Time/Date :It is currently 06:46 Pacific Time on Fri Jan 18 2008.

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

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.51 and steady, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (69% 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.

A cloudy morning on this late January day, and KL, the Fury Ahroun, has finally finished returning shoes to their rightful owners after her trip into the outback. Now, she's relaxing - inasmuch as she ever does - with a refreshing glass of milk, and a banana. She's not actually eating the banana per se, more throwing it from hand to hand, as if doing "juggling with fruit, lesson one".

The front door opens and a rosey cheeked Zeke steps into the house. A glance around finds the very person he assumed he'd first run into. "The game is hot potato I believe, not hot banana."

"I was always taught that one should play with one's food," KL retorts. There's a moment, where she stares at the returned Philodox, and then her face breaks into a wide smile. She puts the banana down and spreads her arms wide, offering a hug. "Welcome home! How did it go? Was it very scary?"

Zeke smiles at the Ahroun and after setting down a dust covered backpack, steps forward to take the hug. It's tight. Less nervous. "It wasn't easy, no. But she taught it to me, and I've got it memorized now."

"Great!" KL says, with a grin, relaxing the hug and leaning back. "Well done! I've been taking River, who's one of Jacob's cubs, on a field trip. It was fun, once he settled down." She pauses. "Breakfast? Been travelling long?"

Zeke grins at her, "Training a Gaian cub? How'd you manage that one? And yes, and yes. Took the overnight bus since the moon is fattening up." He moves to the kitchen and starts washing his hands. "Has Nike decided anything on the matter while I was gone?"

KL grows grim. "I've only seen her once, and she was busy putting me firmly back in my place. Day you left." She absently rubs her side, eyes wincing with remembered pain. "And yeah, I suppose it was odd, but there were reasons."

Zeke looks to her, "You guys handling an argument or?" He shivers again and tucks his hands into his pockets. "That's not good. We need her to agree this is being handled by the tribe."

"Not really an argument," KL explains, grabbing a bowl for Zeke to eat out of. "I suggested that I wasn't sure she could still beat me in a fight." She looks down. "She proved otherwise. Though it might have been different if I wasn't out of breath from sparring with Mel."

Zeke chuckles. "Well that's one way to get a reaction." He takes the bowl and shifts in his seat a little. Is everything else going alright?"

"There's a new Strider in town, with a couple of our rites to teach," KL says, dishing out cereal. "Rite of the Unveiled Glen and...um...the Fertility Rite." She blushes. "Oooh! Tea!" She puts the kettle on. "Everything else is more or less OK."

Zeke nods to the other, seeming pleased. "That's good. I've missed you. I didn't realize how much this place had become home to me already."

"Good," KL says, pouring the now-boiled kettle and pulling a sachet of something from her pocket. She takes two teaspoonfuls of the contents, and mixes them into a mug of the boiling water. "Do you want some proper tea?" she asks. "Oh, we painted Melodie's room, and I've done one of the columns outside. Any thoughts about what to do about your basement? What do you want down there?"

Zeke looks up and nods, "Tea would be good. I think the basement should be painted more brightly. Soft yellows or bright blues. Especially if we use it as a place to teach any future cubs. I'll ask Nike if I can work on rebuilding it. Setting it up a little more efficiently. We had to rush this job considering the overlapping arrival of myself and Joey."

The Ahroun pours another mug of water and dumps a teabag into it, before plonking it down in front of Zeke and then sitting opposite. Her own tea smells pretty awful, and from the expression on her face, tastes worse. "I've got Nike's permission to do up the house," KL says. "In between her punching me. I thought we could set up some free weights, maybe a bench, as a sort of mini-gym?"

Zeke nods. "That would be helpful. Put muscles on the newly arrived so they grow up strong and confident." The metis takes his water and adds some tea into it, staring down at the mug. "There's so much to do and yet, I am longing to crash onto the air mattress and just sleep. I've been out in the woods for the past nine days.".

KL laughs, and takes a big gulp of her "tea", screwing up her face in distaste. "Yuck. I've been in the woods for the last three myself," she says. "Probably good for me. Not just for cubs, though. I need to get stronger, need to work out."

Zeke looks at the girl, "What's wrong. Is the tea not good?" He reaches for the cup as if to test it out for her.

"It's not really tea," KL says. "It's for a rite. I have to drink it twice a day, and it will help the rite work." She pauses, and her lip curls. "But it is seriously horrid."

Zeke ohs, his face scrunching up. "Can you sweeten it, or mask it with anything? Or, pinch your nose and guzzle it." He nods, offering this helpfully.

"I don't want to interfere with the herbal goodness," the Ahroun says, dubiously. "So, the second idea then." She does exactly what Zeke suggests. "Ow! Ow! HOT!" she exclaims, and bolts for the tap, gulping cold water directly from it.

Zeke winces, "I did not mean while it was still scalding." He lets out a soft sigh, chuckling and shaking his head. "I should find Lefty, tell her the lesson was successful."

KL turns back from the tap, mouth and chin covered in water. "That was pretty stupid," she agrees. "You should." She leans back against the worktop, suddenly looking serious. "Zeke, I think you should perform the rite. Not anybody else. Not teaching it to Lefty." She shrugs. "I'm a bit lost on what the plan currently is, but that's what I think it should be."

Zeke looks up, narrowing his eyes and nodding. "It's a very difficult rite. My mother doesn't want me to perform it at all actually." He sighs, tugging on his hat. "She and her packmate, my aunt, so to speak, performed it on me." This he offers very quietly.

"Roxanne?" KL asks, softly. She comes back to the table and sits down quietly opposite him, concern evident in her expression.

Zeke nods. "They know. Of what happened here. I'm not sure this rite is fair, given use on a metis."

"Fair?" KL asks. "Very little is. Why particularly on a metis?" She looks a little confused - her brow creasing. "I'm not sure I understand."

Zeke looks up, "Not to the metis, I mean. To those who must endure the pain along side the metis. It left my mother having doubted herself, and I do not like that." He sighs, standing up then. "Everything is shared between the attendees. Whoever is there during this rite, it will be painful. And they must have a strong hold on their rage."

"Right, that's me right out," KL says, with a slightly sad smile. "The idea is not to have Kavi killed, and given that's what's likely to happen if I get..." her voice trails off. "You know."

Zeke nods, "I don't know KL. He was tortured by Furies, and here, if I do it, would be another Fury bringing him through this again."

"We don't leave our messes to be fixed by other tribes," KL says. "And I'm sorry it has to be you, and I know it's going to be hard. You can always say "I'm not going to do it.", and I won't think any the less of you."

Zeke looks up, frowning. "No, I am not refusing him this. I just don't know if he will be able to willingly put himself to us. Put himself in my hands."

KL shrugs. "I hope he can," she says lightly, before sobering a little. "I really do. And I know it's going to be hard for him, but the alternatives..." She blinks. "Are that he goes *somewhere else*!"

Zeke looks up and nods, "I know. Alright? I know." He stands up then, tea pushed aside. "I'm going to go find Lefty. I'll be back later."

"Good luck," KL says, taken slightly aback. "I just...I was always thinking in terms of him having to be killed. But he could just go to another sept, one without any Furies. Not as good as curing him, but still!" A pause. "Anyway, good luck."

Zeke nods to her, "It's alright. Sorry KL. Just tired and too much thinking lately. I'll be home later."

KL nods. "Good luck!" she says, starting to tidy the breakfast things away.

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