Time/Date :It is currently 06:53 Pacific Time on Mon Jan 7 2008.

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

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.83 and rising, and the relative humidity is 88 percent. The dewpoint is 29 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (5% 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 currently wearing a pair of leather pants, so tight that they might have been spray-painted onto her legs, fastened at the waist with a black leather belt with a large buckle. On her upper half she's wearing a black vest top - if her jacket is off, the tattoo on her left arm is clearly visible, and the one on her back partially so. On her feet are a pair of ankle boots, also black, with about two-inch block heels. Over it all, possibly, is a rather snazzy black leather jacket.
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.

Early morning in the Fury House, and with many of the others still asleep, or out gathering berries, KL has cleared some space in the main room and is currently balanced on one foot, the other leg extended parallel to the floor. Her arms are outstretched, and - perhaps surprisingly - she's wobbling. The cause of the wobbling will be almost immediately apparent - she's wearing a pair of heeled ankle boots.

Zeke comes up from his small abode in the basement. He's wearing just a tee shirt, short sleeved even, but his beanie hat is on. He looks groggy and the lack of covering leaves his darkened arms visible. Of course, while that might be something to gawk at, the sight he finds upstairs leaves /him/ staring. "What are you doing?" his voice returned, the metis Fury still occasionally clears his throat.

"Morning, Zeke," KL greets, waving, then wobbling slightly more. She slowly lowers her leg. "I was, um, figuring out if I could reasonable fight in these clothes. It's all Basil's fault. He took me to a club thing. Was setting me up with someone. Didn't work out though - she was nice, but... not kin. And I felt like a stressed up little ball, trying not to let my rage show. Bad." She grimaces. "But anyway, I thought these - " she pats her legs " - looked cool, and might provide protection in a normal fight. So I was trying to figure out if I could move reasonably. I think I can!"

Zeke looks over his tribemate, at first with innocent intent to gauge the answer. Then he gets to the pants and the way they cling to each and every curve of her well shaped legs, hips and ... he clears his throat again. "I would not recommend such. You cannot hardly keep your balance."

There's a soft and quick rap on the door.

"I can so," KL hisses back, then grins. "Well, nearly. Bit more practice." And she heads over to the door, opening it the barest crack, and then peering through. "Oh! Lefty!" she says, pulling the door back further. She smiles a greeting, though not without some reserve in her eyes, and steps back to allow the Gnawer access.

Zeke looks over to the door, seemingly thankful for the distraction. "Lefty, is everything going well for your packmate thus far?" Yes, nice topic change, good focus point. Look at the nice Gnawer.

Lefty flashes KL a grin and waving to the Fury with her good hand. "Thanks," she says, for the entry, and then turns to ask, "Zeke around?" Before she even finishes the question, she sees the metis and her grin widens further. "Hey kid. Everything's going well, yeah. He's calmer. Thought I'd drop by and ask if Lara'd had a chance to talk to you yet?"

KL closes the door behind Lefty, and asks "Is this Kavi?" with a studied indifference. "Drink anyone? Coffee, Milk, Tea, OJ?" She starts to head towards the kitchen, looking back over her shoulder for an answer.

Zeke is looking anywhere but in KL's direction, "Milk, please." He turns back to Lefty fully, staring at her in a way that suggests he finds her the most wonderful thing in the world to look at. Like puppies in their first snow fall or something. Not yet, no. I was babysitting for a time, then I returned here. It went well?"

Lefty's come to the Fury house with a specific purpose. Because of that, her concentration's been on the metis, but as KL turns to head toward the kitchen, she gets the Gnawer's attention. Lefty doubletakes, staring at KL's backside, and it's several moments before she shakes the image clear of her mind, clears her throat, and turns back to Zeke. "Uh, oh, yeah. I've been babysitting myself. Kavi I mean. But Jacob's filling in for the moment." To KL, she answers, "Coffee for me, please?" Once again, the Gnawer is caught staring at the departing Fury in a way she probably shouldn't. And because she's Zeke's focus, the metis gets an eye full of the Gnawer getting an eye full.

KL seems oblivious to the interest in her rear. "Right, one coffee, two milks, coming right up," she flashes a grin, and continues on her way. There is the *slightest* hint of extra care about the way she's walking, but there's still a fair amount of grace and poise. And she hasn't fallen over yet.

Rather than harp at the other, or get high and mighty with his half moon ways, he just tilts his head to the side. "Yeah. I know." He huffs, folding his arms across his chest and turning a quick glance in the opposite direction of both KL and Lefty. Again the throat is cleared, though his voice is back to normal now. "I'll see if I can find her today. I was helping search the grounds for the missing round as well."

That brings Lefty's attention back to the metis quickly. "Any luck?" she asks, refocused.

In the kitchen, the sounds of coffee-making can be heard - crockery, kettle, occasional swearing.

Zeke shakes his head, "The bigger concern is the erupted mace. There's work to get the chemicals out of the caern. There is another bit of bad news though, regarding our help for your packmate. It seems no one here knows the rite."

Lefty's been couped up for several days, now. She gives Zeke a confused look with a furrowed brow. "Mace?" she asks, clearly out of the loop. The other news comes as little less of a shock. She deflates a little, nonetheless, and then nods. "I had thought that that might be the case. What do we do now?"

KL returns from the kitchen, with a mug of steaming coffee and two glasses of milk balanced on a tray. And an intense look of concentration on her face. She manages the journey, and sets it down in front of the the other two. "See, told you," she says to Zeke, then looks to Lefty. "How long...reasonably...are you prepared to wait?" she asks. "It's just, later this year, I might have something to give to someone as a sort of token of goodwill to my old Sept, and they might be willing to teach someone - even a non-Fury, as a result."

Zeke lifts a shoulder, and as KL offers the milk, takes it and guzzles it down as if he were trying to douse a fire in his mouth with it. "We could seek out a Fury who knows it down at Steel Angels, or Western Eye. I would offer to go, but I am not the best candidate."

Lefty latches on to KL's offer like a bloodhound. "Really?" she says, thanking the Fury for both the coffee and that offer with a grateful look. "That would be fantastic. The sooner the better, though. The longer he waits, the less patient both he and everyone else is going to be, I think. So." She shrugs. Then, turning to Zeke, she nods. "Sounds good, yeah."

KL counts on her fingers, "October or November. Maybe way too late," she says, eventually. She looks at Zeke. "Without that, it'll have to be Alesia. Or maybe Mel, but Alesia's the better choice. I mean, can you imagine the rest of us? Nike : "Get better". Me : "Get the Fuck better". Helen : "If I put on this funny nose, you'll get better.". You : "I don't have any right to ask you to get better. Oh the angst."" She flashes a grin at Zeke, her nose twitching.

Zeke nods to KL, "I would like to learn the rite, I just do not know if other Furies, at other places would be willing to teach it to me. I could go to my mother's sept, in Oregon? One of them may know it."

Lefty stares at KL, her grin slowly widening. The glint in her eye suggests she admires the Furies ability to joke around like that. She then latches back onto Zeke. "That could be ideal, Zeke. Seriously. It might be our best option."

KL's brow furrows, and she asks Zeke "How does..." a glance at Lefty "...the packmate in question react to you, Zeke? I mean, you're not...exactly like us." A point at her chest with a finger. "But you are a Fury. Is it better, or not different?"

Zeke nods to Lefty, "I will see if I can get in touch with her." KL's question brings a sad look to him, "Just as badly I imagine. He does not, cower? If that's what happens with you, but there is so much anger in him."

Lefty has to agree with that, and it brings a quiet grimace to the Gnawer's visage. "I'm hoping that the work we're doing with him will help. so that perhaps he will be able to sit with Zeke, or someone, and go through this. That's my hope, anyway. But I'd need a patient Fury to help with it."

The Fury Ahroun has the guts to look embarrassed, and stares at the floor. "He did sort of cower, but then I was shouting at him at the time." She takes a drink from her glass of milk, and looks at Lefty. "A patient Fury. Definitely not me. But if there is anything useful I can do that doesn't take like nine months, do ask."

Zeke nods. "Patience I could manage, so long as he's able and willing to let a Fury work with him. I can understand though, why that will be hard."

Lefty gives KL a sympathetic look and nods. "Oh, he's willing, Zeke. I've spent the last few days with him, and the whole episode with Alesia? It weighs heavily on him. He won't come out of his room for fear of doing something he'll regret. He /wants/ this fixed. Which I think is the most important thing."

KL nods, though she doesn't seem too enthusiastic. "If you go, Zeke, and you do manage to learn it, you should definitely teach it when you get back," she says, draining her glass, and leaning back on her chair, putting her arms behind her head.

Zeke nods, "That is a good sign Lefty. I'll make a few calls today." He looks down then, growing sullen and a little concerned.

Lefty practically beams. She hasn't drank a lot of the coffee, yet, but now she takes a sip. "Thanks. Thanks, both of you. I appreciate this. I think I'm gonna head back to the city now, though. I don't like to stay away too long right now. So. Call me when you know more?"

Zeke nods. "I will Lefty." He glances from Gnawer to tightly panted tribemate, brows pinching together somewhat uncomfortably.

KL smiles at Lefty, and nods. "I don't like telephones very much, but I am in town occasionally. So you know, message running is about all I'm useful for." She looks back to Zeke and stares. "What *is* up with you?" she demands.

Lefty looks between the two, and the amused little smirk suggests she has an idea of the metis' problem. Clearing her throat, she says to Zeke, "By the way, welcome back." Her good hand gestures to his throat. As she approaches the door to make her escape, she leans closer to the metis to add, "My offer still stands, too. Just drop by and we'll talk about stuff."

Well that finally snaps the metis, "Up with me? I feel like I am one of the only Garou that dresses like a damn warrior of Gaia and not some... some Shakira backup dancer! First Salee, now you, Basil, it's... distracting! That is what is up with me, and you want to fight in it? Well you best let me and everyone else go in first, and leave you, the Ahroun in the back. Because you going first is going to draw all eyes to your a.. rear!"

And then KL is on her feet, jabbing a finger towards Zeke. "I will dress how I fucking well want and no repressed fuck up is going to fucking well tell me what I can and fucking well can't do." KL yells at him. "And the fact that you fucking well like looking at my fucking ass is..." Her voice trails off. "Really flattering, actually." She looks sympathetically at Zeke. "We really need to find you a girlfriend soon. But you can't tell me what to wear. And I'm not a warrior of Gaia all the time."

Lefty's eyes widen at the ahroun. She backs up a step or two, and when she switches gears, the Gnawer offers a slightly amused and slightly disconcerted laugh. "that's what I said!" she tells KL. About the girl friend thing, not the rest. Anyway. I'm out of here. I'll talk to you soon, I hope." She nods to Zeke, grinning and turns for the door.

Zeke moves to smack that finger away, "Stop with the jabbing already! You can wear what you want, but I have every right to say I don't like it. And if I get myself killed because my eyes are on your leather pants instead of on the enemy, I hope you feel bad!" He turns to regard Lefty, giving her a faint wave, "I'll call."

"Stand the fuck up," KL says to Zeke, but there's no bite in it. She too gives a wave to Lefty, then looks back to the Metis. "There is something I fucking well need you to understand."

Lefty, for all her hurry a minute ago, actually slows to a crawl now. She's looking back between the two furies with intense curiosity. Unless they shoo her out, she decides to hang around and watch the squaring off.

With an aggravated huff, Zeke pushes himself up off the couch and turns to look at KL. Those arms fold over his chest once more, bare and showing the evidence of their darker hue. There seems to be a sense of familiarity in Zeke's posture, and while the Ahroun has her voice raised and her F-bomb set to rapid fire, he doesn't seem concerned of imposing beating or frenzy. "What?"

Melodie appears at the top of the stairs, dressed in pink pajamas and looking sleepy. "Morning." she mumbles.

"I haven't quite worked out if you're my brother or my sister, but the point is the same," KL fires at him. "I love you, but just like brothers and sisters...are supposed to. You have to flick the same switch in your head." She smiles warmly at him. "Morning Melodie," the Fury Ahroun says, without taking her eyes off Zeke.

Lefty doesn't quite look disappointed, but there is a slouch of her shoulders at KL's sudden softness. MElodie's voice draws her attention, and she offers a wave but stays silent by the front door.

Zeke squints back at the other, "What are you talking about?" Then there's a flicker of something deeper. "You think that I? No! God, no. You don't understand this at all. Not one bit. You never will either, because you're female!" Melodie is not given any attention just now as the metis stares at KL.

Melodie wakes up enough to notice KL's outfit, and definitely gives her all of her attention, until Zeke says something stupid. "Hey! What? What's going on?"

"You're fucking right, I don't fucking well understand," KL says, notching the intensity back up a couple of steps. "One moment you are telling me that my fucking ass is too fucking distracting, and the next that I'm totally fucking wrong about everything. I guess you must fucking well be male, because you make no fucking sense and yet expect me to fucking well conform to your fucking expectations."

Lefty's grin widens a bit. She leans against the door, continuing to simply watch and observe.

Zeke lets out a groan, "I'm not after you KL! You're my sister. That doesn't change the fact that you, dressing like that, does things. Gets reactions. And... and you act like it doesn't, or shouldn't and I'm not wired that way okay? Especially not right now. And no man is! I- Forget it. Just. Forget it. Dress how you want, I'll stay away from you when it becomes too distracting."

Melodie grins a little. "Zeke's got a point, KL, you're smokin' hot like that. But I'm not complaining! It's no sin to look, huh? I feel really underdressed, though." She looks down at her pink flannel.

"It's Basil's fault," KL says, coming down in intensity again. "He took me to this club, which was kind of sleazy to be honest. And there was this girl who looked a bit like E... who was really hot, and he tried to set us up." KL plops back down in her seat. "And I learnt that I can't ever date anyone who isn't kin."

Lefty chimes in now, exposing the fact that, hey, the Gnawer hasn't left yet, and also ganging up on poor KL. "Yep. He /does/ have a point. H may be metis, but he's still a young male with a dick. And hell, I'm 46, and even I can tell....you /are/ smoking hot." With a wink, the Gnawer makes her escape before the ahroun can react to hotly. she heads for the door again.

Zeke lets out a sigh and moves back to fall into his own chair. "Well kin aren't as likely to gauge you on how many of your curves they can plot through your leather pants." His hands come up to rub at his face and he looks from leather wearing KL to flannel donning Melodie. "Sorry. Just, not used to these... reactions. Didn't always have to deal with them, not until." He clears his throat. "Apparently, men need only to see something once, and they can visualize it fairly easy forever after. Especially so when things are so well, traced."

Melodie boggles at Lefty briefly, as if 46 is older than she thought possible. She laughs at Zeke. "It's not just men! But maybe being, um, aroused is more distracting, with a, thing." She starts to blush furiously. "Um. Did something bad happen at the club, KL?"

"No, no," KL says with a wave of her hand. "Nothing bad, other than me getting... it's like I was so aware of what could happen, of trying to not show the rage, I was tying myself in knots." She pauses. "Unlike some of the people there, who were tying knots on other people. Very dodgy." She looks dubious. "It's not the same with kin. All I have to worry about is not frenzying, not hiding what I am."

Zeke nods to Melodie first, "Yeah. Maybe that is it." It's a little awkward for him though, and he takes in a deep breath. "KL, you are trying too hard. Spend your time with Alexander or Dre or whatever other kin you'd like to, and stop trying to run it on a time schedule. Things will happen as they should. You're trying to make too many decisions at once."

Melodie looks a little confused. "Sometimes, it's fun just to dance with a stranger, an' have people appreciate you. I don't think I could pull off that look, though. I'm just cute, not sexy." She frowns.

KL smiles at Melodie. "Don't knock yourself," she says. "Zeke," she sighs. "No, I'm not. But I can understand why you think that, and I'm not sure you can understand the explanations I could give you." She pauses. "It's not about decisions. It's about..." her voice trails off and she looks away from the other two, turning her head away from them.

Melodie makes her way towards the kitchen, to brew some morning tea. "Maybe I could understand you, KL? I mean, I'm a girl too. If you wanna talk and such." She cleans out some of the sleep-gunk from her right eye absently.

Zeke looks to KL and raises a brow. "Could try explaining it. I'm not always as dumb as I look actually." He smirks at this.

"OK," KL says, "But you've got to listen and not interrupt." She takes a deep breath. "There's lots of things going on at once, but I'm only in control of some of them. People cross the road to avoid me. You've both seen it. I can only go into shops by working really hard to batten everything down, and even then it's about 50-50 that I get served. So for years I was like, fuck the world. I had a boyfriend for a bit, but it was junior school sweetheart stuff. And I had a big crush on someone, but couldn't do anything about it." She pauses, thinking. "That's a bit off track. All of a sudden, it's like suddenly I'm attractive. And it makes me feel good, powerful. I *like* it. And yeah, I'm pushing too hard. But it's like learning a new gift. And so I won't apologise for that. And by the way, sex is fun." She flashes a grin. "Next bit. I want to have a baby. This isn't some whim, I've been planning it for more than six months. I want to become a mother *before* I get killed. And there are other things I want that spring off that." She shakes her head. "So, there you go. Does that make any sense at all to either of you?"

Melodie listens, nodding. When she gets to the mother bit, Melodie beams. "Oh, that makes perfect sense! Babies are wonderful, you should totally have one." She comes back into the room proper, with a nice hot cup of tea. "Sometimes I kinda think I don't really understand all I should about being a woman, because I'm not a mother yet." She seems to fully approve of KL's ambitions.

Zeke listens carefully, and doesn't interupt as requested. When he looks up to her, there's honesty in his gaze. "Outside the part of planning to have a baby? Every single part of it makes perfect sense to me KL. You'd probably be surprised how much I can relate. Actually." He settles in the chair a little more.

The Ahroun flashes her grin again. "Anyway, I've decided. Not just on the baby thing. The boots get saved for dates and special occasions. The pants stay. I like them." She crosses her ankles in front of her. "But I'll tone it down around you, Zeke. Promise. *And* you should meet a nice kin girl too."

Melodie asks, "Do you want a boyfriend, then? Or just, you know, to get pregnant? I think, with the tribe, we can raise kids just fine. Oh, oh, and we got a new kin that showed up, she's a midwife! An' she has a little girl, too. You should totally meet her. Both of you!" She's clearly getting wired up.

Zeke stands up then, "Nice kin girls are for nice Garou that aren't metis." He glances between the girls again and then gives a little grin, "I'll figure it out though. And make sure my eyes get used to your leather trousers. New kin? I think for now, I'm going for a walk. Fresh air, all that."

KL nods. "I should go and get changed, have a shower and all that. I've spent three days watching dead meat rotting on the bawn." She stands up and starts to head upstairs, but then thinks better of it. "I meant it, Zeke. That bit in the middle of all the swearing. I suspect I'm going to shout at you lots in the future too, but remember that bit." A smile at Mel, and then she's off upstairs.

Melodie watches KL go proudly. As well as admiring that ass go up the stairs.

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