Time/Date :It is currently 08:15 Pacific Time on Tue Jan 15 2008.
Place : Greek House: Front Lawn(#3032RJh)
Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 31 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 6 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.54 and rising, and the relative humidity is 89 percent. The dewpoint is 28 degrees Fahrenheit (-2 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (49% full).
Greek House: Front Lawn(#3032RJh)
The mottled mosaic pathway heads up to the front porch of an average-sized two story neoclassical house, then splits into a rounding "Y" shape to head towards arched gates on either side. Looking over the house and yard, the first impression is of an elegant yet somewhat stoic home. Upon closer inspection, it becomes evident that while some repair appears to be ongoing, there is still some amount of work that needs to be done. The two ionic columns that frame the doorway, while painted in the past year perhaps, show the slight fading effects of weather and sun. Several bricks on the facade are crumbling, and vines and other plants have grown up along the walls of the house and courtyard, but the gate seems to be mostly kept clear of entangling flora.
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 man of slightly above average height, Jacob stands at six feet tall and is built in a rather non-descript way. There's an obvious level of fitness about him that suggests he is no sluggard, but there is also no show of obnoxious bicep, pec or shoulders. Dark brown hair, worn just long enough to shag across his brow and curl around his ears frames a face that is both youthful and aged. It's hard to discern his age by looks alone, and depending on his mood he can quickly gain or shed a few years in appearance.
Green-grey eyes look at the world with a guarded clarity and apprehension; the kind of calculating look that makes one wonder if he can see beyond them, or through them. He often walks with his hands loosely in his pockets and his shoulders slumped, giving him a rather lackadaisical nature to his gait. Everyday clothes are his typical wardrobe; jeans, tee's and gymshoes.
Morning in St. Claire, and the clear skies have brought KL, the Fury Ahroun, out of the house early. At this precise instant, she is standing on a ladder leant up against the front of the house, just alongside the portico entrance. She's dressed in a pair of loose-fitting dungarees, with scruffy-looking t-shirt underneath. A pot of paint hangs from the top of the ladder, and she's engrossed in repainting the top of one of the columns with a good deal of care and concentration.
A howl goes up from the bawn nearest the Fury house. ~Dance-Ender requests permission to come to the Fury den.~
KL is so surprised she drops the paint brush, and it hits the floor with a splat. "Fuck!" she exclaims. She raises her voice into a shout. "Yeah! Sure! Just come!" Her voice is probably strong enough to carry to the bawn.
It takes a few moments, but after the invitation is offered, Jacob comes up to the path in homid form. He looks over the house and the project at hand with a grin, "KL, hey. I was hoping to find you actually, you want some help with that?" he nods to the painting.
She looks at Jacob, and there's a momentary squint. "Jacob!" she remembers. "Long time no see." She picks her paintbrush up ruefully. "Well, um... I don't know. I want to get the work done, but also, I want to prove that I can organise it and carry it out." She pauses. "But yes, if you're willing to help, I was trying to get the columns painted while the weather holds. You were looking for me?"
Jacob steps up to the other and nods, "Yeah, I was thinking about asking your help on something." He looks for a spare brush and then dips it into the paint. He's just as quick to put brush to column with a flick of his wrist. "Organizing can be delegating too. So have at it." He grins lightly.
KL climbs back up her ladder, and goes back to painting. "Help? On what? Does it involve annoying broken Glasswalkers, or is it an entire new range of potential irritation?" she grins down at Jacob, taking any sting out of her words.
Jacob frowns a little, "If you mean Kavi, I'd appreciate it if you'd remember he's my packmate. And we're working on it. It's not easy, but Gaia will see us through." The paint goes on easily, and after a moment, he continues. "This'd be entirely different and new irritation."
"I'm sorry," KL says. Though it's not quite clear if she's apologising or sympathising. "Oh good. And yes, of course I'll help, assuming that it's not illegal or overly stupid." She finishes painting the top of the column and climbs down a couple of steps, re-setting up and continuing.
Jacob works from the mid-section down, content to drop the first matter in lieu of the second. "I've a new cub. Two actually. One's sweet as sugar the other bitter as vinegar. Latter one is the one I need help on. He's Ahroun, and he's got a sassy mouth and a habit of glaring. I've been telling him how respect works, but trouble is, he's not disrespectful to me. At all. To Riot? Our newest Cliath Ahroun. We're talking oil and water here. Anyway, Riot doesn't overly trust herself with him. And I don't know if it's just that he and she don't get on, or if it's a gender thing. I was thinking, maybe he could spend a few days with you? Under your tutelage?"
KL considers this, her brushstrokes neat and regular on the column. "I'm willing to do it, but he can't come here," she decides. "What do you want me to do with him? And what's he called?" she asks. "I mean, what do you want back from me?"
"I want him to get used to the idea that he's gotta respect his elders and any ranking Garou with unconditional respect. Liking someone and respecting them are two different things, and kids these days don't get that. Work with him. If he gets smart on ya, do what you'd do to your own cubs. I mean, obviously don't kill him if it's avoidable." A short laugh follows, "But it's kinda an experiment I guess. He's good with me, bad with Riot. Riot thinks that for some reason cubs want to do well by me, but could care less about the others. Only way to test and fix that, is to give him to others to work with. Name's River, though he's donning Long Road Ahead now as well."
The Fury considers. "You want me to give him a chance to make a fool of himself, then kick him into next week so that he gets the message? Without killing him, obviously. That doesn't help." She's finished another zone of the column, and moves down, joining her section to Jacob's.
"Wait. What doesn't help? And no, not give him a chance to make a fool, but just see what he's learned. If he's just sweet-skirting me, or if he's getting this." The Galliard dips his brush again and then squats down to start on the lower section. "You have another suggestion?"
"Killing him doesn't help the problem," KL says. "I'm just guessing, but I think you might be wondering if he treats you properly because you're male, and he treats Riot badly because she's not." She raises an eyebrow. "Am I right?"
"Yeah, that's exactly it. Trouble is, Riot's a bully. Always has been always will be. And this kid's got a hardon," he pauses, coughing, "Sorry. He's got a thing against bullies. Wants to out bully them. Riot never got around to respecting people well, so this might be those two clashing. If he's good around you, then yeah, it's those two. If he's not. Then I think you could teach him a thing or two on that."
KL smiles. "I shall be as sweet as pie to him," she says. "And I shall appear as harmless as a fly. Let's see how he reacts." A very overly sweet smile stretches her lips. "OK. When do you want to bring him out? And do you have a tent I can borrow?"
"We've been staying on the bawn. He's alright in lupus and we're starting a bit on Crinos. His Mother's tongue is splotchy but passable. We've been denning down so no, no tent handy. But if you stay bawnward, shouldn't need one." Jacob grins widely, "I appreciate this KL. You and your tribe ever need the help of the Gaians, just let me know. I can bring him by later tonight. If that works."
"Sure," KL says. "And thanks for doing the bottom of the column." She climbs down the ladder, carefully bringing her paint pot down with her. "I'll get Mel to do the other one, I think." She grins. "Yep, bring him over tonight."
Jacob smiles at the Fury, "Awesome thanks KL. I'll give another howl when we're back. Oh. Has Zeke come back yet? I know the pack is pretty anxious for some news on the whole thing."
"No," KL says, shaking her head. "But I wasn't really expecting him back until Thursday at the earliest. And I told him that he had until about a week after the full moon before I'd start coming after him." She shrugs. "Stuff can happen."
Jacob looks down and nods. "Yeah, I suppose that's true. Alright. Thanks again for this. I owe ya big time." The Galliard grins widely then and hands the brush back to the Fury.
KL takes the brush, carefully wiping any excess paint off on the rim of her paint pot. "See you later, then," she says. "Oh, and don't show any surprise at anything when you come, either. 'kay?"
Jacob looks curious. "Don't seem surprised? Wanna give me a hint at why I should be prepared to stifle and shock?"
The Fury just grins. "Don't ask. It might not happen." She replaces the lid of the pot, popping it back in place. "Thanks for the help with the porch. I'll have this place up to scratch soon."
Jacob chuckles, "Uh, alright then. See ya KL. Thanks again." He turns then and heads back the way he came, no doubt shifting to lupus once out of veil breeching risk area.