Time/Date : It is currently 06:45 Pacific Time on Thu Jan 3 2008.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.59 and falling, and the relative humidity is 100 percent. The dewpoint is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (33% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
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.
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.
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.
On the back of her right hand, the legend "Be Nicer To People" is etched in black pen.
Morning in the Fury House sees KL pouring milk over what appears to be bran flakes. The Ahroun seems to be in very good spirits - humming quietly to herself as she makes breakfast. The legend etched on the back of her hand has faded somewhat, but it's still legible.
The front door opens and one Ezekiel Hess enters. The humming catches his attention and he looks over to the girl and her cereal. He's sans hat today, and while he looks much better than he did a few nights ago, he is still in the process of mending final scars away. His left hand though is missing his entire pinky finger, and most of the ring finger. The flesh has healed over the ends of this wound suggesting this is permanent.
KL looks up from her cereal and does a double take...at the same time, pouring milk over the table. "Zeke!" she exclaims. "Is that a battlescar? Cool! You were in the fire?" And that's the point she notices the flood of milk dripping onto the floor. "Oh fuck," she says resignedly, stopping pouring.
Zeke blinks at the other and hurries over to help with the mess. A towel is gathered and brought to the Ahroun as he gives her a faint nod. "Seems so." Once the towel is given he looks to the coat peg and reaches out to grab one of his spare beanies. It's pulled down on his head as he lets out a sigh of contentment. "Yes, I was at the farmhouse when it happened."
The Ahroun mops up the milk quickly. "Idiot," she says. "Me, I mean, not you. What happened?" She looks serious. "Did everyone make it? I haven't heard. Glad you're alive."
Zeke nods, "Everyone did. Cedric was shot, Laora was gravely injured, and Chris was pretty bad off. Do you recall a Mathias? A disenchanted Garou from this Sept? He came back with silver and fire, and sought his revenge."
KL shakes her head slowly. "Only very vaguely. Good," she gives a definite nod. "I'm glad I don't remember him very well. He dead? Who got him? How did you get the scar?" she fires the questions at the Philodox, though not particularly aggressively.
Zeke nods his head, "He's dead, Reggie took him down. The fingers? I think the traitorous Fang bit them off. He had an army of children, loaded with silver and suicide bombs." He frowns at this, shaking his head, "It was horrible to see."
"You fought against an evil fang, surrounded by suicide bombers and silver?" KL asks, slowly. "Idiot! You could have been killed!" A pause. "I'm proud to belong to the same tribe as you."
Zeke flinche at that, and cows his head. It seems this was a response he might have been waiting for. Only after that pause does he look up, glancing at her to see if there is anger in her eyes. "I only was hit by one silver shot," he admits.
"Only," KL says, smiling at him. "You hero." She looks at the table, with the cereal on it. "Want some breakfast? We have cereal, or I could do some bacon and eggs if you felt like it."
Zeke perks up a little at this, nodding. "I am pretty hungry. Cereal is fine though. Do we have any peaches left?" He moves to sit down at the table, licking at his lips. "Reggie was the hero. I am fairly sure he saved my life by finishing the traitor off while I was fighting him. He'd set the farmhouse on fire, there was no escape from the back and the front was covered with snipers. But I saw him, I saw where he was shooting from. So I went for him."
KL gets another bowl, and pours the cereal for Zeke. "You can pour your own milk," she says. "I can't be relied upon to hit the bowl, apparently." She wrinkles her nose angrily. "The least they could do is rescind your unfair punishment."
Zeke frowns, nodding. "I do not agree with their reasons for my punishment." He reaches out to open the milk up again and poor it into the bowl. It gets closed and the spoon is taken. "Basil thinks I have earned a new name."
"Sounds like it to me," KL says, lightly. "Saves-the-cubs? Smacks-The-Fang? Something like that?" She grins, and sits down opposite him, laying in to her own cereal pile. "Interesting. I mean, it doesn't surprise me that they decided they had to do something, even though you'd done nothing wrong but... old "One-Punishment" strikes again."
"One-Punishment?" he asks, narrowing his gaze at his tribemate. He quickly adds in, "Basil was saying along the lines of Breaks the Rotten Fang or Breaks the Wyrm's Fang or the like."
"Haven't you noticed?" KL says, grinning not entirely pleasantly. "No matter what someone does wrong, they get the same punishment - Voice of the Jackal. I have a sneaking suspicion it's the only punishment rite in the Sept." She raises an eyebrow at Basil's suggestion. "Mmm. Do you want to be known as "Breaks" or "Rotten" or "The Wyrm"? I mean, they're good names, and I like the idea, but perhaps something that shortens better?"
Zeke grins, "Any ideas? I think I want a new name. Because I need to move forward. Start over." He clears his throat, "The jackals voice is mild compared to many punishments. It is not a bad thing necessarily."
KL's expression is an example of how to express "Yeah, right" without saying anything. Her brow furrows as she thinks hard. "Smites the Fallen Fang", she suggests, raising her eyebrows. ""Smites" is a good name."
Zeke shakes his head, "Sounds like a character from Peter Pan." He shovels some more food into his mouth, seeming nearly famished by the way he mows down. "If we went with Basil's, I could be Fang-Breaker. Is that bad?"
"Might irritate the Silver Fangs," KL points out. "But that's not necessarily a bad thing - after all, it was their fuckup that caused this." She shrugs. "Actually, Fang-Breaker isn't too bad as a shortening." She finishes her cereal with a flourish.
Zeke nods, "That was my only concern about the name." He smiles a little. "Do you think Nike will be upset with what I did?"
The Ahroun blinks and looks confused. "You have brought honour and glory upon our tribe," she says. "Why on earth would she be upset with you?" She stares at Zeke, eyes wide.
"For being a fool? Chris said I was being a fucking hero. I do not think he meant it in encouragement." The spoon slows. "I am no fighter, no Ahroun. And what good I can do with my claws is limited. I took a pretty wild risk."
"You risked yourself to save others," KL says. "And to obey the litany. Combat the Wyrm. Yes, it may not have been your *wisest* moment ever, but it was honourable and glorious." She pauses. "Most of our most honourable and glorious moments are not our wisest. You did what you thought you had to do. And the outcome was all good, if you discount the Farmhouse burning. Nobody will seriously second guess you. And Nike is an Ahroun. She will understand this." This last sentence is not, perhaps, said with the conviction of the earlier ones.
Zeke nods his head, "I hope so. Lefty said I should rename myself Fingers." He laughs now, keeping it low to not sound too twinging. "I told Basil I would not take the new name until the jackals voice is gone. I have two more days yet."
KL grins at Lefty's suggestion. "More cereal, or are you done?" she asks. "Do you know where Cedric is, by the way? I should go and see him."
Zeke shakes his head, "I don't. I think they took them to the caern, but Reggie only took me as far as the creek. I haven't seen any of the others yet, from the fight." He looks to his bowl and ponders again,
Zeke shakes his head, "I don't. I think they took them to the caern, but Reggie only took me as far as the creek. I haven't seen any of the others yet, from the fight." He looks to his bowl and ponders again, "I'm satisfied. KL. Do you think you could work with me on finding a better way to fight?"
"Sure," KL says, collecting up the bowls and spoons and taking them to the sink. "What did you have in mind?" She looks apprasingly at the Metis. "And it what form? Crinos?"
Zeke nods. "Crinos mostly, and down to homid. I don't reach as well. I need to find a way around it."
The Fury nods definitely. "Can help you there, though having Nike around might be useful. I can show you how to turn your lack of long arms and legs into an advantage, and some tips for fighting against people bigger than you, but I can't really *be* a person bigger than you." She pauses. "Worth pointing out that Nike beat me, the only time we seriously fought."
Zeke nods, "Well Nike is a ... well she is Nike. But yes, I would like that. I always make excuses that I cannot fight well. I need to learn to fight smarter then."
"You'll never have the advantages that we Ahrouns have," KL says, running the washing-up water. "But you can still be pretty damned good." She squirts the liquid in, causing bubbles to begin to form. "Hmm. OK, stand in the middle of the room, like you're ready to be attacked."
Zeke looks up, "Now?" He gets up from the chair and moves to the middle of the room, setting up in a low posture.
KL scrubs at the bowls, flicking a glance at Zeke. "That's not bad at all, but get your weight further forward onto the balls of your feet. Remember that the first thing you're going to do, almost always, is move. You're nice and low, though. Anyone taller is going to come in over the top of you, which is to your advantage." She puts the bowls on the drying rack, and turns to face Zeke. "OK, so imagine I'm a foot taller - tall enough that you can't punch me in the face easily. What are you going to try and do when I rush you?"
"Bite. And bring you down to my playing field. It's why I went for Mathias leg first. So he could not attack from above. But he was still doing me harm faster than I was doing him." Zeke gets a little lower and leans forward a bit.
The Ahroun smiles, and steps away from the drying rack. "Perhaps the basement would be better for this," she suggests, wiping her hands dry on her jeans. "Unless you'd rather wait?"
Zeke shakes his head, "Now is good." He grins and moves down toward the basement.