Time/Date : It is currently 07:53 Pacific Time on Tue Jan 22 2008.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 17 degrees Fahrenheit (-8 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.41 and falling, and the relative humidity is 88 percent. The dewpoint is 14 degrees Fahrenheit (-10 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (96% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
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.
Also notable is that this individual is missing fingers on his left hand. The pinky finger is completely gone and the ring finger is missing down to the lowest knuckle.
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.
It's cold out today, and even the Fury house is falling prey to the drafts that come with temps in the teens. Zeke seems, for once, properly attired given the forecast, and he's currently nestled up on the couch, leaning on the arm rest with closed eyes.
As if her sole purpose in life is to disturb Zeke, KL comes through the main area carrying tins of paint, which clang together noisily with every step she takes. Today, she's chosen to wear the Fury's traditional garb - a pair of dungarees - and she's already managed to get paint on her nose - and that's before applying a lick to any part of the building.
Zeke jostles awake, eyes blinking as he looks across to find KL coming in with paint. "That's gonna piss you off with the moon so full. Should put it off for a while."
"Everything pisses me off right now," KL shoots back. "Painting, provided I'm undisturbed, is actually quite soothing." She shrugs. "I'm just going to do the columns - the ones that are intact - which are well away from anything fragile, valuable or difficult to replace." She sets the tins down. "How are you? Any news on our problem?"
Zeke snorts, "What problem? Or should I say, which?" The metis sits up then, apparently deciding that sleep will not be had from this point on.
"We have more than the Kavi problem?" KL asks, sitting down in a seat opposite Zeke. "That was the one I meant. Oh, by the way, I made Cedric stop frenzying. He'll steal be healing up."
Zeke looks over, "Cedric! Oh damn. I had meant to find out about him. I asked Derrick and he didn't know where he'd gotten off to. Is he alright? Outside of the need to heal?"
KL looks grim. "Not sure," she says. "I mean, he's always been a little odd, but now he's a lot odd. He's at the new Walker place. When I first got there, he was pretending to be a white rapper called "Jazzy-C". I think he thought it was a disguise. Chris and I suggested he needed to get out of there. He's wanted by the police, you know. There's a warrant out for him and everything. And he didn't like the idea very much."
Zeke winces, "That's, not good. He may need to do something more severe than just taking a new name for new name sake. I hope he pulls through this. I imagine it was hard on him." The metis sighs then and looks over. "As for Kavi. I haven't spoken to Nike yet. I'm not sure what to do."
The Ahroun nods slowly, "Yeah. This fire, on top of the Roxanne-issue has struck him pretty hard. And he wasn't as grounded as you are." She turns her palms upwards. "I'm still recovering from suggesting that I might even remotely be considering challenging her." She looks a bit morose at this. "So there's nothing we can do."
"Well there is." Zeke lifts a shoulder. "Kavi needs our help. I'm going to offer it to him. If he, and his pack think he cannot bear a Fury leading the rite, then I will teach the rite to Lefty. If Nike is not around to ask, then I will make my own decision."
KL looks coldly at him. "You would teach one of our tribal rites to someone who is not a Fury, without the permission of your elder?" she says, absolutely flatly. "How very submissive of you."
"What, so we should hold the monopoly on that rite just because it is from our origins? I don't care for politics right now. This rite is about helping people. Our tribe is about helping people. We take in the downtrodden and abused females, then why would we deny this to a male? Least of all one that suffered from Fury hands?" Zeke frowns, "Are we supposed to let the Walker sit and rot, fall deeper to madness simply because we can't find Nike. You saw her, did you ask her of the situation? No. You fought with her instead."
"I did ask her about painting the house," KL points out, somewhat absently. "This isn't about politics. It's about whether or not this is the right use of the gifts - " she blinks " - the powers, rites, abilities, that have been granted to *us*. We were given this rite because...wait, this is shit." Her brow is furrowed, but it's more in thought than in anger. "No, I think the big reason is that I want *you* there. I want to know that a Fury has been with him through this, and can tell me that he's better. Can tell me that I can turn my back without tensing for a silver bullet. Tell me that amends have been made. If you aren't there - and you're the only one of us that could be - then I don't trust the results. Or the whole process. And," she continues, "It's our mess. Teaching Lefty the rite isn't dealing with our mess, it's abdicating responsibility, again."
Zeke sighs, looking at the Ahroun with a faint nod. "You've got valid points. You're right." The male tugs on his hat a little more, "Then, I should do it." He looks to the other, "I could take this decision to them as from the beta of the tribe?" he asks curiously.
"It's me or Helen," KL says, distracted. "Last time we met, I refused to do what she told me, and she stuck her tongue out at me." She looks down at the floor. "Zeke, when is the best time to do it?"
"As soon as the Jackal's voice leaves him, before his ostracism. I think. So in roughly eight days." Zeke looks at her curiously, "I would see you as beta KL, I have not even gotten to know Helen in my time here. And sticking out her tongue hardly seems a deciding factor.
KL smiles, but it is passing. "OK. If you have not heard otherwise from me or Nike, you should do it. And if any trouble comes to you for it, from Nike or from whoever, then I will take full responsibility." A little smile, but she looks older than she has for ages. Just a flash, but an adult rather than a late-teenage semi-child. "One more thing. I want to be near. Not there. That's asking more than I think anyone can give. Near. Within a shout - that's quite a long way, given my hearing." She raises an eyebrow. "I want that, if it goes badly wrong, you should be able to shout and call for the cavalry."
Zeke nods his head, smiling. "That can be arranged. I think having it done in the compound or some other glade here would be best. Too much at risk unless the city houses are crinos-proofed." He pauses, "KL, you've come a long way even just since I've come here. I'm proud of you, and proud to follow your lead."
"Also," KL says, waving off his compliment with a dismissive hand, "we are a tribe of the Wyld. It seems likely that our rite would work better in a wyld place." She ponders. "OK, what other issues do we have? You seemed to say there was more than just this."
Zeke nods. "The caern spirits. Mouse is upset about the matter of the Guardians words. When they went to give contrition, they could find, after long search, and asking of other spirits, only one single spirit that was remotely upset by the actions. She wants to know whether the Guardians indeed got word from the spirits, or if they spoke such just to give their words, and their ire, more weight. It's troublesome. The rules should be followed because they are in place. Not because you bring threat of angered spirits to use as backing. But, that is not /our/ matter, simply a matter. Halfmoon likely."
KL is silent for a long long time, her eyes narrowed, but otherwise totally motionless. Eventually, she breaks the tableaux. "I find this difficult to work through," she says. "There are so many issues brought in to this one." She looks at Zeke, eyes wide. "I think that this needs to be fixed. If I were in charge, I would be calling the tribal Elders to meet. Because this has been festering for a while. Not the issue itself, but the reasons why it's happened." She pauses, thinking again. "How do you think Philodoxes are viewed in this Sept?"
Zeke laughs, "This sept is so backwards KL. This gathering of the half moon into some kind of council? We are not human. Why do we try to cater to the laws and practices of men? If there is a problem, a Garou should go to -a- Philodox. If that Philodox seeks the advise of another, it is his to choose. But there is no decisiveness like this. No one knows where one half moon sits according to the others. Punishments are bargained, not made."
"Punishments are always bargained, essentially," KL observes. "It's like no battle is ever a total victory. You do what you can, and what you think you can get away with." She pauses, contemplating. "But you're right. This "philodox council" is bad and wrong. And it's undermining Philodoxes, because the judgements don't make any sense." She suddenly looks a lot more irritated. "And it's breaking down the whole structure." A slow blink. "Well, if any Fury causes trouble, they'll have me to answer to first. And I don't mean Alesia...oh." Her voice trails off. "What's happening about Kavi shooting Alesia? Wasn't that a tribal matter?"
Zeke looks up, "I had asked for it to be a tribal matter. They agreed. So long as the tribal elders agreed. Namely, Mouse and Nike would have to agree to settle it between them. But again, that makes it difficult. Unless you would like to say that you have made the decision as beta?"
KL folds her legs up towards her chest, holding them with her arms under her knees. "Give it a couple of weeks," she says. "It's not pressing in the way that Kavi is." She blinks. "As an exercise, though. What would you do to settle it?"
"Kavi's infraction?" Zeke shakes his head, "I would have him offer atonement of some sort to Alesia. -After- his mind is settled. He knows his actions were wrong, even if he was unaware of himself at the time of doing them. There are punishments for those who willingly made offense, and those who did so without knowing. Then there are the kinds of punishments for those who knowingly chose one action over another, but did so in defense of another more honorable thing. Halfmoon exist because there are grey areas, otherwise we would be executioners only, and not judges. My punishment for Kavi would be to sing a tale of Alesia, or of the Furies, praising their well doings. Showing not only the sept their glory, but admitting it himself that the tribe is capable of such."
"Interesting," KL says. "I can't help but feel that Nike might be...well...less forgiving." She slowly stands up. "Well, I'm going to attack the columns." Beat. "With paint, not fists and claws. Come and join me if you feel like making things look nicer." She grins, picks up her paint pots and heads out to the courtyard.