Time/Date :It is currently 15:54 Pacific Time on Sun Dec 30 2007.

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

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.27 and rising, and the relative humidity is 82 percent. The dewpoint is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (57% 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 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 Melodie:

Unnatural deep purple hair reaches down to the shoulders of this hispanic 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 dark purple v-neck T-shirt with a monochrome image of a heart with giant owl wings, stretching out across the bustline. Purple capri jeans hug her hips tightly, with floral embroidary on the back pockets and near the cuffs. On her feet are a pair of sneakers with visible 'shock absorbers', and a pink swoosh logo, with pink laces. When the weather warrants, she has a dark purple hoodie with the design of a new-agey fairy on the front right panel. She wears shiny lip gloss with a pink hilight, and her nails are typically painted various bright colors.
Her ethnic background is largely hispanic, although her facial features also have a distinctly Greek influence as well. She speaks with a noticable Spanish accent, though with the fluency in English of a native speaker. Her height, several inches shy of five feet, makes her seem at first glance to be in the latter years of elementary school, but her figure belies this assumption, having filled out considerably in recent months to be reasonably considered curvy. She has a butterfly tattoo on her right ankle (+details for more.)

Sunday afternoon, on what is almost a muggy afternoon by St. Claire winter standards. The low cloud outside threatens to rain, but it's a threat yet to be fulfilled. KL, apparently not everyone's favourite Fury Ahroun, is sitting in the living area of the Fury house, with the kind of posture that seems to imply one of those clouds is over her head. Her chin is resting on her hand, her hair hanging loose around her face, in a pose that's half Rodin's "The Thinker", half one of misery.

Melodie comes in from the courtyard, carrying her archery equipment, including her new pink arrows. She grins at KL. "Hey, sis! What's up?"

KL looks up from her half-crouch. "Hey Mel," she says, without much enthusiasm. "I don't know," she shrugs. "A bit of a funk, I think. I just... I'm a bit of a mess. I think I broke someone and I didn't even know about it. And then..." She shakes her head.

Melodie gets a serious look on her face. She carefully sets down her archery gear, and goes to the couch to sit near KL. "Tell me about it? I know you're not always, I dunno, poetical with your words, but it's not that bad, is it?"

"Oh, I don't think so," KL says. "I mean, I really didn't do too much wrong - didn't hit anyone or anything, and didn't know that the Glasswalker was mentally ill and had a thing about Furies. But..." She pauses. "I think I hurt people a lot, without really meaning to. I don't want to hurt anyone. Well, apart from our enemies. And at the moment, I think I'm running around a mess of rage and hormones." She looks down. "Embarrassing to admit. I just...I threw myself at Alexander. He had the good decency to step out of the way politely, but I was just... Like it wasn't me."

Melodie wrinkles her nose. "Yah, Kavi, I've met him. I wish I could just give him a hug an say I'm sorry, but... did you notice he's got Fury pure breed?" She lets that hang in the air for a second. "I understand about Alexander, really. If I weren't committed to girls, I could see doing that, just for, you know, a release. Sometimes, you know, there's nothing like that to let the stress out." She gives KL a sympathetic look.

"This is all new to me," KL says. "It's like...I was suppressing things. Well, that and all of Luna's Rage inside me. Makes it difficult to feel anything else." She shrugs. "Did I notice? I was all like "hey, want to break the litany with me?" for about thirty seconds, before he started behaving all strangely at me. Then I got...a bit annoyed." A pause, and then a slightly desperate question. "How do I be a better person, Mel?"

Melodie takes a deep breath. "I don't think you're a bad person. I admire your strength, an' your purity. An' I can see that you really love the people you're close to. I dunno, maybe try and give people more of a chance? We're all of Gaia, if someone didn't have some good qualities, they wouldn't have passed their Rite, right?"

KL grins, suddenly. "I don't hold grudges, Mel. Not much, anyway. If people get past the first challenge, then they're solid." She flicks her hair back. "Saul, for example. He's a Shadow Lord, and I was pissy as all hell at him. He took it and stood up and he's... you know, solid. I like most people, more or less. Not Felix, but everyone has to have people they don't like." She blinks. "I've got you another present, because I saw it. But maybe I shouldn't give it to you."

Melodie nods. "See, you're not even as bad as _you_ think. Felix can be okay sometimes, but yeah, you don't hafta like everyone. He was nice to me the other day, though." Her eyes light up when a present is mentioned. "You did? I think I want it. Um, I'll make you dinner, whatever you want, in exchange!"

The Ahroun smiles, "OK." She looks a bit embarrassed, but stands up and heads upstairs, returning moments later with what looks like a cylinder, perhaps three feet long, covered in Christmas tree wrapping paper. She offers it to Mel, "It's not much," she says. "But I didn't make it."

Melodie takes it, and grins. "It's long! I'm gonna open it right now, then." She tears into the paper with glee.

Inside the wrapping paper is a pink parasol, with a frilly fringe. "Oh," KL says, "And it's almost entirely useless. I don't think you could hit anything with it. Not and hurt them." She nods, like this matters a lot.

Melodie laughs, delighted, and pops it open! "It's adorable. Thank you, KL! I've never had anything so fancy before!" She jumps up and gives KL a little kiss on the cheek.

KL laughs, though small red spots appear on her cheeks, and it's a couple of seconds before she looks at Mel. "Glad you like it," she says, smiling. She sits back down. "I seem to have cheered up. You think I should be nicer to people?" She sounds dubious. "I don't know. It's a big change. Got a pen?"

Melodie is in a great mood, herself. "Sure!" She trots off to the kitchen to grab a pen, carrying her parasol over her like a little kid. "I don't want you to not be, you know, commanding. Just, I dunno, don't swear at someone until the second sentence maybe." She hands over the pen.

The Fury offers the back of her right hand to Mel. "Write "Be Nicer To People" on my hand, so I remember?" she says, still smiling. "And OK, not until the second sentence. I promise."

Melodie sets down her parasol carefully, and then writes on KL's hand. She dots the 'i' with a little heart. "There, that's settled now. So, what do you want for dinner?"

KL studies the back of her right hand, as if memorising the words. "Oh, um..." she says, hesitantly. "Something Mexican? I don't know... something nice? Food? Anything that isn't pasta, basically." She shrugs. "Maybe I should learn to cook things that aren't pasta or steak."

Melodie nods, "Si, can do! I can make some burritos that are really good. Do you like spicy, or super spicy?" She grins, predicting that KL's not one to back away from food challenges.

"Oh, super spicy," KL says, living up to expectations. "Though a pail of milk might come in useful, if it's like, seriously hot." She grins. "I'm tough enough for anything." She checks that the writing on her hand is dry, blowing on it to make sure.

Melodie grins. "Okay, awesome, I can use Habaneros, not just Jalapenos. But I don't go crazy, it's gotta taste good, not just hot. I grew up Mexican American, though, so I'm used to that stuff." She licks her lips a little. "An' the best part is, it's pretty cheap to make!"

"And given our combined incomes, that's key," KL says, smiling. "Mel, something Basil said has been bugging me. What's the Temple?" She raises an eyebrow enquringly. "I was more worried about football players going crazy at the time. Oh, subject of which, I've got the Coach's home address."

Melodie looks confused. "The Temple? I dunno. It could be a church. I think there's a school called Temple back east." She nods at the news about the football coach. "Cool. I'm learning Sense Wyrm! I dunno if we can wait for me to master it, but I'd like to sniff around there. We could dress as Rally Girls!" The way she says it, it almost sounds unrelated to the plan.

KL grins. "I'm not sure that my cheerleader outfit is that good a disguise." She puts her head on one side. "Maybe it would suit you better? You'd... oh!" She blinks. "I knew there was something... I've been practicing something. Wanna see?" A really mischevious smile accompanies this.

Melodie nods. "Si! Does it involve cheerleading?" She smiles hopefully.

The Ahroun moves furniture around, clearing a space in the centre of the room. "OK, the first three times I did this it went badly wrong." She appraises the space she's cleared. "OK, if I break anything, tell Nike it was a temper tantrum, right? I don't want her to know the truth." She takes a couple of steps back, so that she's right at the edge of the space. "Ready?"

Melodie stands to the side. "Okay, promise. Ready!"

KL takes a deep breath, furrows her brow in concentration, then takes a step, another step, then performs a perfect cartwheel, immediately into a front somersault, making a loud thump as she lands. A gymnastics judge would penalise her for the step back she takes after landing, and the fact that her legs were too bent when she hit, but it's still quite impressive. She stretches her arms out in a celebratory v. "Yes!" she says. "Told you I could do that."

Melodie applauds! "Great! That looks like fun. I bet if we weren't Garou, we'd have met as rival cheerleaders, huh? Or, you could be my coach! Can you walk on your hands?"

"Yeah," KL says, dubiously. "Not for long, though. I'm not really that strong." A shrug. "I've never wanted to trade muscle-mass for quickness. All my fighting style is based on speed, and I don't want to lose that. But I can do a handstand easily enough. I'm not sure I'd ever have been a cheerleader really. Too girly."

Melodie grins. "You're kinda like the Brunette in Bring It On, she was a tough girl that only joined up because, in the movie, the school didn't have Gymnastics. Have you seen that movie? It's pretty hot. Anyway, I always wanted to be the one that they throw up into the air. I'm like the perfect cheerleader, I'm small but I still got boobs." She grins. "But I like being Garou more. It's like important!"

"It is so," KL says. "I often wonder what I'd have been like if I hadn't been a Garou. I didn't really fit in at school, but maybe that's being...you know, ragey." She smiles. "I have seen three movies since 1999. All three had swords and fighting in." A really happy grin. "The fights are always so fake though." She looks apprasingly at Melodie. "I could probably throw you in the air. You're still small enough."

Melodie seems interested. "Okay! I've gained a little weight lately, but I think I'm still under a hundred pounds. I'm sure you could lift me easily, you're like super strong."

Alexander

Darkly handsome, Alexander is a man in his mid thirties, with neatly cut black hair and a fine beard that runs along his jawline. His eyes are a dark bown and they compliment his olive skin. He is slim, without being thin, body having the look of one who takes one regular exercise to stay in shape, but nothing beyond that.
Currently, he is clad in a pair of simple blue jeans and a plain black button down shirt. A heavy gold and gem-encrusted ring decorates the second finger of Alexander's right hand. Running shoes adorn the Kinsman's feet, completing his appearance.

In the main room of the Fury house, the furniture has been cleared back to open a large space in the centre, which KL is standing in the middle of. "OK," she says to Melodie. "Let's try it." She stretches her arms back behind her head. "I guess I lift you from the waist?"

Alexander knocks at the front door, then politely waits for a reply.

Melodie nods. "Yeah, that's how I've seen it." She frowns a little when the knock is heard. "I wonder who that is." She opens the door, and sees Alexander. "Oh, hi, uh, come on in." She seems surprised to see him here.

"Hello." Alexander says as she steps inside. "Is Nike here? I need to speak with her."

"Alexander!" KL says, with a smile. "How are you? Cubs still driving you mad?" She looks around the room. "Um...we were just practising." A firm nod. "No, no Nike. Not sure when she'll be back. Can I help?"

Melodie offers, "I could put on some tea? It's only fair. I dunno where Nike is, she's been in the city a lot lately."

"I kicked them out of my house," Alexander says, surprisingly firmly. "One of them fired a gun in my living room. That is what I have to talk to Nike about."

"In your house?" KL says, surprise evident in her voice. "Was anyone hurt? Anything damaged?" She frowns. "Who?" Her arms go across her chest. Noticeably unimpressed at this news. "And, though I can't speak for Nike, I'm sure we'll back your decision."

Melodie's eyes widen in surprise. "That's not very cool. Yeah, we'll back you up. Do you know who it was?"

Alexander crosses his arms, shoulders shrugging. "One of the Walkers. Chris? I think that was his name. He was talking about having shot someone and there was some blood, but I didn't see who. The others were very upset with him, for having shot one of the cubs. It was just the last straw. They've already done a lot of damage to my home."

KL nods. "Yeah, I'm sure." She looks at Melodie, and raises an eyebrow. "How far do you want us to pursue this? I'm...Mel, this is your thing not mine. What do you think?" She returns her attention to Alexander. "Are you alright otherwise? And does your kick out apply to us, as well?"

Melodie shrugs. "I know Chris, that's pretty likely. I dunno what we can do, I'm happy to let the elders deal with that kind of thing. But we can help you clean up, yeah? I'm not good at fixing things, but I can clean. Dre does construction work, though!"

Alexander blinks, clearly caught a bit off guard by KL's question. "No, of course not," he says, arms dropping to his sides. "My house is always open to the Sisters, but - a little warning in advance would be nice. I sent Mouse a bill, listing the damages."

"I promise not to bust your door down," KL says, with a nod. "Um...again." She smiles at the information about the bill. "Glasswalkers usually have lots of money, so maybe they'll pay up. Our current lot seem a little poorer than normal, though. Stup..." She freezes, and looks at the back of her hand. "We'll help any way we can," she hastily corrects.

Melodie nods, "Si, I can't help out with money, but the Walkers are rich, 'cause they know about the Internet. I'm sorry that we weren't able to keep everyone under control, though." She seems sincere in taking some of the blame.

Alexander shrugs and scratches at the back of his neck. "I can cover the costs, but it would just be nice to get some of it refunded. Thankyou," he adds on, sounding a little uncertain of how to proceed. "It just became a bit much."

"Understandable," KL says, with another little nod. "And it's your house. They have not been very respectful of that." She unfolds her arms, cooling down slightly. "Such a problem, though, with the Farmhouse being so compromised."

Unfortunately a bit rude for the conversation, there is a series of professional sounding knocks at the door, and a polite wait. If/When it's answered, there's a middle-aged woman standing there with an obvious teenaged girl standing with her, looking a bit bored and frustrated at the situation.

Melodie heads to the door, with a 'now what?' expression on her face. She opens it up, and sees strangers. "Um, hola?"

Alexander glances over at the door, starting to look a little uneasy. "Perhaps I should leave, KL? This is a house for the Sisters, not for a man like me," he says, rather quietly.

"You're welcome here," KL says to Alexander, moving to stand behind Mel, in case the two at the door represent trouble. "Can we help you?" she asks, politely, and with no little concern, peering over the shoulder of the marginally shorter Philodox.

The older woman gives an apology, "I'm sorry if I've interrupted you, miss. But I was directed here by a Ms. Kyriacou." She moves to rest a hand on the teen's shoulder. "My business will be brief, I promise. It simply has to deal with my charge, Myra." There's a grumble about getting 'pawned off' from the girl, before the older womans hakes her head. "Regardless, just... I feel it's come time that she spends her time with closer family than I can provide personally. Is it a bad time?"

Melodie looks Myra up and down curiously. "Oh, she's a sister?" She smiles. "That's exciting, of course it's a good time! Come on in! I'm Melodie Rodriguez, an' this is KL, and our cousin Alexander." She steps aside trustingly.

Alexander looks uncertain, standing a bit behind KL.

KL is less trusting, perhaps, and there's a wary look in her eyes as she steps back to allow access. Another glance at the back of her hand, which has something written on it, and she smiles...not entirely convincingly... "Hi Myra, and...?" she looks at the older woman enquiringly. In the house, the furniture has been pushed back to create a clear area in the centre of the main room.

"Ruth Lawson," the older woman introduces herself, reaching into her pocket book and withdrawing a small billfold. "I've relevant information, including my address and other such things here for me personally. Nothing too revealing, naturally, but it might come in handy. Also, important documents for Myra. There's a fe--" Before she can say anything further, Myra's pointing a finger at Melodie, "Dude, what shade? It looks like Manic Panic's PUrple Haze...but it seems a bit darker than normal. Did you bleach your hair before hand or not.. and that's why it's dark or...?" A look from the other woman gets her to grump. "Right, shutting up now."

Melodie listens politely to the business stuff, but then lights up when Myra gets going on her hair. "Nah, it's Special Effects Deep Purple. I hafta bleach, yah, I got Hispanic Brown naturally." She grins. "I'm gonna keep her, okay?" She says to nobody in particular.

KL looks at Myra, and then at Melodie, and then back to Ruth, then down to Myra. "Have you actually..." She says to Myra, before breaking off and looking at Ruth. "Has she?" she raises her arms a little bit, fingers curling into mock claws.

The question KL asks gets a gentle shake of her head. "Not yet. And she's rather unclued as well. She and her mother moved around alot before her mother's deployment overseas.." There's a tone that sort of states that said mother didn't return in a preferred condition, "So I believe that was probably the primary reason for lack of any education. I've not done any personally yet myself, as she's just getting over the recent relocation and loss of family. But I think she's getting close." A wane smile, "Time doesn't wait for careful planning does it?" Myra though, seems more interested in Melodie's hair color than the conversation, and is currently pulling down some of her hair to try to compare the faded shade she's got in her hair, with Melodie's more vibrant one.

Melodie pulls a strand of her hair straight. "It must be easier with blond hair. I bet we could do really neat effects! I always get kinda tired after having to bleach it first, to try anything really tricky. I did put some red streaks in for Helen, you'll meet her later. It's pretty hot." She moves the hair conversation back towards the couch, letting the older people deal with 'business'.

"Right," KL says, with a mild grimace. "No, time doesn't." She shrugs, and takes the sheaf of documents. "Do you want to look around? Hang about for a bit? And..." she looks at Myra. "Do you have any stuff? Clothes? Belongings?"

Alexander just looks terribly uncomfortable, looking from one woman to another. "Can I get you anything?" He offers the room in general.

Ruth considers the offer, then shakes her head. "I think it might be best if this went quickly, at least the exchange. She might accept it better if the one 'dumping her', as she likes to put it doesn't hang around." That wane smile's there again before Myra comments, "Yeah, I got my stuff in the trunk. It's not much, since I don't know if I'm going to get moved around /again/." A look's shot at the older woman. Myra pauses then perks at Alexander, "HEy, you got any soda?" Ruth speaks again, "I"ll go get her bags. Again, my information's there if you need to contact me, and I"ll also need an address to forward any mail she gets."

Alexander's head gives a little bob and he disappears in to the kitchen.

Melodie asks Myra, "So, how old are you? I'm fourteen, but I've already been through initiation. We're kinda like a sorority, only way cooler." She's very enthusiastic. "I dunno if they've told you anything important yet."

KL nods. "Yeah, sure," she says, going to the table and picking up the pen that Mel discarded earlier, and a scrap piece of paper. She writes, slightly laboriously, the address of the house, and hands it to Ruth. "Thanks," she says. "I'll help you with the bags." She moves towards the door, ready to fetch and carry.

Ruth gives a weary smile, appearing as if she fears imposing on the group, before she leads KL to the car they drove in. Myra's only got a couple of bags, apparently enough stuff to last her at least a couple of weeks. Myra seems to not be eager to help. "Uh, I turned fifteen about a couple months ago. And initiate into what?" Lips purse and she sighs in a typical teenaged dramatic fashion, "I don't know anything. Though I've been thinking something's been fishy for a year or so. What's all this about anyway? We're not in college, we don't get sororities." despite the wording, she doesn't seem too put out. The questions come easily.

Alexander returns with a soda, when he offers to Myra without a word.

Melodie grins mysteriously. "It's a lot like a sorority! We got one boy, but he's okay, an' he sleeps down in the basement. KL and I will tell you everything, once we get done with all this moving in stuff. It's a secret." She seems excited to be able to share this with someone new.

KL returns, holding Myra's bags. She turns to Ruth. "Thanks," she says, with a smile. "We'll look after her really well." She sets the bags down against the wall, and flashes a smile at Alexander.

Myra just blinks her eyes for a moment, owlishly, looking completely lost. She accepts the soda from Alexander, and she beams a smile up at him for thanks. Then she pauses, "You don't talk much do you?" He has been rather quiet this entire thing...Melodie gets another odd look. "... right. Why do I feel like I'm getting dumped on the set of some sort of bad horror film?" Despite the comment, she drinks the soda without giving it a second glance. Once the bags are in, she does turn to grab the one that looks like a duffel bag and slings it over her shoulder. Ruth makes sure things are out of the way. "Thank you as well, and my apologies for the sudden visit." As the whole 'if there's anything...' spiel was done, the older woman will say her goodbyes, and see herself out, provided she's not stopped.

Alexander smiles at Myra, still looking rather uncertain. "I'm family, but I'm not one of the sisters - I'm here to help. Nothing more. Can I get you anything else?"

Melodie shrugs. "We're the good guys, though. It's kinda hard to explain." She looks apologetic.

KL sees Ruth out, and then closes the door behind her, with a little wave. She returns to sit in a seat just opposite Myra. It might be possible now to make out that she has "Be Nicer To People" written on her hand. "Not really a bad horror film," she says casually. "But Mel's right - we're the good guys. And...um... we want you to feel safe here. And know that we're not like...evil or anything." She pauses. "Have you been losing your temper much, recently?"

Myra takes a thoughtful sip, glancing around. "Good guys... right. Um." her caretaker wouldn't drop her off in a bad place would she? Another sip of the soda. Then another. Oh hell, she'll down the thing and sort of hide an unladylike belch behind her hand. The questiona bout the temper causes her to pause. "NOt so much... 'lose it' as, well, in the sense I'm trying to bite heads off of people. Things've been feeling really crampy lately. Not like, y'know /those/ cramps, but like, caged in crampy. And frustrating and... and stuff like that."

Alexander looks even more uncomfortable as as Myra talks and clears his throat softly, looking up at KL. "Would you mind if I excused myself? I've been thrown across the room before and I would like to avoid a repeat performance. The moon is rather full..."

Melodie nods her head. "Yeah, yeah. That's it, exactly. Like... like you don't fit into your skin anymore, sometimes. It's really a blessing, though. Are you religious?" She asks suddenly.

KL looks up at Alexander, and nods. "Sure. Thanks. I'll tell Nike what you told us." She smiles. "Maybe I'll come round in a week or so?" Her attention returns to Myra. "Yeah, we've all been through that. It's normal," she says, trying to be reassuring.

Alexander's given an odd look. "Oookay...." Pause, "What's he mean 'thrown across the room'?" Everything's just given a curl of Myra's lip, and she even takes a step back. The talk about how she's felt, well, feeling, keeps her from attemtping a full retreat. "I guess that's a good way of describing it. Hadn't thought that way about it. And nah, I'm not. Didn't grow up with any particular faith system. Why?"

Alexander bites his lower lips, worrying it for a moment. "Shall I show her, KL?" He asks.

Melodie looks a bit confused at Alexander herself. "Show her?" She doesn't object, and sort of settles back into the couch as the conversation gets away from her.

"Perhaps not?" KL says, to Alexander. "I mean, they're impressive and everything, but one step at a time, no?" She looks back to Myra. "OK, there isn't an easy way to get this part over with. The next bit is going to be scary." A deep breath. "There is more to the world than you have thus far seen." It sounds a bit like she's reciting a prepared speech. "There are cre...oh, fuck it. Look, werewolves are real." She's deadly serious.

Myra looks from one to the other then back to Melodie, brows arch in a 'what?'. And then KL decides to drop that bomb. For a moment, Myra just stares at her, then she just laughs. "Werewolves. Werewolves are real...? That's ... that's not something you hear every day." She lifts up her hand to look at her watch, "Okay, just wanting to make sure it's not April Fool's... you guys got the date wrong or something...?" She waves an index finger idly, then pauses. The finger curls and she's again looking at each in turn. "You're serious." And her tone's disbelieving.

Alexander smiles vaguely, clearly uncomfortable. "Sorry," he apologizes. "I'll be in the hall, if anyone needs me. I'll leave extra keys for you by the door, as I leave."

Melodie mostly ignores Alexander's departure, but smiles at KL. "Geez, just get straight to it, why don't you? Yeah, Myra, it's true, but it's more complicated than all that. It's about family, an' Gaia, and saving the world!" She's enthusiastic, if insane.

"Pleased to meet you," KL says to Myra. She nods and smiles to Alex, and then all her attention is back on the future-cub. "Here's the next bit. You are one. It's not handed on by biting, or anything you've seen in the movies. It runs in families. Skips generations, sometimes. But... yes. In some sense, perhaps distantly, we're related." A shrug. "All true."

Myra does look at her hand and it seems she was about to mention something about being bit when KL nixes that idea. Between Melodie's enthusiasm and KL's pretty straightforwardness... "Yeah. Right. Show me if they're real. I wanna see." She crosses her arms with a final note of 'so there'.

Alexander is busy by the door, removing some keys out of his pocket and laying them on a stand near the exit.

Melodie shrugs. "Yeah, prolly best to just show her. KL, you wanna, or should I?"

KL sighs and stands up slowly, steps away from her chair, and then, in the blink of an eye, a Crinos werewolf is filling the room. Wicked looking claws poke out from black-furred paws, rage-misted eyes stare fixedly at Myra. Unfeasibly sharp teeth glint from within powerful jaws. KL raises her claws in a sort of mock-threatening pose, and then slowly shrinks back down to homid form. "Is that sufficient proof?" she asks, head tilted to one side.

The squeak of surprise is enough proof that Myra was /not/ expecting them to come through with it. The fact she ends up losing her footing and falls on her ass just adds to the entire thing. "Holy shi-- That was... You did... How'd you..." She scrambles a couple feet away from the pair, glancing around. "Dude... Hey dude, did you see...there was... she turned... Oh man..." One hand lifts up, shoving fingers into her multi-colored hair, focusing a look of disbelief at KL. "...And I can do that?" She finally says after a moment.

Alexander exits out the door in all haste, closing the door behind him a bit more firmly then necessary.

Melodie laughs out loud at the scene. "I kinda thought you'd start with lupus!" She grins at Myra. "Yeah, an' pretty soon. The first time is hard, an' usually kind of violent, but it gets easier after that."

"You thought *I* would choose *Lupus*?" KL asks, eyes dancing. She nods at Myra, then looks guilty at the door Alexander exited from. "Yes. And lots of other stuff too, which we'll get to in good time. OK, that's the scary news. Do you want the bad news now?"

Myra thumbs behind her where she heard the door close, wordlessly asking about Alexander. Or 'dude' as she's sort of attached to him for now. "Um. Yeah, what's the bad news?"

Melodie steps up to the plate for this. "Well, there's a lotta bad stuff out there. Like, creatures that wanna destroy everything that's good. An' a lot of Werewolves are on their side, too. We're the only thing stopping them." She sounds deadly serious as well.

KL nods. "That's part of the bad news. The other bit is that you can't go out. Not without one of us." She points at herself, and then at Melodie. "This isn't because we're evil and controlling, but that the first time you change into -" she raises her hands in that "crinos" pose again "- it can be really dangerous for you and for everyone around you."

"I'm /stuck/ here?!" Taht seems to be more 'bad' tahn the whole 'bad guy and good guy' thing for Myra. She's still on the ground and she gapes at the two. "But.../why/?" Outside of what was just said that is.

Melodie smirks a little. "Well, because it's too hard to control at first. An' also, there's bad guys out there, that'd love to get their hands on you, for bad stuff. Don't worry, we'll try not to make it too dull."

KL nods. "It's for the best. That pressure you've been feeling might get worse and worse until it does. It's like heating a can... eventually it explodes." She shrugs. "Told you it was bad news." She smiles, in a way obviously supposed to be reassuring. "So, what do you like to do? Are you hungry?"

Myra twists her lips for a moment. "OKay, so there werewolf things' real... and I'm going to do that... but I can't yet because...?" She waits for a fill in the blanks. "UH..." she seems suddenly thrown off by the rather casual questions. "Um. Stuff. Nothing... overly specific. Ruth says I like to talk too much."

Melodie thinks for a minute. "Well, we do some cool stuff. Like Archery, that's one of our things. An' there are some rules, which we'll get to later. Oh, oh, when's your birthday? We can figure out what your moon phase is. I know it sounds funny, but the moon really is mucho importante for werewolves." She grins. "We really do howl at the full moon. It _rocks_."

The Ahroun tips her palms up. "You can't yet because you haven't yet. Don't ask me, that's just how it works," she explains. Badly. "And don't worry about talking too much - just ask questions and chat. We'll do our best to answer them." She nods in approval as Mel starts talking about birthdays and moon phases.

Myra makes a face. "Oh, yeah, that's specific." She pulls up a knee, and rests an elbow on it and almost pouts. But her birthday? "UH... It's.." enter a date a few months ago that'd fall under the new moon, "And Archery? Sounds kind of boring. And what's up witht he moon thing? Some new age stuff?"

Myra adds, "And howling at the moon? I thought you said stuff /wasn't/ like television.

Melodie stands and goes over to the bookshelf, which of course includes the early-nineties almanacs in easy reach. "Oh, it's not all like TV, but some things. Let's see... hey, new moon, neat! You wanna know what that means? I'm a half-moon, and KL is a full." She puts the book back on the shelf.

The front door creaks open. Helen wanders in, humming to herself a jolly little tune of some kind, closing the door behind her. "Whoa, what's going on?" she asks, spotting brand spankin' new Myra. "New cub?"

"Archery is *not* boring," KL says, her expression falling instantly into one of mild irritation. As Helen enters she looks round. "Helen!" she exclaims. "New not-quite-cub-yet. Dropped off by...well, someone clued. This is Myra. Myra, this is Helen."

"YOu got half-a-brain and I got none?" Myra grumbles, obviously not catching what's so exciting. KL's left out of mainly because, uh, she turned into the big thing and Myra's not going to provoke that at the moment. Well, provoke more. She turns around to look at Helen, one hand lifting up. "Yo."

Helen's eyes drift over Myra. She offers the new cub a friendly smile that oddly enough lacks warmth to it. "Yes, archery rocks. I can show you the awesome Christmas gift KL got me to show you it's not boring," she says, smiling over at KL. "How much does she know so far?" Someone feels like jumpin' right in.

Melodie laughs. "Maybe! But not really. It's like astrology, kinda, but it's real. The moon you're born under affects what you do as a werewolf. Full moon, like KL, they're warriors. Gibbous is the storytellers. Half, like me, we're judges and peacemakers. Crescent are mystics and wise women. An' you and Helen are New Moon, that's for scouts and tricky people. Does that make any sense?"

KL stands up slowly. "We have "werewolves are real", "you can't go out" and now "auspices"." She says, still a little sharp after the Archery is Boring comment. She shrugs. "Don't want to go too quick, haven't even got her stuff unpacked yet."

Myra's expression is bland and unimpressed. "I'm type-cast."

"Everyone is," explains Helen, moving over to the sofa and plopping herself down. "I'm not exactly, uh, tricky but I like scouting and helping out that way. I'll probably be showing you all the cool ragabash things."

Melodie nods. "But we all gotta have a little of all of 'em in us. Don't worry, Gaia makes us for our roles, so it'll come naturally if you let it." She's full of confidence, anyway.

"Gaia's like..." KL's voice trails away. "Something that's too complex for me to describe." She walks away, finding a convenient wall to lean up against, her earlier good mood largely evaporated. She mutters to herself as she goes. "Be Nicer To People."

Myra watches KL as she walks away, and there's a frwon. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to offend, seriously..." She turns back to Helen and Melodie, drumming fingers against her empty soda can. "Gaia... s'why you asked me about religion?"

Melodie grins. "Yah, you're smart, too. I used to be Catholic, but Gaia, she's real. We actually, you know, can see spirits and magic and shit. An' do magic stuff. Like, I can tell if you're lying. So, we know it's right."

After her bit of silence, having nothing to say, Helen finally does say, "You'll learn. Mel's right. It's pretty freaky at first but...you get used to it and think, Damn, I was 'normal' before?" She glances to KL and gestures for her to return to the little group.

KL blinks, stares at Helen, and doesn't move from the wall. She does manage to smile at Myra. "Don't worry," she says. "I get annoyed real quick, and I cool down real quick too. Really don't worry about offending me. I promise that I won't stay mad at you."

Myra's still got a weary look about it all, but what can you do? There's a deep breath, then she lets it out slowly, getting to her feet. "Oh... okay." Is her response to KL before she glances around for some place to toss her can. Her bag is picked up again and moved out of the way. "I'm sorry, this is a lot to take in...I mean, you guys sure I just didn't have a spiked soda or anything?"

Melodie shakes her head. "Afraid not, chica. You were born one of us. An' we'll teach you everything you need to know, promise. You're lucky, we're way better'n most of the tribes out there."

Helen makes a face at KL, a silly one, with her tongue sort of sticking out. "Fine," she says to the ahroun, turning her attention back to Myra. "Yeah, we're not Shadow Lords or Get of Fenris. Thank Gaia you're a Fury, kid."

Myra's face ticks for a moment at the names that get tossed at her. Completely derailed the question of waht a tribe was. There's a snort, then, she's doubled over in laughter again. "That's got to be some of the funniest things I've ever heard. People actually call themselves that?"

KL grins back at Helen, and then suddenly does a double-take. "You know," she says slowly, "Maybe *that* piece of information would have been a good one. Very briefly, there are lots of different extended families of werewolves, called Tribes. We originate in Greece, with some limited exceptions too complicated to go into now, we're all women, and we're called the Black Furies." Her voice gets louder, so it carries over Myra's laughter.

Melodie grins. "Si. I'm actually half-greek, on my father's side. I guess the names are kinda silly? But they're really old. I guess it's a translation, the originals are prolly in greek or something. But that's the name we all use today. We're the Black Furies, Daughters of Pegasus."

"It'd be fun to figure out why we are called what we are," muses Helen in a rare thoughtful moment. "My mom is-- uhhh, was, Greek. Sort of. Her parents were from Greece," she adds, looking down to pick at her fingernail, frowning to herself. "Should we give her the tribal run-down?"

KL peels herself off the wall. "Go for it," she says, with a grin. "I'm going for a shower. Too much exercise." A grin is flashed at Mel. "If you get desperate for somewhere to put her to sleep..." She pauses. "Wait, rephrase, for somewhere for her to sleep, she can have my bed temporarily. I'll find somewhere else to crash."

Myra's too busy laughing to really take in much of it. "Oh yay, more bad names for me to laugh at...Shadow Lords sounds like somethin' out of a bad roleplaying game."

Melodie waves to KL. "We'll take care of her, sure! Go ahead and crash out." She seems to be delighted at Myra's reaction. "I know, I know! And 'Get of Fenris'? Fenris is this big wolf spirit, see. But don't laugh at those guys, they're all super serious. An' kinda misogynistic."

KL gives a little wave and heads upstairs.


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