Time/Date :It is currently 8:08 Pacific Time on Fri Dec 14 2007.

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

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.26 and falling, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (32% 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.

Basil

Somewhat more noticeable than the average teenager, he still wouldn't stand out much in a punk crowd. A deeply tanned white teenager, Basil stands at nearly six feet tall now ( or close to it ). The boy's hair has grown out to his shoulders, groomed but wild and dyed an electric red. His facial features have started to grow out and become more masculine, and if not for the three jagged scars over his right eye he might be called handsome. Above his blue eyes, his eyebrows have been dyed a slightly darker shade of red. Covering his neck is a thick studded leather collar with grease or something smeared on the metal to make it shine less. His once plain leather jacket has been added to. On one shoulder there is a rat, and on his back is the laughing head of an antromorphic coyote giving the viewer the finger with a banner beneath it that reads 'Fuck You'. Beneath it is a black t-shirt, tucked into a pair of tight fitting leather pants. A belt holds them up with a buckle which reads something, but it's hard to say what from anything but a few feet away. He also wears a pair of black engineer boots and heavy leather gloves of some kind ( typically ones that cover his forearms ) at nearly all times.

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 doesn't know - with a cold fury, as if trying to decide exactly which way to kill them.
KL has pale skin decorated in two places - on her left upper arm is a largish tattoo of something that looks a little like a bear, with its jaws spread wide and slaver falling in droplets. It has the words "No Mercy" written with gusto beneath it. On her right shoulder-blade, if visible, is a second tattoo, two-inch-square, 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.
Around her neck hangs a pendant, an oval disk made of some kind of bone. It looks like it's been decorated with carved designs, which are somewhat hard to make out on casual inspection. The pendant is hung on a leather thong.

Morning, Fury House. Light drizzle falls over central Washington State with the kind of attitude that suggests it's set in for the day. Inside the Greek House, KL is cleaning. She has a mop and a bucket and she's busy mopping the living room floor, humming tunelessly to herself.

A motorcycle pulls up out front and soon, there is a steady knocking at the door. Someone's eager, today.

KL opens the door a crack, peering through. "Who is it?" she asks, as she does. It's a sort of "who goes there" level challenge, though she does grip the mop more firmly.

"Who do you think, Toots-Rhya." Basil responds with a wide grin, clearly chiding the Fury as he usually does with a broad smile. For a change he's shirtless under his leather jacket, and he's holding what seems to be some kind of sword in his left hand.

"Basil!" KL greets him. "Hold on a moment." She closes the door, and then a few seconds later, it swings wide open, to reveal KL standing there, slightly side on, the mop-bucket held in both hands. She swings it violently forward, intending to dowse the Gnawer with the contents.

Shwosh! Basil doesn't dodge the bucket's contents, letting them wash across him though he holds his sword out to avoid it getting wet. "This is a change, y'know." He tells her with a grin, wiping some of the dirty water away from his eyes. "Usually I'm the one that makes a woman wet, not the other way around. How have you been, KL?"

"Toots!" KL exclaims. "Toots! Pretty good? You coming in?" I've got a towel around here somewhere." She steps back, leaving the door open. "Do close the door behind you, though. It's good to know there's a few inches of wood between me and the Dancers if they come calling."

"Well as long as I'm with you you'll have more than a few inches of wood between you and them." Basil shrugs off his jacket as he comes in, switching the sword from hand to hand as is needed to get it off. "You know the damnedest thing happened. I went out and I climbed up a mountain, KL, looking for knowledge and wisdom and all that jazz."

"Good for you," The Fury Ahroun says, putting the mop in the bucket and leaning it up against the wall. "Some time in the wilderness must be good, even for disreputable Bone-Gnawers." She heads into the kitchen and returns bearing a towel a few moments later, which she chucks to Basil and then pulls up a seat. "How'd it go?" she asks. "I see you managed to take your shirt off."

"I talked with Rat and Wolf in a dream, or in the Umbra, or something." Basil grabs the towel and dries himself off, wrapping it around his neck after he's given himself a few quick swipes with the cloth.

KL looks impressed. "Wow. And yeah, I guess it's sometimes difficult to tell the difference. What did they say, if you can tell me?" She leans forward on the chair, looking at Basil with interest.

"Wolf said that I shouldn't focus so much on the bad side of killing, but that what I am trying to do is right and good. He told me that I should keep 'climbing the mountain' of my own doing, the Charach thing, and that Kevin is one of the people I should try to heal. Also, I'm stupid for trying to climb a snowy mountain in Homid when I can shift." Basil lifts his hands up then shrugs, walking over to KL. "In the dream, Wolf scratched my shoulder with some like, spirit claws." He lifts his left shoulder up to show her, tracing his fingers over 5 thin but definitely real claw marks raking their way across his shoulder.

"Cool," The Fury Ahroun says, looking even more impressed. She purses her lips. "That seems like good advice, to me. I mean, not that I'd not expect it to. We make amends for our past mistakes, as best we can, and we do what we have to do. Not hating ourselves for doing it, but nor taking so much joy in it that we lose sight of the downside." She raises an eyebrow. "Or have I got it totally wrong?"

"He also told me I should think about being with Kevin, as long as I don't screw him. So. Put that in your Litany and smoke it." Basil puts his hand on his chin and rubs at it, huffing enough to make his hair flutter above his face. "But you're right. That's more or less what they said. I still want to form a city pack under Bear or Pegasus or Unicorn or something though."

KL shrugs. "You know I don't think that you broke the litany," she says, casually. A hand goes up and brushes her hair back behind her ear. "But, you know, tribal bias and all that." A pause. "Oh! You seen my new tattoo?" She pushes her left arm forwards, displaying the rampant wolverine to Basil.

"I know. And I know a lot of Garou thought that way, but not all of them had the courage to say that when I was at trial. Where was Touch Deer, the Sept Alpha that taught me that he didn't think it'd be against the Litany as long as I 'didn't get caught'? Or a whole bunch of others? Nowhere. They hid in shame, afraid that others would know their true feelings!" Basil lifts his hands up towards the ceiling, sword in hand. "Cowards." Is all he remarks, dropping the subject. He leans over to take a look at KL's tattoo, tilting his head to one side. "Looks a lot like you when you're pissed."

"I'll take that as a compliment," KL says, with a grin. "Don't feel bitter about it. Not because it was or wasn't right, but because you can't let it infect your life." She pauses. "I went into a really big funk after I got Jackaled. Huge. I thought it was unfair. But then I realised that I was punishing myself again. That being bitter and brooding on it was hurting me. Bad shit happens. We do lots of it to ourselves. But we should forgive both other Garou and ourselves. And concentrate on the bad guys. And on living." She leans back in her seat, puts her hands behind her head and smiles a slightly secretive smile, momentarily elsewhere.

"I won't forgive the Philodox that did this to me and Kevin for an act out of love. How can you preach of Gaia and her love, and punish something like this so harshly? The irony is in how lightly Lefty got off, but, I'm glad she did." Basil turns his sword inward then tucks it into a sheath he was holding in the same hand, holding it by the sheath just beneath the hilt after it's in. "I've just got a lot in my life that pisses me off and I've got nothing to do with it yet. Got to form the pack. Got to learn some Rites. Nike might endorse me learning Soothe the Scars, if I live up to what she expects."

"Cool sword, by the way," KL says, not pressing the 'forgiveness' point any further. "Is it new? And who made it? I really want someone to make me...something." She peers down at it, still with her arms behind her head. "Good long sword."

"Laora, the crazy Fianna." Basil tells her, tapping the falchion on it's handle. "Melodie is thinking of joining me in my pack, maybe. What do you think of this?"

"Oh," KL said. "That would be the fianna that I called "a fucking wyrm-infested fucking excuse for a Garou" wouldn't it? Damn. OK, maybe someone else then. Think of what?" she asks.

"That'd be her." Basil shrugs his shoulders, absentmindedly scratching at his new scars. "Think of Melodie joining my pack."

KL shrugs. "Her business. Who else? Don't have a problem with her packing with you. Not my decision, anyway. I'm not the Fury Elder yet." Another twitch at a smile.

"You know of anyone in your Tribe, right here and around that knows Soothe the Scars?" Basil asks somewhat bluntly.

"No," KL replies, equally bluntly. "Leslie did, but she's long gone. Go to another Sept." She blinks. "To learn it. Then come back." Her arms come down and hook under her knees.

"I intend to learn it someday, Fury Rite or not. There are more people in this world that must know this Rite. Now, we have no one that knows it, and people that sorely need it." Basil shakes his head. "It won't be easy, but I will do it."

The Fury Ahroun blinks. "If I was to give you something to take to some Furies at a sept, in about a year, you could ask them then. And the fact that I'd sent you would be, like, a bona fide." She puts her head on one side. "And it would save me the stress of...you know...going myself. If you haven't learnt it by then, of course."

"What would you be giving me that would impress them that much?" Basil asks, arching his brow at the woman. "That takes about a year? I hope to learn it sooner than that. Many suffer and few have the tools to help. It is a shame, a damn shame."

"My baby," KL says, simply, looking directly at Basil. "Don't tell anyone. I'm not, you know, pregnant yet. But I intend to be, by spring next year." She shakes her head. "And I don't trust anyone here to look after one. Especially not me."

Basil looks somewhat surprised for a boy that has seen everything, his brows arching high on his skull ( though the injured one can't do so high ). "You're having a kid? Why? Who's going to be the father? When the hell'd you decide this?"

"Because I want to, not 100% certain, but I have a good candidate, and a few months ago," KL says. "Basil, what's the Ahroun life expectancy?"

"I didn't think you were the type. I've had kids and they're... Nice, but they're such a liability and a worry." Basil runs his hand through his hair. "And I know that when you're pregnant, you won't be able to fight towards the end without losing the child. If you're attacked it'll be shift and fight, losing the baby, or don't and accept whatever happens. I'm not jealous of you in that."

"Yeah, I know," The prospective mother says, "But, sort of a duty. You have kids?" She looks interested. "I didn't know that. I just don't think...you know...any of the likely fathers will want to look after it, and I *can't*."

"Fathers? You're debating a couple guys? Who? And why them?" Basil asks, walking over towards the couch. "Duty. I notice that the ones that speak loudest of duty and having kids often don't have them themselves, or know what it's like. And yes, my kids are all Kin. I had a litter with a Lupus Kin."

"Oh!" KL says. "I want to, too. It's not just duty. I suspect it's mostly hormones and stuff, but fuck it, it's my body. If I want to get a tattoo, I'll get a tattoo. If I want to have a baby, I'll have one. And yes, there are two candidates." She grins, a glint in her eye. "However, one of them has got... well, about half a foot in the door."

"Who are they? Fury Kin, I guess? If I were you I'd just get it done in Lupus, if you could. It'd take shorter, and you'd have many more chances at having a Garou." Basil taps his sheathed sword on the floor, sitting down on the couch with his attention on KL. "Oh? Why? Does he make you a little weak in the knees?"

"Yes, both of them," The Ahroun replies, unable to keep the grin off her face. "Nobody makes me weak at the knees. But yeah, one of them's nice. Actually the other is too, but though he's got better blood...no spark."

"Wear a skirt for one of them sometimes. If that doesn't put a spark in'm nothing will. Anyways, the only Kin I've seen are Alex and Dre. Both are kind of cute, but from what I hear of Alex... " Basil waves his hand a little, leaning back in the couch as he scratches at his bare chest. "If I can talk to you... I got this Kin girl I know, but it's kinda complicated. We sort of like each other, but she does crazy things that put her at risk and it makes me want to tear my fucking hair out."

A rather sleepy and unkept Nike makes her way down the stairs. She stops about two steps from the bottom and stares at Basil. "What are you doing here?" She asks, brow raised as she completes the stairs and walks into the room. She's clearly in her more comfy clothes, a t-shirt and a pair of lounge pants. "And what do you hear of Alex?" She raises a brow.

KL looks up, raises a warning eyebrow at Basil, then turns. "Morning, Nike," she says. "Basil's just getting dry after a terrible accident with a bucket of dirty water." She shrugs. "And I haven't seen Alex since I got back."

"Nothing, that's the problem for me. For Kin, nothing gets me going more than a Kin that isn't afraid to tell me to my face when I'm being an asshole. Turns me on when they stand up to me." Basil chimes in with honesty, waving to Nike with a smile. "I came to look for Melodie, but I found a KL instead. I was just telling her how I went into the mountains, climbed to the top'n talked to an avatar of Rat and Wolf."

Nike lifts her head and peers down at Basil as she looks him over seriously. " And you just flaunt those marks on your chest for the whole world to see? What do you tell people when they ask 'How did that happen?'" She says, a little skeptical. She raises a brow, "And what of Alex?"

"He had his jacket on before," KL replies, looking at Nike. She's sitting on a chair, opposite Basil. A mop and bucket is leant against the wall behind her, though the bucket seems curiously devoid of water.

"Usually the only normal people that see my mark are otherwise occupied by the time they get a good look at it. It's not much harder to explain than my wrecked out face." Basil smiles, lifting his free hand up to touch his shoulder. "Wolf gave me these marks, an avatar of Wolf in a sign of affection marked me. How could I *not* show these off? C'mon, you'd be stoked too if you had a chat with your spiritual father or whatever you call it."

Melodie appears at the top of the stairs, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She hasn't dressed yet, still wearing a pair of flannel pajamas, her hair very mussed. She's got a bandage over her right ankle. "Mmm, morning."

"I wasn't speaking of garou." Nike growls out. "And good for you on speaking with your 'spiritual father'." She places her hands across her chest. "I will ask once more, "What of Alex?!"

KL is watching Nike quite closely, her brow furrowed in mild confusion. As Mel enters, she grins, though there's a hint of embarrassment about it. "Morning Mel," she says, quietly.

"I wasn't talking about Garou either. Most of the people that see it was 'busy'. Or they don't ask. Most people think I'm some kind of thug or a crazy guy that's into tattoos and stuff." Basil glances over at KL then grins at Mel along with her, before he turns his attention back to Nike. "We were just talkin' about Kin and how attractive they were and stuff."

Melodie comes downstairs, and smiles. "Hey, Basil, back from your spirit quest? Cute kin, huh?" She looks at KL and smirks, looking smug.

Just as the mention of attractive kin comes up, so too does Zeke step in through the front door. He pauses at seeing a house full of people and turns his gaze between the bare chested Basil and the growling Nike.

Nike just wrinkles her nose and heads into the kitchen. She bangs some things about as she looks for some type of breakfast food.

"What are you looking so smug about?" KL demands of Melodie, not overly-seriously. "Hey?" She can't quite stop her lips twisting into a slightly embarrassed grin.

Basil looks at Melodie, then back at KL again and says in a half whisper. "You got laid, didn't you?" Turning his attention back to Mel with a big grin he says. "Yeah, I was actually just going to ask KL for advice on what I should do with a Kin I'm kind of seeing." He looks over at Zeke and waves, all smiles. "And about what happened in the mountains. Talked to Rat. Talked to Wolf. Wolf marked my shoulder."

Melodie's eyes dance at KL, clearly delighted by the idea. Turning back to Basil, "Huh, kin are good! Is it a girl this time?" Her tone implies that she'd prefer that. "Sounds like fun, are you still thinking you're on the path to be a healer? Oh, oh, and I got a tattoo!" She looks down at her ankle, which must by why tehre's a bandage there.

Zeke blinks at the conversation being thrown about. His eyes land on KL briefly, then he finds his gaze on the floor, a somewhat sour and forced detachment to the topics being brought up. He turns toward the kitchen as if to busy himself there, then stops as the banging commences. Trapped much?

KL wheels to face the Gnawer Ahroun, eyes suddenly hard, her arms snapping across her chest. "What fucking business of yours, is it?" she demands, taking a couple of steps towards him. This...isn't the playful banter with Melodie or from earlier. "Fucking big-mouthed asshole. Get the fuck out of here."

From the kitchen, Nike just simple gives a wry chuckle and is suddenly in a much better mood.

"You were kind of dropping hints, KL... " Basil lifts one of his hands palm out towards her, seemingly surprised and sounding as much by her response. "It's not like I said like... Hm. What was that thing we were talking about before?" Basil's about as subtle as a brick. "I must have forgotten whatever it was. But if you'd like to forgive me and help me with my personal life, I'd appreciate your words in. I ain't nearly smart enough to figure out women, just a Gnawer boy after all."

Melodie nods, trying to deflate the tension a little. "Yeah, geez, Basil, girls don't kiss and tell. If you're really gonna dedicate your life towards healing people, you need more empathy than that! Or she'll just slug you in the face next time, huh? Instead you say something like, Hey, KL, that's awesome, you deserve to be happy! What a lucky kin!"

Zeke winces a bit at the sudden mood shift, eyes first landing on KL, then on Basil and his recovery. Still, the metis offers not a peep on any of this, and he sets himself to staring at the statue of Artemis on the mantle.

If anything, Basil's pacification efforts - if that's what they're intended as, only serve to further enrage the diminutive Fury Ahroun, who stalks closer to him, murder in her eyes. "I said, get the fuck out you fucking miserable fucking traitorous fucking shithole." Beat. "Now!".

Nike makes her way to the doorway and looks to Basil. "Nice work." She says, and pops the top on a soda can.

Basil shakes his head and lifts his other hand up, shrugging and looking somewhat disappointed but hardly frightened by the turn in KL's mood. Glancing over his shoulder at Nike as he walks for the door, he shrugs again. "Garou fight. It's what we're born to do. Mel? Come with me." He asks, walking towards the front door with his sword in one hand and his jacket in the other.

Melodie sighs a little as Basil is ejected. "Dude, I'm not even dressed yet! I'll meet you at the farmhouse later, okay? I need a little girlfriend time with my tribe anyway." She seems to be mostly in a chipper mood, despite all the angry estrogen in the air.

At the mention of girlfriend time, Zeke turns toward Basil. "I'll join you." He straightens up a little and moves toward the foyer, seemingly content to head right back out into the cold.

Nike sighs as Zeke goes off with Basil and runs a hand over her face. She shakes her head slowly, "I think you count as one of us, Zeke."

KL blinks, and looks at Zeke. "You don't have to go," she says, calming down from about a six to a four. To Basil, now that he's going, she's all sweetness and light. Well, relatively. "Seeya, scarboy," she says, overly brightly. A bit lame, perhaps.

"I'll see you around then tonight, Mel. We can talk about the pack." Basil glances over at Zeke, gesturing for him to follow. "I wish to talk to you about the same, and what I saw, *if* you want to talk to me. I'm not going to pressure you." Basil pauses at the doorway, looking back at KL with a wide grin. "Seeya later, Sweety Pie. Stay frosty." And then he's out the door.

Melodie nods to Zeke, "Yeah, you can stay. I'm not gonna talk about my period or anything like that. But if you wanna chat with Basil, go ahead, that's fine too." She walks over to the kitchen, and starts getting the tea kettle up and running.

Zeke looks a little torn once the others say he's welcome to stay, but in the end he shakes his head. "If the topic is..." he pauses, "I don't think it is something I wish to converse about." He turns to follow the Gnawer out, tipping his head slightly as if reassuring them no offense was taken.

Nike blows out a low breath and sighs. "If that boy gets any more emo... I swear." She takes a long sip of her drink. "So. Packing with Basil? I known litany breaker and a gnawer that cannot be trusted to even be nice. Sounds like a winner." She growls the last bit out. "He's got charisma, that's for sure. But he's screwed over more people in this place."

KL makes sure the door is closed then turns back into the room. "Um... given he's been punished for breaking the litany, do we have mention it every time we say his name?" she asks, all trace of anger gone. "And yes, Melodie, I did have sex with your brother."

Melodie lets out a little noise of delight! "Oh, that's awesome, KL! I'm so happy for you." A smile spreads across her face. "I knew he liked you! Can I give you a hug, pretty please?" She looks a lot like the tea-kettle, boiling up with excitment and about to burst somehow.

"Of course you can give me a hug," KL says, "but I have no idea what it means, I mean, we didn't talk about going out or babies or relationships or anything."

Nike just smirks slightly. "He better be good to my girls... Or he will have me to speak to."

Melodie rushes over to KL and gives her a very enthusiastic hug. "Yeah, it's just one date, but it went muy bueno, si?" She releases her tribesister, still grinning like a fool. "He's a good man, I really think so. Oh, yeah, Nike, you gotta see my new tattoo!"

"He was an absolute gentlemen," KL says. "And I didn't have to threaten to kill him once." She points a finger at Nike, and at Melodie, then out the door after Zeke, then cocks her head as if listening intently. "I claim the shower!" she says, starting to head off in that direction.

Melodie waves to KL. "Okay, don't use all the hot water, I need one too!"


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