Time/Date :It is currently 06:56 Pacific Time on Thu Jan 10 2008.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.82 and steady, and the relative humidity is 90 percent. The dewpoint is 44 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (15% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
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.
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.
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.
Zeke is coming up the stairs this morning with a duffel bag packed pretty fully. He's looking around to make sure he's not missed anything, and has a somewhat reserved look about him.
KL is making breakfast. Which, for KL, means following the complex recipe of "Get Bowl, Add Cereal, Add Milk". She peers around the archway, to see who's coming down the stairs. "Zeke!" she greets. Fortunately for his sanity, she's dressed more normally than the other day - jeans, t-shirt, combat boots. "Breakfast?"
Zeke looks over and gives a nod. "Yes, please. Thanks." He drops the bag and moves to the kitchen area, pulling a chair out and landing into it as his hand comes up and pulls his hat lower. He stares at his left hand, wiggling the three and a half fingers that remain. "It's amazing how much you rely on your smallest finger."
The Ahroun plonks a bowl with cereal in it in front of him, hands him a spoon, and indicates the milk in the middle of the table, before sitting down opposite. "You going today?" she asks, before taking a spoonful of her own cereal supply.
Zeke takes the bowl and uses his more solid hand for handling the milk. He pours some into the bowl and then nods. "After the meeting with the other half moons. I don't know which I am more afraid of, to be honest."
"Which what?" KL asks, with an expression of confusion on her face. "Which halfmoon?"
Zeke snorts, "That answer would be Blackriver. She'll never see me as a Philodox, only as a metis. And anything I disagree with her on will be my error." He shakes his head and spoons around the cereal bowl a bit. "I mean, attending the meeting on our current matters, or going to see my mother."
"Ah," KL says, "I see." She pauses. "I've got you something for the trip. It's not much, but I wanted...well, do you want it?" She looks a bit nervous, her head tipped on one side.
Zeke looks up with surprise laced in his gaze. He nods. In this respect, still so much the young teen: presents! "Yes?"
The Fury Ahroun smiles, and steps out to the main area, where her jacket is hanging. She returns and hands over something small and brown. "There's a very small amount of soil from the caern in it," she says, indicating the small leather bag she's just given him. The glyphs for "Black Fury" and something approximating "Hidden Walk" are on the two opposite sides of it, and it's tied at the top with a leather thong. "I don't know if it will do anything useful at all. I'm not a Theurge, and I didn't do any real ritual when I got it." She shrugs. "But think of it as a link to here, if you like."
Zeke looks to her and takes the small bag in hand, smiling very fondly at the gesture. "Thank you KL. I'll keep it close and borrow strength from it." His fingers stroke over the small leather bag and he tucks it into his sweatshirt pocket. "Can I ask you for advice?"
"Shout at them until they do what you say," KL says, with a nod. A pause, and then she breaks in to a big smile. "Sure, what's troubling you?" She leans slightly forward, concern on her face.
Zeke gives a little grin in appreciation of the Ahroun's humor. Then he glances to his yet untouched cereal. "My mother. When I see her, she will ask about me. I don't want to tell her about what happened. But to not do so would be dishonest and... and if she knows already and I do not tell her, even more disrespectful. But I am afraid of her reaction."
KL ponders this, chomping loudly on several large spoonfuls of her cereal. "OK, let's practice," KL says. "I want you to pretend that I'm your mother." She blinks, and suddenly looks more forbidding, letting her rage bubble a little higher. "So tell me, what have you done at that Sept? Have you brought honour to our name?" She drops character for a moment. "I should tell you that if I think you're being dishonest, I'm going to throw a spoon at you."
Zeke blinks, looking at the other with wide eyes. "Uh this isn't going to..." and all at once KL has assumed character. The metis shuffles. "I have worked hard to help the Sept. I fought against a traitorous Garou that was intent on murdering everyone at the safe house."
"Good, what else?" KL is back in role, imperious and slightly scary. "I see you have gained a battle scar? Was this against the traitor?" She inclines her head, indicating that it's Zeke's turn to speak.
Zeke looks down and nods. "It was. I fought him directly so the others could get out of the house. He had us pinned." The playing out of the scenario seems a little awkward for the metis, but he goes along with it as best he can. It also seems that he's thus far avoiding any topic of Dancer spy relationships.
"You have done well," KL intones, allowing a note of surprise to creep into her voice. "And the Sisters there, they have accepted you? You have been of service to them?"
Zeke nods his head. "Yes, they accept me as their tribemate."
KL pins Zeke with a stare. "And this is all of your story of the Sept of the Hidden Walk, a glorious battle and a good home?" Disbelief obvious, one eyebrow raised sardonically.
Zeke looks at KL momentarily, a pleading look in his eyes that suggests he doesn't want to play this game anymore. "No, there were trials and challenges and hard lessons learned."
"Tell me of them," KL is merciless, and not like Zeke has ever seen her. Her pure breed, slight as it is, is fully visible. "What have you learned?" A hand drops to her spoon, a fingertip lightly trailing along its length.
An audible swallow follows, his own anger and rage heating below the surface. "I learned of betrayal, and misplaced trust and injustice." He leaves it vague for now.
"How did you learn this?" KL persists, eyes dark. "And were you the betrayed...or the betrayer." She leans slightly forward, the closing of the distance between them increasing the pressure on the long metis.
Zeke scoots back from his cereal bowl, eyes down, gaze anywhere but at the other. Apparently, any doubt on whether this would work is gone, and the metis finds himself feeling exactly as he would, or will, when this actually plays out. "I was betrayed." The words come softer and more rushed. "I met someone who showed me great kindness when I didn't expect it. I worked to help her, to return that kindness. She, she was one of the enemies though."
"You were foolish," The Fury Ahroun's voice is dismissive, final. That's not a question. "How many died because of your foolishness?" The corner of her lip lifts into a sneer.
"None. And it was not my error alone. Even her own tribe did not see her lies. She had tricked everyone she came across." As frustration lends more heat to his rage Zeke frowns and stands up, shaking his head, "I can't do this KL."
And in a blink, it's KL there. Unfortunately, it's an annoyed KL. She stands up, in a hurry, cheeks reddening. "If you cannot do it with me, then how the fuck are you going to do it for real? And Zeke, for fuck's sake, you were trying to help a woman who you thought was in distress. Yes, you loved her, but that's never fucking well been a bar." She shakes her head. "Stick your fucking chin out and tell the fucking truth, because it all does you fucking credit."
Zeke looks back to her, frowning. "It's different! My mother is not you. She's not like any of the Garou at this sept. She's Fury. And from the time I was old enough to understand, the message was clear. Stay away from kin." A hand runs over his face stressfully. "It doesn't credit me. It gives her, and her sisters a big, giant, I told you so."
"Are you saying that I am *not* Fury," KL's voice is low, dangerously so, and, weirdly, there's a leak from her former playacting in there. She's back from the edge though, less annoyed, more under control.
Zeke frowns, shaking his head, "I didn't mean it like that. I mean that she's more traditionally minded. And she's got her own neck on the line when it comes to me. I messed up badly, and it will reflect on her because she chose to keep me."
"How long is it going to take?" KL asks, totally calm now. "For you to get there, learn it, come back?" She leans against a wall, arms folded in a non-confrontational way, just casual.
Zeke shrugs a shoulder up, "I dunno. Week or so. I'm taking the bus, which will help travel time. So, I'm hoping to be back before the moon gets too fat to go by bus." He sighs
KL nods. "If you are not back by the time after the full moon that it safe to travel, and we have had no word from you directly, then I will come after you. I do not care, much, what your mother says or does. You are part of this Sept now, and we need and want and value you. *I* need and want and value you." She grins, breaking the pattern of her slightly formal speech. "So, yeah, it'll be hellish for you, but you can look forward to coming back to Sanityville, St. Claire."
Zeke looks to her and nods. "Yeah. Home sweet home." He tugs on his hat a little more; it's the one she got him for Yule. "Thanks KL."
The Fury Ahroun looks very serious for a moment. "Do come back, whatever happens," she says. "Or I'll be very upset." A firm nod suggests that this isn't a good idea.
Zeke nods his head, "I will come back KL, so long as I am able to. I promise." The two Furies are at the kitchen. Cereal bowls; one full and untouched and the other nearly empty sit at the table, while the Ahroun and Philodox are standing a bit away from the dining set.
Melodie comes downstairs, clearly having just gotten up recently. Her hair is done up in adorable pigtails, and she's wearing her pink flannel pajama set. "Morning, guys!"
"Melodie!" KL says, with a smile. "Glad you woke up. Zeke's going back to his Mom's Sept, and I was just bidding him goodbye, and telling him to fucking well come back, or I'd be annoyed." She isn't annoyed now. "And do you want any breakfast?"
Zeke looks over to Melodie and gives her a little nod. "Morning." He moves back to the table then, clearing his throat and settling back into his chair. The cereal is soggy now but he makes no complaint as he eats it.
Melodie grins at Zeke. "Yah, he better! Breakfast'd be great, what've we got in stock? Anything yummy, or just like flakes and twig cereal?"
"Flakes and twigs," KL says. "Or, as I like to call it, a healthy and balanced breakfast." She grins. "What was that you were saying the other day about excess curvage? Not that you're right, by the way. Anyway, breakfast! I always have breakfast - it's the most important meal of the day. I missed mine yesterday and I was aware of it the whole day."
Zeke looks from Melodie to KL and then back to his bowl. Seems the metis has a lot to think about it. "I like fruit," he notes, "For breakfast."
Melodie scowls down at herself. "Oh yeah. I gotta buy new underwear again, they're getting tight. Maybe I'll just have a banana." She sighs. "Some days, puberty is way overrated, huh?"
KL gestures at her own chest, which is not really very impressive. "Don't know," she says, "never really had that problem. Banana's are in the fruit pot." She pauses. "Melodie, I have a plan, you and Myra and everyone are going to help with it."
Zeke looks to Melodie. "Or underrated, depending." He gets a spoonful into his mouth and looks back to KL. "Plan. Is this something I'd rather not be here for?"
Melodie fetches a banana, and munches on it. "Oh? Something fun?" She looks curious.
"Depends," KL says, with a small smile. "The house, particularly the outside, is starting to look a bit run-down. I've been meaning to ask Dre to have a look at the columns around the courtyard, but I think it's up to us to repaint the rest of it. So, I've ordered some paint, that I'm pretty sure is the right stuff, and some sort of overall-type things - " she looks a bit embarrassed here " - that we can wear, as none of us has vast numbers of clothes they can afford to ruin. They were very cheap the du..overall things."
Zeke looks over with a faint grin, nodding. "I'll get the bottom half on the columns. And if we paint the gate and fence, I call dibs." He munches another few bites. "When will this happen? Hopefully I'll be back before you start."
Melodie grins. "That does sound like fun! Oooh, can I pick out a color for my room? Hey, what color are we doing the outside? An' did you get any kid-size overalls?" She certainly has enthusiasm.
"Outside is going to be white, like it is now, but less run down. Yes, you may pick your room colour, there is some pink paint if you want that," KL counts off on her fingers. "I got a variety of sizes, because it was all one lot, and most of them are smallish, but then so are most of us. I think there should be enough to go around." She nods. "Zeke, you should be back before this is done, because it will take a while. The basement is on the list as well, but we'll leave that until you're back, partly because it's a big job."
Zeke nods. "The basement could use some overhauling too. I was thinking we could finish it. Put up a small room for myself, or a future guest room. And make the rest a den that can be used for training."
Melodie laughs. "Okay, dibs on the pink, then. Oh, did you get any bandanas, for our hair? Those are so cute." She finishes off her banana. "Yah, we should have like weights an' stuff. My legs are strong, but my arms are kinda puny, really."
"Alex has a gym over at Nicholson Hall which you can use," KL observes, "but yes, good plan." She smiles. "I guess I'll have to work out some too. Can't have you getting stronger than me. I'll be disappointed if I can't throw you across the room any more."
Zeke looks between the two with a faint smile, one that speaks of fondness. "Melodie, you're going to be there tonight yes. At the meeting?"
Melodie grins at KL. "It's getting harder, I'm over a hundred now! Um, that's why I'm on a diet, though." She looks at the empty banana peel disappointedly, clearly still hungry. "Yah, I'm gonna be there tonight. I'm a little worried about how it'll go, honestly."
KL smiles. "I can still whoop your ass," she comments to Melodie. "I'll let you plan your strategy for Philodoxy things," she says, heading for the stairs. "I need a shower. Odd how sweaty it's possible to get here, even though it's so cold."