Time/Date :It is currently 06:40 Pacific Time on Fri Jan 4 2008.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 42 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 28.97 and falling, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (26% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
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.
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.
The tea kettle is whistling this morning as Zeke rummages in the tea bin to find the flavor he's after. A moment longer and the singing pot gets moved to a cool burner and he goes back to his search. "Where is the black tea?"
"It's a total and utter fucking disaster!" KL bursts into the kitchen. She's dressed only in a towel, wrapped around torso, more or less, and being held together by her right hand, arm bent behind her back. "I'm out of clothes, and we appear to be out of washing powder."
Zeke looks over his shoulder at the Ahroun, "Hand wash them using bar soap." The jackaled suggestion comes out quietly and simply stated. "I need to speak with you on something."
KL blinks, and sits down. "Bleh. Handwashing. I'll wear the dirty ones," she decides. "What about? Sounds important." She studies the metis, looking worried.
"It is." He clears his throat again (with no avail) and finally finds the right tea packet. It is dumped into the cup and the water poured over it. "You want a cup? This talk is about Kavi. And what happened with Alesia."
"What?" KL says. "What did Kavi do to Alesia?" Conclusions. Jumping. "Uh, no to the tea. I'll just have some milk." She stands and heads towards the fridge, still holding her towel together with her hand.
The metis seems mostly unbothered by the towel wearing Ahroun, though he's trying to keep his eyes distracted in other directions to make it easier. "The night of the attack, tensions ran high in the caern. Alesia instructed Kavi to do something, and he snapped. Not frenzied. Snapped. He fired a weapon at her." He holds up a hand, "Now she is not angered by that so much as she is angered that so many weaver creations were in the caern. But Melodie and I spoke on the matter, and talked to his alpha, Lefty about it. Remember she said that he had been abused by Furies? She told us the story. It's horrific KL. Like nothing I have heard of. What his blood tribe did to him sounds like something the Dancers would do, not the Mother's children. Lefty said his mind is lost between the trauma of the past and now. He lapses. Much like what happened with you. I strongly believe that it is our responsibility to work toward fixing the problem our tribe sisters created. We need to find someone with the ability to Soothe the Scars."
KL pulls the milk out from the fridge, and walks back and sets it on the table. "He did what?" she asks. "No. I mean, yes, we'll try and fix him, but I don't think we have anyone who knows it, now that Laura and Leslie have left, and I for one am not prepared to go and ask another Sept for it. Well, actually, it would be good to know generally, but not for this specific case."
"If Kavi can't be brought to sound mind KL." He pauses, "I've suggested that rite of the stolen wolf be done on him until another solution can be found, or a more serious decision made. A garou that cannot see reality in front of him, is a danger to us, to our kin, and to our veil." Zeke sits down and sips at his tea. "I've told Melodie and Alesia that we are to avoid him, and do nothing to harm him. In any capacity. Lefty has been instructed that she is on guard duty and to not leave him unattended. I am glad that Alesia is not looking for blood, but the Half Moon very well may. The Furies need to unite and stand up to right the wrong they created."
The Fury Ahroun slaps the table, forcefully. Her eyes are hard, and her face is set like stone. "No," she says, slowly. "We do not. We do not know what our *sisters* did, or why they did it. We do not *know* what the reason was. And we will not admit that it is wrong until *evidence*, and not just the witterings of the feeble-brained, is presented to us. But in the mean time, you are right. Kavi is a danger to other Garou, not just us. And I will stand by my promise to Lefty to have nothing to do with him. But if he does something like this again - attacks a Fury unprovoked, then I will kill him."
Zeke growls back at KL, perhaps the first time the metis has shown such backbone. "You will not touch him! He will be questioned under the truth of Gaia and Lefty is working on that. She told us what they did. Let me lay it out to you. [CENSORED] Zeke growls. "Unprovoked hmm? Tell me who threw the first stone in this?"
The Fury listens to this speech, the furrow in her brow deepening by the second. "I don't give a flying fuck what *he says* happened to him in the past," she says, taking a step closer to Zeke. "And while that all sounds pretty horrible, this is a *war*. And you do not fucking well tell me what I may or may fucking well not do." She folds her arms over her chest...a gesture not good for towel position maintenance. It's still held over her front, but not her rear.
"Why not. You're not my elder. You're not my alpha. And you're not my superior. As a Philodox, I am telling you that nothing will be done to him until it is sorted out. If you want to go against that. So be it KL. Then you will have your own questions to answer to." Zeke glares back at her, "This is not the kind of story someone makes up. And if you think the Furies do not treat their men like this... then look at Alexander. Tell me he is not cowed into total submission? We -do- injustice to them simply for being male. It's wrong."
"And *you* are not *my* superior," KL spits back. "And we are the way we are because for centuries women *have* been abused. *Are still* being abused. I have *never* mistreated Alexander. And you - " she stabs her finger at Zeke...and the towel hits the deck " - are being a fucking traitor. We are *garou* and it is in our nature that the weak submit to the strong. Gender doesn't matter." She gestures at the door. "Out there, gender *does* fucking well matter. And the balance sheet is pretty fucking loaded on one side."
The metis erupts up into Glabro, snarling as he stops himself short of his warform. "FUCK YOU. I am not a traitor!!" And then the towel drops, and the metis is just staring at the naked form of the Ahroun. There's a wide horror to his eyes, and flooded with such a mix of emotions, his reaction is to lash out. He shoves at her, the jackals voice screeching now. "I will not submit to you just because you are stronger. No! FUCK YOU KL, FUCK YOU!"
KL takes a step back as she's shoved, and then she's moving unbelievably fast, shifting to Crinos in the blink of an eye, and launching an attack against Zeke, jumping towards him, swinging her paws - curiously, with the claws turned in - in a flurry of blows at his head, at the same time using her greater bodyweight in an attempt to bring him down to the kitchen floor.
Zeke growls out, and as KL moves to Crinos, so too does he. ~Can't even fight fair!?~ The blows land against his head easily, but they do not stop him just yet. He's too angry and frustrated, and as the fight thickens, he finds more fuel for the cause. He goes lower as those blows rain from above, trying to wrap arms around her legs and pushing in hope of tipping /her/ back in the other direction.
Alexander's car comes up the driveway, spitting out the kinsman after the engine falls silent. Gathering up several bags, he heads over the the Furyhouse. He knocks, then pushes open the door a bit, without really waiting for a reply. A little unusual for the Fury kin, but probably has to do with the multiple heave bags in his arms. "Hello? I do apologize for intruding. But I did not want to put these..." And the man trails off at what he sees, skin taking on a rather greenish overtone, as the two Garou start fighting. Unsurprisingly, he reeks of fear.
Escapes lets out a growl of rage. ~THIS IS FAIR~ she bellows at him, redoubling her efforts to get him to the floor. She drops a hand, pushes against the workbench, and then snarls, as she kicks in a Gift to attempt to unbalance the Metis further.
The use of the gift proves more than the metis can counter, and like a slam from an invisible force, it tips his balance and he goes backwards. He lets go of the other as fast as possible, and knowing that if she gets on top of him it will not go well, starts kicking out his legs even as he lands. Thrash thrash.
Alexander goes even more pale, then he leaves his bags behind as he flees the house.
Escapes scrabbles desperately, knowing that if she's to get the metis to submit, she really needs to get on top of him. She's still got her claws folded, as she aims a couple of cuffs at his head with one hand while grappling with the other.
The Ahroun has experience, ferocity and flexibility on her side. The metis puts up a good fight, but pinned on the ground he can't even get his arms up to block the blows landing on his head. He bucks wildly, but the other keeps planted on his torso and all Zeke can do is aim snapping teeth at those hands as they come down repeatedly to hit him. Finally, the blows start to dizzy him, and one cuff sends him loopy enough that his eyes roll and his head tips back, causing the rest of his actions to cease.
As soon as Speaks-Up falls stops moving, Escapes stops hitting him, and slowly drops back to homid. "Zeke," she says, kneeling over him - stark naked, her voice a bit desperate. "Zeke, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Are you OK? Can you hear me?"
The crinos form of Zeke looks like a boxer that took a blow too hard to the head. His tongue is lulled out the side of his muzzle and he's blinking frantically. He's breathing hard too, and as the other returns to homid and the weight lessens, he lets out a jackaled whine. His form returns to homid as well, and he shuffles and scrambles to try and get out from under the other, his head turned clearly away from her.
"Tell me you forgive me?" KL says. "I'm sorry." She doesn't really resist him getting out from beneath her, but she's not actively getting off either.
The room smells vaguely of terrified kinsman. His packages have been left by the door, which remains ever so slightly ajar.
Things just aren't unfolding well for the metis. Adrenaline still coursing through him and KL returned to her homid form proves to be an unhealthy combination. He gets a little more frantic in his want to be away from her. "Get your towel KL-rhya," is his only response.
"Why? I'm not cold," KL asks. "And pleaseplease. KL. Always, just KL." She looks at the bags. "Alex!" she exclaims, and runs to the ajar door. "Alex?" she calls out, leaning around it. "Alex! It's safe! Come back!"
When KL leaves him, he seems to find some great relief, and he pulls himself up and shuffles to sit leaned up against the fridge door. Hands go up to his head, one on each side and tug at his hat. He looks mighty uncomfortable, the kind of sit-shifting caused by a restlessness of the waist and legs.
Alexander is long gone, unfortunately. The bags, if anyone looks, contain a set of professional-grade knives, some nice pots and pans, and a few other kitchen instruments. Seems the kinsman was intent on upgrading the tools in the Fury's kitchen.
KL looks mournfully around the front lawn, and then closes the door behind her. "Oh," she says, looking at the bags. "Oh." She holds up the knives. "Look at these, Zeke. I'm going to have to go and say sorry to him later." A twist of her lips. "After I finish saying sorry to you." She walks towards him, looking serious. "I will be guided by you on the Kavi issue. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."
Zeke can't seem to look at her just yet, but his voice is back. "Just, just avoid him. If, if he is frenzying or acting out of place, stop him. But don't kill him." He swallows hard now, shifting and squirming some more. "I should go downstairs. Or you should get dressed." That hat keeps getting tugged on.
"Why?" KL asks, before finally twigging, a bit. "Why does my being naked bother you? I mean, I confess I'm getting a bit cold, but Fury rituals are usually done naked, and I've got colder than this. You're family. I don't mind being naked around you at all."
Zeke looks away, a blush hitting his cheeks. "Because." He flounders on this now. "I don't. I mean, I never did. It." He huffs, "It didn't used to bother me. I can't talk about it. Fury rites are not usually with men around."
KL blinks. "You find me attractive?" she asks, a bit surprised. She goes and gets her towel from where it lays on the floor and wraps it around her torso again.
Zeke bites down harder, fingers tugging at that hat. His left hand fumbling with the loss of the last two fingers as he does so. "No." He coughs out. "I mean. Not that you aren't." He shivers, still restless. "I shouldn't be bothered. I know. I can't help it."
The Ahroun sits down on a chair. "I think I'll take that as just about a compliment," she says, lightly. "Zeke, don't worry about it. What on earth gave you the idea you weren't allowed to have urges? To want to have relationships? Just because you're metis, doesn't mean a life without...contact." She looks concernedly at Zeke. "You're not the right sort of personality for me, even if we were allowed to, which we're not. But you're good-looking. All we have to do is find you the *right* kin."
Zeke grits his teeth. "Why would I think I am not allowed to? Because that is what I have been told for my whole life KL. By Furies. By my home sept. By half moon, and since Roxanne, even by my packmates. A metis is not allowed." His eyes close, "Especially not me."
"Well that's just fucking stupid," KL says. "They're wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Maybe you should be careful, and not rush into something too quickly, but they are wrong." She nods firmly. "And one day I will be senior enough to give you *official* permission."
Zeke snorts, "Doesn't matter. It's not like kin would want anything to do with a metis anyway. But thanks." With the towel back in place, he spares a glance at the Ahroun. "Are we alright?"
"If you've forgiven me for slapping you lots," KL says, smiling. "And for...what I said and didn't mean." She looks serious. "I am sorry."
Zeke looks to her and nods. "The brawl is easier to forgive. But. Yes, forgiven. I should stop being so loud. It was less frustrating when I was quiet all the time."
KL laughs. "Don't. Don't go back to being all quiet." She shrugs, a maneuver that puts the towel rather at risk again. "Don't think that just because you might get screamed at that that's an excuse for not saying what you think. You are a cliath of the Black Furies, a hero of the sept. You have the right to say what you want. And cope with the consequences, bad and good. Like the rest of us do."
"Except my coping means I always lose," he offers. Another little shift and finally the metis seems able to stand up. "You have to keep helping me with the fighting stuff. No one ever screams at someone then challenges them to chess to sort it out."
"Sure," KL says. "You were making some progress yesterday. I guess "wrestling in crinos" could be today's lesson." She smiles. "Look, I will go and put some clothes on, but then...basement?"
Zeke nods his head, "Alright. I'm going to. Get a quick walk in the courtyard and then I will be down there."