Time/Date :It is currently 10:42 Pacific Time on Sun Jul 15 2007.

Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 66 degrees Fahrenheit (18 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the west at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.03 and rising, and the relative humidity is 72 percent. The dewpoint is 57 degrees Fahrenheit (13 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (3% 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.

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 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.

Looking at Nike:

Looking like she just stepped from the gym, Stratonike befits her Fury tribe. Her hair is short, not styled at all and growing out from what looks to be a bleach job. Her body is toned and slim and she's always ready for battle. She isn't on that people would call attractive and her demeanor doesn't lend any more to how people would see her. When she smiles her teeth tend to show off a slightly twisted canine tooth which gives her a bit of fang look to her smile. She's tall, around 5' 10", and her form follows her function as an Ahroun. She wears a long sleeve t-shirt in a deep olive color that hangs out over a pair of loose fitting, well worn jeans with threadbare holes in the knees. A warm v-neck sweater in black covers the shirt and helps with keeping her warm. A pair of beat and battered Doc Martens make sure her feet are protected.

Looking at Melodie:

Shockingly bright pink hair reaches down to the shoulders of this girl in her early teens. Multiple piercings adorn each of her ears in an asymmetrical pattern, and a cheap stud sits on her nose.
She's wearing a blue T-Shirt with a picture of a comely girl in Roller Skates lounging on the phrase 'Sockit Wenches'. Around that she wears a drab olive army jacket with numerous counterculture patches, and a prominent 'MEL' written in permanent marker across the back. Her jeans are in terrible repair, with holes in several fashionable places and quite a few unfashionable and even mildly embarassing ones as well, with stains interlaced with intentional graffiti in various colored pens. Her sneakers are in surprisingly good repair compared to the rest of her outfit.
Her coloration is hispanic, although her facial features also have a distinctly Greek influence as well. She tries very hard to seem older than she is, but is far too short and slight of build easily convince most people of even her actual age, let alone the nineteen she so desperately wants to look, and only the obvious signs of puberty keep her from being considered an elementary school child gone bad.
She's holding her right arm very gingerly. The sharp of eyes, or nose, can detect several patches of dried blood on her clothing.

"St. Claire, Washington." Nike says as she moves to a chair and sits down. Her bow and the bag go to one side. The book is lifted into her hands and opened. "What is your birthday and year?" As nike flips through the pages.

Melodie answers cheerily, "Next week! July 25th, 1993. I'm a Leo, just barely." She makes a little lion-paw gesture with her good arm, rarr.

The sound of a key in the lock of the front door, and then it thumps open with the sort of violence that would more usually be associated with a battering ram. KL enters, carrying a few carrier bags with clothing store names on them. She sees Nike, and gives a cheery "Heya!", then her eyes fall on Melodie. "Um...hi?" she says, raising an eyebrow. The door remains open behind her, cool air flowing into the heart of the Fury House.

Melodie looks at the newcomer, and tilts her head towards Nike questioningly, waiting for an introduction.

Nike moves her finger through the book, "A Philodox. The Judge." Nike closes the book. "What you do with the garou is determined by the moon. There are five auspices. The Ragabash, the Theurge, the Philodox, the Galliard, and the Ahroun. All based on the phases of the moon. The ragabash is the new moon, the scout and the trickster. They tend to have less of the rage building within them and more able to be with humans." Nike's eyes go to KL. "New cub. We have two now." Then to Melodie, "This is Kathryn-Laura. She is one of you sisters now. An Ahroun, like me. But she breaks chairs in her anger." The last bit meant to be a joke between the two.

Melodie grins at the sound of that. "A judge? Cool, that's way more interesting than a lion." She then turns to Kathryn-Laura. "Hi, I'm Mel Rodriguez, Black Fury cub, Judge in training, nice to meet'cha."

KL gives a grin. "Call me KL," she says, dumping the bags on the floor and slamming the door closed. "Or, more formally, I am KL Cole, ~Escapes-from-Money~ Cliath Ahroun of the Black Furies, packed under Wolverine as part of HAVOC." She throws herself onto a seat. "Hi Mel. Cool. How's it going? Have you been doing the "what, me? No way? You're kidding?" thing?"

Melodie looks quizzical at the Garou speech. "Whoa, that was freaky, that thing you did with your voice there." She nods in agreement at the general sentiment, though. "Yeah, it's pretty fucking weird, but I guess, you know, it is what it is. I do kinda worry about my Mama and my little brothers, though."

"It is the Garou speak. You will learn it." Nike drops the book on the floor and picks up the bow. She unstrings it and begins to rub a cloth over it. "Your mother and little brothers... Did either of your parents ever disappear for long periods of time?"

The shorter of the two Fury Ahrouns settles down into her seat a little more, and smiles at Mel - obviously intended to be reassuring, but it comes across as a little wolfish and aggressive. She looks at Nike. "By the way, Nike, what's your favourite colour that isn't black or yellow?"

Melodie nods. "You could say that. I never met my real dad. He was this , um, that means kinda a white playboy type. Got my Mom knocked up when she was a teenager, and then took off. Mama says that's why you should never trust boys who aren't Latino, they just want you for one thing. But I'm only half-Latino, so I never really knew how that works for me, you know?" She shrugs. "I still like him better than my stepdad."

Nike nods her head and opens a tin of some orange smelling goo. "He may have been the garou." She looks to KL. "Tell the rest of the auspices, we just did Ragabash."

"OK, next up, Theurges. Theurges are in touch with the spirit world more than most other Garou," KL explains. "They conduct our rites, and in general they can heal and so forth." She pauses, glances at Nike. "I really do want to know what your favourite colour is, there's a reason." She returns her attention to Mel. "Trying to explain what spirits are is a bit tricky, but basically, um... there's a world you can't normally see, that sort of mirrors our own. And it's filled with spirits. Some of them are willing to work with us, some of them can be persuaded. Theurges are the ones who deal with them, and with mystic lore of all sorts."

Melodie takes this in. "Well, I was raised Catholic, so I know what rites and rituals are, I guess. And we had the Holy Ghost, that's like a spirit, kinda. Except it never made any sense. Is there really no Jesus?" She seems curious, not quite sure what she hopes the answer is.

Nike looks up from her bow. "Cobalt blue." She says and goes back to her polishing of her bow, a meditation of sorts. "Once you see what I have seen, it is hard to believe in a Christ mythology."

KL shrugs. "I don't know the answer, Mel. Maybe, maybe not. I *know* that spirits exist, because I've seen them. We can go to that other world, when Luna is full and we're in the right sort of place." She smiles. "Though sometimes it's hard to tell one spirit from another." A nonchalant lean back in her chair. "Cobalt blue? Cool. I've got a present for you upstairs, then." She takes a deep breath. "Next, Philodoxes. There are some laws, some rules, that we call the Litany. They've been handed down forever. Philodoxes make sure we stick to them. Also, they resolve disputes. As...a group, we're quite fractious, and we argue a lot. Philodoxes keep it from getting out of hand, arbitrate and adjudicate. It's a really important job, though not always an easy one."

Nike blinks somewhat and looks at KL. "A present?" The surprise is evident on the Alpha's face. "She is a Philodox." Nike points to Melodie.

Melodie follows along carefully with this one. "Philodox, and that's me. That sounds Latin, kinda. Love of... and dox, that's like we're the Orthodox church, so love of rules or something. Hey, that works!" She seems surprised that it makes any sense.

"Yeah..." KL looks confused at this, and gives the sort of nod that implies she hasn't really understood. "Back in a sec." She bounces to her feet and disappears upstairs, returning moments later with a quiver full of arrows. They have blue - perhaps not cobalt blue, but not far off - and black fletchings. She sets the quiver down next to Nike. "I've been learning to fletch," she explains. "Alesia's are yellow, mine are red. There's a couple of sorts of arrow head on them, and I've stitched them slightly differently to enable you to tell which is which by touch." She sits down. "Alesia has some deer-bone arrow heads, so there'll be more to come." Her attention refocusses on Mel. "OK, um... so learning the litany is going to be a high priority."

Nike nods to KL. "We did the first three laws last night." Nike says as she goes back into what she does with her bow. "Just keep going. I'm going to do this. I must do this... You know why." And Nike's eyes close and she begins her rite.

Melodie watches the bow and arrow stuff with some interest, something completely out of her experience. "Um, the Litany, yeah, we went over that a little already. Do what you're told, fight the bad guy, don't be a fucking asshole, mostly.

Nike does reach down after a couple moments to touch the arrows that KL gave her. She runs her fingers over them and smiles mostly to herself. She's pleased by them and she nods in approval. "Nice work. Very nice." And she goes back to her bow.

KL laughs. "Yeah, that's about it, though you're going to have to know it a bit more than that. I mean, there are numerous ways to be an asshole." Her brow creases. "Right, next auspice. Galliards. We have a lot of history, and it's important to remember it. And to tell it in an entertaining way. That's the Galliard's job. Also, we're not the greatest communicators in the world. Spreading news and information, making sure everyone knows what's going on, whether they're the sort of Garou who lives in the woods, or the sort that lives in a high rise block. Galliards carry the news. They're born on the three-quarter full moon. Philodoxes on the half, theurges on the quarter."

Melodie nods. "Cool. And the last one has gotta be Full Moon, and that's that Rune one that everyone else seems to be."

"Ahroun," KL corrects, pronouncing it with exaggerated care. "Yes, indeed. At the moment, in our tribe, we have two Ahrouns, a Ragabash and a Theurge. And now a Philodox." She points at Mel. "Ahrouns are the warriors, the frontline fighters. First into battle. First to fall gloriously. The sharp end." Obvious pride in this. "Hmm... has someone spoken to you about anger, about the fury within you?"

Melodie shakes her head. "Not really. I mean, a little, I definitely know about it, you know, the hard way. I thought I was possessed by a demon, really, it felt so bad." She seems a little embarrassed to admit this.

KL nods slowly. "It's what provides us with the spirit to fight, with power and with rage. However, it does have drawbacks." She pauses. "And the fuller Luna was when you were born, the stronger it is. And... um... as Luna gets fuller, she fills us with more anger." A shrug. "So, at a full moon, we get very very snappy. And one wrong word to an Ahroun at that time, and you're looking for a new face." She grins, tightly. "You have to learn to control it, to use it. And even then, occasionally it gets away from you."

Melodie sighs, "Yeah. I was kinda turning into a crazy bitch, you know, before I finished becoming a werewolf. Does everyone do that? They wanted to lock me up and everything." She shudders a little, the memories very unpleasant.

Nike perks up, a little behind, "The other cub is a full moon as well." She finishes her bow for now. "I am going to retire upstairs for a time. For now, no kin in the house. Yes?"

"Most do," KL says, waggling a hand. "Some Ragabash have very easy times of it, because they have very little of Gaia's fire within them." She pauses. "Oh, yeah, one thing. Everyone fights. Everyone. Not just the Ahrouns." She nods at Nike. "For sure. I'll make sure Alex knows, and you'll presumably tell Anji?"

Nike nods to KL. "Be well. The other cub is named Jo." And Nike makes her way up the stairs.

Melodie gets a cocky little wolf grin. "Yeah, I can fight. I may be small, but I'm mean, when I get mad."

This gets a massive grin from the Ahroun. "I'll bet. Yeah, one of the things we'll have to do is teach you to fight, in all your forms." She cocks her head on one side. "Have you changed forms, yet? If not, learning to do that is probably very early on the list of things to do. OK... um... any questions? I'll do my best to answer, though I'm a bit of a simple soul. I hit things. Hard."

Melodie nods a little. "Yeah, I did it once, but I can't figure out how to do it again. And I gotta, because I got a broken arm and shit, and they say it'll heal faster if I can change again. I bet I could do it if I wanna, but I'm not sure if I wouldn't, you know, go all nuts again."

KL grimaces. "OK, let's have a look at your arm?" She peers. "Oh...dear." A shrug. "Yeah, if you can shift, that would be only a few minutes before it healed." She ponders. "I think we should try that. Because if it heals like that, we're going to have to rebreak it and that's probably not a great idea. How attached to your clothes are you?"

Melodie gets a glint in her eye. "Well, they do come off, I'm not attached at all. But really, I don't have anything else to wear, and all the stuff in the closets are too big for me. Um, not that I was disrespecting the territory or nothin'." She acts like she's not sure that technically that's true.

"Right," KL says. "OK, then, strip. Unless you want to bust out of them and leave them in shreds on the floor." She grins. "There is a way of making them sort of stick to you, and disappear and come back when you need them, but I don't know it. So, strip."

Melodie doesn't seem exceptionally self-conscious, and strips down. She's not naturally pink-haired, it turns out. She can't really help holding an arm across her chest, though, covering up the naughty bits. "Okay. Now what, think unhappy thoughts?"

"Pretty much," KL says, sitting back on her seat. There's a kind of twitchy alertness about her. "What you have to do is concentrate on getting bigger, your body sort of swelling. Then think about something that makes you a bit angry, feel the anger rise and try and funnel it into making you bigger." She grins. "If you worry about going a bit mad, don't. I can drop you to the floor and stomp on your head before you could even think about breaking anything."

Melodie takes a deep breath. "Okay, here goes." She closes her eyes, and sits there for a while, face twisted in concentration. After a few minutes, she seems to be getting somewhere in whatever internal place she's going, as tears start leaking out of the corner of her eyes. Quickly this turns into outright sobbing, and she mumbles to herself, "No, I gotta get angry this time, dammit." She starts breathing really heavily, between sobs, working herself up into a veritable tizzy.

"Whatever it is, I'm willing to bet it's some fucking bastard's fault," KL says, with a little bit of venom. "Focus on the anger. Just get it high enough that you can use it." She leans forward, looking encouraging.

Melodie is not in her happy place. She looks around angrily, looking for something to hurt. The only real target is KL, of course, and she lunges towards her tribesmate, still clumsy in this form. Her arm, however, does seem to be realigning itself.

KL gives a momentary sigh, then shifts up into Crinos in a flash, folding her claws in on her palm and swatting Mel across the muzzle, a stop-punch intended...hopefully...to snap the cub out of it. Because that always works.

Melodie is knocked back. She's fortunately not in true Frenzy mode, just really upset. She hits the ground hard, and doesn't instantly pop up, as she turns her brain back on. She glares up at KL, panting, claws shredding the carpet with nervous energy. She does the best puppy dog eyes she can in Crinos.

The Ahroun peers down at the cub, cocking her head on one side, waiting warily. She gives a little growl, and then says, in human speech - weirdly distorted. "Calm down. Stay cool." She slowly drops into a crouch, studying the cub.

Melodie pounds on the ground in frustration, trying to shake it off. Fortunately, with no moon in the sky, it's possible to resist nature. Her breathing slows down, and she whimpers a little, before returning to herself, tears running down her cheeks.

KL drops down into homid herself, dropping from a crouch onto her knees by the side of the cub. Her arms reach around, somewhat inexpertly offering a hug. The expression of concern is genuine enough, though, her eyes wide with worry. "Whatever it is, we can deal," she says, soothingly. "And you did brilliantly."

Melodie accepts the hug, needing to cry it out a little. "I don't wanna do that no more." Her arm, however, is much better.

"Do...what?" KL asks, hugging the cub tightly. "If you mean shifting, next time it'll be much easier. You don't have to go deep into your past to get there. It becomes like... walking. Hard the first few times, but it gets easier." A pause. "Or is there something else?"

Melodie shakes. "Better get easier. I don't like being a crybaby." She sniffs, having gotten snot all over KL's chest.

"Nobody does," KL says, in a sweeping generalisation. "But yeah, it gets a lot lot easier. There will always be places you go to, to get the fuel to do what you need to do, but not every day. Not every month." She shrugs, still holding the cub. "And... if you were ever feeling powerless, now you have power. We make a difference in the world."

Melodie starts to shift from wounded kid to embarassed teenager as she gets her emotions more in check. "Um, I should get dressed. Hey! My arm!" She flexes her fingers, looking at it in bewilderment. "Damn! It's fixed itself!" She grins a little, eyes still all red and puffy. "See, I keep saying it's not all bad." She goes over to her clothes pile, and gets dressed again in her rather dirty outfit.

"Yep," KL says. "Anything but really really nasty damage. Like the sort we can do with our claws and teeth. All normal sorts of damage. Bruises, broken bones, gunshot wounds. Takes just seconds to heal. But you've got to do it in one of the other four forms, not homid - human form." She grins at the cub's embarrassment. "You hungry?"

Melodie pipes up, "Yeah! All I had was some salad that was in the fridge for breakfast, but I'm a carnivore now, huh?" She grins. "Fajitas were always my favorite anyway." She says her Spanish words with a native Spanglish accent.

KL's brow furrows. "I'm not sure I can manage fajitas," she does *not* pronounce this with any kind of authority. "But I can do steak and fries. Or pasta, if you prefer that. I'm not the greatest cook in the world, but I pass."

Melodie decisively says, "Steak please!"

The Ahroun heads to the kitchen, scooping up one of the plastic bags. "Steak and fries, coming right up." She hums happily to herself as she goes.


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