Time/Date : It is currently 07:13 Pacific Time on Thu Dec 27 2007.

Place : Nicholson Hall(#3494RJ)

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.10 and falling, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (80% full).

Nicholson Hall(#3494RJ)

The main room of the Hall is well furnished, with beautiful ash floors. Wooden beams support the second floor, while giving the large home a rustic appeal. The room has been divided into two sections, with a clear pathway that leads into the kitchen. One half of the living room is filled with comfortable armchairs, end tables, and a sizable coffee table. All of which are situated in front of the living rooms main windows and creates a perfect environment for reading, or simply watching the world go by. The remaining half of the room contains a couch, two plush chairs, and a coffee table in front of an expansive stone fireplace. A spiral staircase is tucked into one corner.

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.

Looking at Zeke:

A young man who may just be approaching his late teens, Zeke is not overly tall- topping off at about 5'10", and not overly muscled. He does look fit though, perhaps the kind of average physique that suggests an active lifestyle opposed to hours spent on the weight bench. His carriage is modest and without any aloofness about him, though he does not give the impression of being uncomfortable in his skin either.
His face is a oval rather than narrow, broad cheeked and with a wide, easy grin. A fair skinned complexion grants an even starker contrast for his jade-green eyes. The three-day stubble he wears seems to be planned rather than a show of laziness, or perhaps he just doesn't grow facial hair very well; regardless, the hair outlines over his lip and on the lowest part of his chin.
His clothes are simple and effective, and no matter what time of year it is, Zeke is found wearing long sleeve shirts and a wide variety of beanie hats- always worn down past the ears. His jeans appear well worn and loved, and his shoes are of the common Mall Shoestore variety. He's also a fond supporter of hooded sweatshirts and jackets- again, hood always up.

Looking at Riley:

Riley Larson stands at 5'10", a respectable height for his fifteen years. He fits somewhere in the middle ground between just thin enough and too thin, a factor that's offset largely by his wiry frame. Mercifully, the poxy complexion that ruled his younger years has broken early in his adolescence, leaving his skin clear save for the occasional errant break-out. His eyes are of a stark cerulean, his hair largely untamed and unremarkable. Oily brown bangs drape messily over his face - and as unappealing an image as such lack of tidiness paints, there's little denying that his facial features make up for it. Whether it's something about the way his eyes are spaced, or the way his jaw is set just so... against the odds, he's easier to look upon than most.
His clothing is typical enough fare for one of his social standing - blue jeans, held at the waist by a simple black belt, feet contained by ankle socks and well-worn sneakers. He favors hooded sweatshirts when the weather's right for them. Heading into the colder months, it's what he's most often observed in. His neck is adorned by a choker. It's functional and plain, yet curiously attractive - much like its owner.

The quietness of the Hall is broken only by the faintest sound of Zeke snoring. He's curled up on one of the chairs, new pegasus-embroidered beanie on his head and a throw blanket draped over his lap and chest.

Quietly...almost shockingly quietly, the front door opens to admit a certain tribemate of the somnolent metis. KL sneaks in to the hall, looking round nervously. She stops, and cocks her head on one side, then scans the area, until she locates the source of the sound. Slowly, she creeps closer, before she finally works out who the sleeper is. "Zeke!" she exclaims loudly, in total surprise.

Zeke startles up awake with wide eyes and a quick defense, "No no, it wasn't what it looked like!" He blinks then, looking around and staring at the blanket he's clenching, and then studies his tribemate. "KL?"

"Oh, sorry," KL says, blithely. "Didn't intend to wake you, just was surprised to see you here. I was going to see if Alexander was here, and then stand a long distance away from him and sort of squint. I want to see if he's more or less decorative than Dre." She shrugs and looks around. "I think he's richer."

Zeke blinks at her, frowning, "Christ." He pushes the blankets off and brings a hand up to his face to rub it. "What the hell kind of gauge and attitude is that?"

KL looks totally blankly at Zeke. "What kind of what is what?" she asks, non=plussed. She sits down in one of the seats, waiting for Zeke's answer.

"What does it matter who is more decorative or more wealthy. Actually forget it. It doesn't matter to me." Zeke rubs at his face once more and then looks over to the kitchen.

The Fury Ahroun squints. "I don't like rich people very much. Except Cedric, and that's because it's the least of his problems." She shrugs. "I'm not talking about relationships. I'm talking about baby-making. And whether it matters which has the most Fury blood in him is something I'm still trying to decide."

Zeke nods, "Right. Because it's nothing more than manufacturing. I forgot." His mood sours and he stands up to go to the kitchen.

"What the fuck?" KL demands, springing to her feet. "Of course it's more than fucking manufacturing. But it's *also* fucking duty. Because I am fucking well not going to fucking well be able to provide a nice happy family for a baby. So Mum and Dad and a fucking two-car garage is out of the fucking question." She breathes in. "And yes, there is an element of being cold and calculating about it all." She's calmed down a touch. "But that's just the way it is."

"For you. Consider their side of this equation KL. God, I am so sick of the bullshit this tribe spouts from its mouth lately." The metis lands himself at the sink and reaches for the glass kept on the counter for him.

"Fuck you," KL says, following him towards the kitchen. "Who the fuck do you think you are to fucking well judge me." A pause. "Other that a fucking philodox." She blinks, having slightly run out of line of though, and settles for folding her arms over her chest and staring at Zeke.

"I'm a no one KL. Same stock that your donors are coming from. Right? You should learn to listen to yourself once in a while. Who has more money, who is more handsome, which has better lineage. You are making a baby with another living being for gods sake and whether or not you want any emotional attachment to it, they'll have some, and you will too for that matter. So you're an Ahroun, and you're not going to be able to raise the child. But you'll carry it for nine long months, and you will develop a bond to it so strong that you'd die for it. Okay? So if you're that bitter about the way it works, take it up, and take it out on Gaia, not on your ... stud listing." Zeke growls out.

When KL speaks again, it's quiet and low-pitched, and there's a quaver of tension in it, as if she's fighting something. "Do you really think so little of me that you think that you're telling me things I don't already know? Do you think this isn't hard? Do you think that I don't have nineteen different emotions and thoughts conflicting and telling me to do different things." Her voice rises. "Do you not think that maybe, just fucking maybe, the one criterion that I am actually working on isn't any of the ones I fucking well talk about." Beat. "It's who I'm likely to hurt the least." She finishes, and turns away, not looking at Zeke at all.

Zeke sighs heavily at this, glass coming down on the counter a little too hard. He moves to follow her, a hand reaching out to stop her. "KL, stop. I'm sorry. I just, you put up these defenses and they make everyone else get defensive too. We can talk, just talk about it? If you want?"

KL turns, eyes slightly red. "Defenses aren't to hold other people out, Zeke," she says simply. "But yeah, sure. Might be good." She moves back into the main area, sitting back down on a chair somewhat dejectedly.

Zeke gives her a faint chuckle. "Shows you what you know. Defenses are entirely to hold other people out. If you're using them to hold you in, then you're like a rocket with too much fuel, burning too hot." He moves back to the sitting area and joins her there.

KL and Zeke are sitting talking in the sitting room at Nicholson Hall. KL looks like she might recently have been in tears, or near them. "Pleased to meet you, Mr Hess," she says, her voice dry. "It's why I shout at people. If I let it out slowly, under control, then it makes it less likely I'll..." she waves her arms in something that might be a crinos Garou frenzying. Equally likely, it's the tentacle monster from Legend of the Overfiend. She's not very good at miming.

Lefty and Kaz make their way toward Nicholson Hall. The Gnawer is not a usual guest of the Hall, so she approaches like a new guest and actually knocks.

Zeke gives a nod. "Alright, well maybe we should look into other outlets? The more you practice talking things out, the easier it gets. It's like, controlling a pressure valve." He stops as the knock comes, and adjusting his hat to make sure everything is hidden, moves to look out and possibly answer the door.

KL is suddenly tense, and slides out of her seat, ready to act as cavalry if it's somebody or something unpleasant.

Lefty's not unpleasant, but Zeke would notice that the Gnawer is a little more tense than usual. Another noteworthy fact would be she carries no food with her today. Just Kaz. Which isn't food, of course.

Kaz's behind Lefty, also foodless. She does not, for once, look cheerful.

Zeke frowns, "Just friends KL, Lefty and Kaz are here." The door is opened up and he glances momentarily past the two of them. "Come in. Is everything okay?"

"Oh cool," KL says, surreptitiously wiping her eyes. She looks at the two fosterns again, then her brow creases in concern. "Yeah. Is there something bad happening?"

Lefty doesn't smile when she sees Zeke, but there's a fondness in her eyes at least. "Hey kid," she greets, stepping in and moving aside to let Kaz in. "Depends," she answers, "I was hoping to find Nike, or the other Furies. Besides you, I mean."

Kaz grins at Zeke, but it's soon gone. She shrugs at KL. "Dunno," she says. "But hi."

Clop, clop, clop - the sound of damp footsteps on the staircase sounds the arrival of another. Unsurprising, given their density in this particular locale, it's a cub. Overlong brown hair is plastered wetly to his face, shoulders, and parts of his upper back, and he's got a towel wrapped about his waist that clearly wasn't put to very efficient use (given that he's still fairly wet). He's recognizable as the Glasswalker-claimed, Riley. He pauses at the number of faces - and the strangeness of several, having spent little time around many assembled. "Uhh... g'morning." His head lightly bows in greeting.

Zeke looks between Kaz and Lefty, frowning more deeply as he reads into their mood and posture. "What's happened?" He glances at KL as well, but keeps the majority of his focus on the Fostern.

KL looks up as Riley enters, glares, and then looks back to the Fosterns, moving back to allow them entry. "Nike's off doing Nike things. Don't know where Helen is. Can I help? Is someone in trouble?"

Lefty's attention and focus are drawn to KL. She offers a simple nod, not absolutely recognizing the Fury just yet, but realizing she's a Fury. "Yeah. Maybe?" she says, taking a step toward KL. "I have a packmate. His name's Kavi. Ringtone. One of the Fury's....did somethign to him. The boy's been traumatized by Sisters before, see, so he's real sensitive when it comes to them. And one of ours attacked him, or something. And I want to know why. Or what happened. Now."

Kaz nods to Riley, but she's definitely not in a conversational mood. She just crosses her arms in front of her and regards KL evenly.

Wilting a little at the glare, Riley takes a few back up the stairs, glancing down at his state of relative undress. He mumbles something embarassedly, and takes a few steps back up the stairs, then disappears - presumably to correct that problem.

Zeke moves to stand beside his tribemate. "Kavi said this?" he asks, "In detail?" The last is added as if the male Fury had doubts of that.

"Oh," KL says, looking down for a moment, then back up to look directly at Lefty. "I went to the farmhouse. I was stealing milk - nothing special. He was there, playing his guitarthing. He introduced himself, I introduced myself, then he went all strange on me. I asked him what the matter was...he didn't answer...then we had a little bit of an argument, he showed throat, I backed down. You know, respected the surrender. He still didn't want to tell me whatever the problem was, so I left him there and finished the milk-stealing." She shrugs. "He was nice at first, before he went all strange. Didn't seem worth pushing the point."

Lefty darts a glance at Zeke, her brow furrowing further and her frown deepening. KL's explanation doesn't seem to sit right. "That's all?" she says, a little dubious. "This....argument? You kinda skipped the details. That worries me a little. Because Kavi doesn't usually talk enough to get into an argument, especially with a Fury. Can you be a /little/ more specific? And I'd explain /why/ he gets strange, but it's kinda personal."

Kaz angles an expressionless glance at Zeke, and then looks back to KL.

It's apparently a quick and rather slapdash process that Riley goes through to get dressed, and from the relative dampness of his shirt it seems clear that he still didn't towel off thoroughly. He makes his way back down the stairs, hands tucked into jeans pockets, motions slightly tense. When in doubt, leech on to the only person you at least kind-of-sort-of know! He doesn't greet Kaz, but he gravitates in her direction, body language denoting discomfort.

Zeke looks at Lefty with a narrowed glance. "No, Kavi does not tend to talk very much, and yet what he does manages to convey much more than words can usually." He looks back to KL, nodding encouragingly to her. "I've had nothing but unpleasantries with him myself. What happened exactly?"

Kaz is pretty much not actually a comforting presence just now, but she does unbend enough to grunt at him.

"I didn't hit him or anything!" KL protests. "Though, come to think of it, is he a Garou or not? I mean, he introduced himself as a Cliath. If he was a cub or...oh dear." She shoots a glance at Zeke. "But he said he was a Cliath, and I treated him as such." She furrows her brow. "The details of the argument are a bit hazy. I probably swore at him. I usually do. Something about a guitar? It was the day before the full moon, which is why I wasn't at Walmart buying the milk, but in the farm stealing it."

Lefty grows frustrated. But, whether it's with KL or the entire situation is unclear. Her one good hand clenches and unclenches. "He's a cliath," she admits with a soft growl. "But not from around here, and where /he/ comes from--" The Gnawer quickly stops herself and shakes her head. Again, she's clearly frustrated with wanting to talk but apparently not being able to. She gets back to the argument, pressing KL. "Let me get this straight. He acted 'strange'. That I can believe. It's trauma related. We're working on it. But /because/ he was acting strange, and because it was a full moon, you got pissed off and....what? Did what? What about the guitar?"

Kaz says, voice fairly even, "Also, something about coming back for him."

Riley is silent - primarily because he's still trying to grasp what's even going on. His brows knit together.

Zeke glances to his tribemate. "I understand how things on the full moon can get hazy, but is there anything you can recall about what words were exchanged, or what the argument itself was about?" At Lefty's growl and frustration, he turns back on her. "That Walker, on three occasions now, glared at me as if he willed there to be daggers in his hands that he could drive into my heart. And at not a single one of these occurances, did I even speak /to/ him let alone raise fist to threaten harm. If there is blame to be had here at all, I imagine it belongs on both sides."

"I either threatened to break it, or him, or it on him, I think," KL says, honestly. "I don't really...what?" She breaks off as Kaz speaks. "After I said sorry for being so pissy with him, I said we might try the whole conversation again when Luna was slimmer." She seems genuinely surprised. "I didn't know he was sick. Should he have been in the infirmary? When is he going to be better?" A little shrug. "Last person I got that annoyed with ended up with only half a face." She looks pointedly at Lefty. "I'm definitely getting better at this control thing."

Lefty, suddenly remembering that explosion, nods to KL. It almost deflates the Gnawer and she sighs out, glancing at the Fury half-moon. "I know, Zeke. I know. Maybe there /is/ blame on both sides. So we need to fix this. I mean, Fidelity needs to fix /him/. And we're going to try." She looks pointedly at KL now, though. "But threatening to break his guitar over him is a really bad idea. Not because he can kick your ass--because I doubt that--but because the kid's been abused. By his own family. Furies, like you. They kept him locked up. And they did things to him. Not you specifically, obviously. Not this sept. Not anyone we know. But in his /head/, you're all the same. All sisters. And I'm telling you all this when I really shouldn't be. Because he asked me not to talk about it. But it's going to take /time/ to fix him, and in the meantime, I need /our/ Furies to understand. Stay away from him. If you see him, walk away. Not for the Litany, or rules, or any bullshit. But because I'm /asking/ you to. Stay away from him til we can fix it."

Kaz breaks her Big Menacing Person posture and shoots a truly uncomfortable glance at Lefty. Then she reverts, all of a sudden, to her usual casual friendliness and tells Zeke, "Well, you know perfectly well why he's pissy at you; he just carries grudges like it was goin' outta style. But he also don't carry them for no /reason/. That's all."

Riley's hands seek out deeper refuge in his jeans pockets, and he toes absently at the ground, a displeased expression clear upon his features, muttering low under his breath, "If y'shouldn' really be sayin' it, maybe you shouldn' have."

Zeke sighs at Lefty, "I understand the need to be fixed, but suggesting that all the Furies cascade out of his path because of his past trauma is a little unreasonable. Are his... hangups so great that he would turn from aiding one of his septmates simply because they are Fury?" Kaz gets a glance, "If you mean the misunderstanding with Rina, then that is one thing, but given light to what's been spoken, I do not think that was ever part of his grievances with me."

KL sighs and looks at Lefty. "I'll steer clear of him. Because *you* asked. But you need to fix him and quickly. I guess you know that." She shrugs, and mutters confusedly to herself. "Not like he's a woman." She looks up at Zeke. "What's the tenth tenet of the litany?"

Lefty shakes her head. "Honestly, Kavi. I don't know what he'd do. But he's never not been there for me when the Wyrm's attacking. That's all I can say. As far as what I'm asking, I meant in normal every day stuff. Don't push him. Don't fight with him. And I promise you no matter how 'strange' he acts, or how much he's looking daggers at you, he /ain't/ gonna /do/ anything to you. So just don't make anything worse." Glancing at KL, she adds, "Thank you." With that, the Gnawer seems to grow angry again. "As fast as we can," is all she says.

Kaz limps over to claim a chair. "Nahhhh," she tells Zeke, "He didn't like you to begin with, but not likin' you wouldn't lead t'that kinda grudge. The Rina stuff's /totally/ the origin of the actual /anger/, as opposed to the wonky avoiding and stuttering." She adds, "And it ain't askin' you to cascade-- she's just askin' you to be a nice person. No problem with /that/, is there?" She rummages in her coat and adds, "I don't /think/ he'd fuck with one've y'all if there was Wyrm or crisis involved. He just can't cope in everyday life."

Zeke gives a faint nod toward Lefty and Kaz, "I'll steer clear of him so long as needs allow. But in this situation, it appears being a nice person for him would mean not existing in the same visual space. I'll do my best to ignore him." KL gets a glance, "To not suffer thy people to tend ones sickness in death. Why?"

Kaz suddenly regards KL as if she'd dragged a smelly skunk into the proceedings.

Riley gives a dismissive wave of his hand at the conversation, apparently having grown frustrated with it, and wanders over to grab himself a soda. He pops the tab, which fails to open the soda. Squinting, he taps the half-opened metal slat with his fingertip until it opens a little bit more, and takes an unsatisfied swig as he walks back out into the living room. Zeke's words bring about an annoyed frown from him, and he glances towards KL. "So... what? You think he should put himself down, or something? What sort of bullshit is -that-?"

"Just wondering," KL says sweetly. She looks more seriously back at Lefty and nods. "I'll steer clear, and try not to make anything worse. And I'll pass word to Nike and Helen, and Alesia and Melodie, but they're probably less of a problem." She shrugs, then looks angrily at Riley. "No, I don't think he should. Because Lefty says she can fix him. And shut the fuck up."

Lefty, likewise to Kaz, grimaces at KL, eyes flashing with anger again. "Now you sound like a Get. If he /was/ a woman, you wouldn't be talking like that. He's /fixable/. So we'll fix him. Just like we'd heal somoene who'd been mauled in a fight. That ain't the same as tending someone too far gone." The Gnawer is the one glaring daggers now, and without waiting for a counter, she stalks towards the door.

Kaz levers herself out of her chair with a sad kind of grunt. "See y'all later, I guess. Zeke, we on for Friday?"

There's no mistaking the scowl on Riley's features, and he starts to snap in reply before the order comes to silence himself, but cuts off when it comes, "Really? Because that's what it fucking---" His tongue runs over his teeth, and he backs down immediately, though it's obvious he doesn't look pleased in the slightest about doing so. In a more even tone, he mutters, "Kavi-Rhya is not a cripple."

Zeke studies KL, "You've misread the tenant. And a stupid tenant at that." Zeke offers this resolutely. "For that matter, the Furies let /me/ survive as a son of Pegasus. So there's not a lot to back up /that/ tenant is there?" He pauses as Lefty and Kaz get ready to depart, and then to Kaz, gives a nod. "Yes?" he offers a little less resolutely but still eager.

KL looks like a war is going on inside her. She looks angrily at Lefty's back, then shakes her head and turns and stalks into the kitchen, from where the sound of several plates being smashed can be heard, followed by the thump of someone going outside.

Kaz tells Zeke, "Bring shinies," as she wanders out the door.


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