enthusiasm. "Oh, and I ripped the face off a Shadow Lord, but that wasn't really on purpose. And I've been learning to fletch. You know Alesia passed her rite?" A pause. "I'm really not a Galliard, am I?" This is a bit forlorn. "But other than that, good. I miss Emma and I really miss...you know. Kovo."

Anji gives KL an understanding look. "And I miss Leslie," she says softly. "People... move on, sometimes. But I'm glad you're doing well. From what I hear of Shadow Lords you're probably hero of the sept."

KL shrugs. "It's still not good." She plops herself down on a couch, uninvited. "Um...I really do need your advice," she says, looking serious. "Um...you know about my life expectancy, right?" Matter-of-fact, one eyebrow raised enquiringly.

Anji thinks for a few seconds before answering. "As an ahroun? Um... short...ish?" She says the 'ish' as though it makes the tricky reply more palatable.

"Yes," KL says, with a nod. "I'll be lucky if I make it to twenty-five. I'm twenty now." She grimaces. "Feeling old." She leans forward, resting her chin on her hand. "And I've been thinking about children. It's sort of a duty, but the more I think about it, the more I'm keen on the idea. There's a bit of an issue, though."

Anji gives KL a momentary look as though she thinks 'a bit' is an understatement. "What's the issue?" she asks, neutrally.

"Well, there are two," KL says, brow furrowing. "One is who's to be the father. Alexander is the obvious candidate, and it's not like I don't like him." She purses her lips. "But...he's not Kovo. And if I hang about for too long, waiting for Kovo to come back or for someone else to appear, then it might be too late." She ponders for a moment. "But that's the lesser of the two issues. The big question is what happens after. I mean, Ahrouns do NOT make good mothers. It cries at the wrong time, and..." her voice trails off ominously.

"...and that's what broke your Silver Fang friend," Anji concludes. "Back home, babies tended to get shared out round kinfolk and the lower rage garou on a tribal basis... by which I mean hunter-gatherer type tribes, not the garou tribal system. But here, where everything is so different..." She shrugs.

"So, yeah, that's what I need your advice on," KL says, with a nod. She looks at Anji expectantly, as if expecting her to produce a rabbit from a hat. "How to look after a baby. Here. In nine months or so." She blinks, and then hurriedly adds, "I haven't done anything yet."

Anji takes on the look of a rabbit in headlamps. "But I don't know anything about babies!" she exclaims.

KL looks forlorn. "Oh," she says, looking down. "Don't you have lots of books and things?" "Well... yeee-e-esss..." Anji admits cautiously. "But I won't have them any more if I have to quit my job to look after a baby..."

The Ahroun blinks. "I wasn't really asking you to...look after a baby. That seems like a terribly big thing to ask." Her nose twitches. "This is all so *complicated*" This comes as a bit of a whine. "I just... it's something we're supposed to do. Maiden. Mother. Old wise person."

"You can say crone," Anji observes absent-mindedly. "It's not an insult within these walls... What /are/ you driving at, KL hon? Please don't tell me you want /me/ to have the baby?"

"No!" KL says. "I mean, unless you want to have a baby, but that's entirely your own business and nothing to do with me." She seems a little exasperated. "I just need to have a plan, to look after it. And really, Nike's utterly useless on this, Alesia more so, for different reasons. Helen? Alexander? I have no idea who to turn to. And I don't want to send it away to another sept, because I do want to have something to do with it, but it's looking like that might be the only option unless it turns out to be a boy and a Garou, in which case we'll have to give it to the Gaians, and that'll be their problem."

From the look on her face, nothing could be further from Anji's plans than having a baby. "The only garou round here I'd have thought would be much use about babies would have been Leslie," she says wistfully. "I suppose I could ask Mom. She always knows..."

"Some advice from someone who knows would be really good," KL says, resignedly. "I'm lost, totally." She looks thoroughly miserable. "I wish I'd never thought of the idea. But once I had..."

"Those damn biological clocks, eh," Anji says. "I don't know how they're set for garou, but I can take a guess... I'll call Mom tonight, and see what she thinks."

"Thanks," KL says, looking marginally more hopeful. "OK, onto other matters. Is there anything you need? Anything odd happening? Strange creatures attacking students? Odd things slithering in the night?"

Anji shakes her head. "Thankfully things have been as quiet as a mouse at SCCU lately. At least as far as supernatural stuff goes. I shan't bore you with the staff-student committee uproars, or the swimming team scandals, or the mystery of who tied the Dean's frilly underwear to the clock tower..."

"Oh," KL says. "No chance it was a multi-tentacled monster of evil? I could do with more things to hit." She grins. "Hmm. OK. Well, if you hear anything. I'm managing to keep the Fury house phone connected, even with the drain on my meager resources."

"You know you can always call on me if you're running short on dough," Anji points out, "or groceries or whatever..."

"Usually it's furniture. Or fixtures and fittings," KL says wryly. "But we're doing OK for the moment. It's a while since I've had to go stealing milk from the farmhouse." She shrugs. "But it is good to see you again. I don't know." She looks up. "Do I scare you?"

Again Anji hesitates before answering. "Sometimes," she confesses. "But I don't let the fear rule me. I can choose whether to allow emotions to take charge of me. And I choose not to." She smiles sweetly and nonchalantly at KL.

KL smiles, somewhat ruefully. "I scare me, too, sometimes." She shrugs. "Still, it's a life. And rather fun, most of the time."

"It sure beats being the wrong side of the veil, huh?" Anji jests. "Imagine /not knowing/ all that stuff going on, the battles and struggles... How do these normal people fill their lives up, huh?" She shrugs. "Anyway, now you're here, fancy doing anything? Going into town, out for a drive, food or whatever?"

The Ahroun considers. "Yeah, that would be cool. Luna is slim. Hmm. Fancy going shopping? It's something I find difficult by myself. The Walkers do this bizarre things with computers, but that's really not me. We can grab a bite when we're out." A pause. "A bite of food, obviously. Not...any other sort of bite."

Anji nods in cheerful assent. "What kind of shopping? Wal-Mart? Department store? Find a mall? Or shall we just wander the city streets and terrorise men?" She giggles.

KL glares at the kin, though humorously. "Department store would be cool. Or a mall. Or something. I've run out of...um...non-outer clothing." She looks a bit embarrassed. "Rather more holes than is customary. And grey. And..." She goes bright red. "Some things don't fit any more."

"One girly shopping trip, coming right up." Anji picks up her keys and twirls them round her finger. "Let's go ride the Goddessmobile into town."

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