Time/Date : It is currently 12:30 Pacific Time on Tue Mar 4 2008.

Place : Tenement Building - Ground Floor(#2451RJ)

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southeast at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.35 and rising, and the relative humidity is 63 percent. The dewpoint is 36 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (18% full).

Tenement Building - Ground Floor(#2451RJ)

The ground floor of the apartment building is taken up mainly by the lobby, an open space with the front doors at one end and the (nonfunctional) elevator and the door leading to the stairwell at the other. The floor is covered in black and white tile in a checkerboard pattern, and the walls have been painted a neutral grey shade.
To the right of the main doors are mailboxes for building residents, and off to the left is the doorway into a cramped rental office (currently empty, its doorframe badly askew), and other doors that lead to the building's large laundry room.


Somewhat more noticeable than the average teenager, he still wouldn't stand out much in a punk crowd. A deeply tanned white teenager, Basil stands at nearly six feet tall now ( or close to it ). The boy's hair has grown out to his shoulders, groomed but wild and dyed an electric red. His facial features have started to grow out and become more masculine, and if not for the three jagged scars over his right eye he might be called handsome. Above his blue eyes, his eyebrows have been dyed a slightly darker shade of red. Covering his neck is a thick studded leather collar with grease or something smeared on the metal to make it shine less. His once plain leather jacket has been added to. On one shoulder there is a rat, and on his back is the laughing head of an antromorphic coyote giving the viewer the finger with a banner beneath it that reads 'Fuck You'. Beneath it is a black t-shirt, tucked into a pair of tight fitting leather pants. A belt holds them up with a buckle which reads something, but it's hard to say what from anything but a few feet away. He also wears a pair of black engineer boots and heavy leather gloves of some kind ( typically ones that cover his forearms ) at nearly all times.


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 mid-brown hair is now quite long, and she wears it in a long plait that falls down between her shoulder-blades, secured at the top and the bottom with wide black eather bands. 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.

Early afternoon on a cold St. Claire day sees the arrival of a certain Black Fury Ahroun at the Walker Tenement building. An arrival indicated by loud thumping on the front door - the kind of insistent "much harder and I'll break you down" thumping that has long been a KL trademark.

"What the hell?" Basil calls as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. "Who is it, the police?" He inquires on the other side of the door. He looks a little tired, but not out of it.

"Not quite," comes the answer, in the familiar tones of KL. "It's me. KL. Is that Basil? Open up! I need to talk with you." She doesn't sound overly happy, either.

"I'll let you in if you swear on your honor to stay calm. Theres too much fighting in this Goddamned building lately, and Mouse shouldn't be mopping so much." Basil calls back, resting his hand on the knob to the door.

"Oh, I'm perfectly calm," KL replies, her voice level. "And I don't really think it's up to you to grant or deny me access, unless you've suddenly become the Glasswalker Elder." The other Ahroun's tone is icy cold, her voice quiet - she's not shouting - but her words enunciated clearly.

"It isn't, but I am at the moment the only one that can open the door." Basil responds, unlocking it quietly. The boy then turns and walks away from it, moving to stand in the middle of the lobby. "It's unlocked." He calls when he's nearly there, then turning to face her.

KL enters and closes the door behind her. Her right hand is shoved into her pocket, and she looks grim. "Basil," she says, in much the same way as one says "Dead rat" on finding one in your bath. It's a tone Basil has heard from her before. "Can you possibly work out why I'm here to see you? Why I've trekked all this way in from the Fury House, purely to come and visit you?"

"Because Zeke said something stupid, then I said something stupid, and I gently knocked his Kin friend on her ass instead of risking a fight with someone I could easily /kill/ if I lost it?" Basil asks, glancing at the hand in her pocket. "Would you have rather I risked her hitting me? Or clawing at me with her nails? Did he tell you I gave him a free shot?"

"You say a lot of really fucking stupid things, Basil," KL says, eyes flashing dangerously. She holds up her non-pocket hand with the fingers about an inch apart. "And I am *this* close to ripping your balls off and shoving them down your throat. Do you really fucking well think Gaia gave you your gifts so you can bully 15-year-old kin who are about as dangerous to you as a chicken vol-au-vent? Do you really fucking well think it is acceptable to refer to a woman as "pussy" in front of her fucking face?"

"I think Unicorn would prefer that I knocked her down gently, before she stuck her fingernail in my eye and I went nuts? Zeke wouldn't have been able to stop me if I did. He should have explained Rage to her." Basil glances up at her face again, looking just a tad grumpy. "Since when do I bully anyone? I asked Zeke for help and he started getting all snotty with me, like I wasn't hit friend. That pissed me off so I let him know, and I let him know without hitting him one time. I'll even apologize for it when I've had a little time to blow off some steam, but I ain't no bullying thug. If I was I would have done a lot worse, and you know that. You also know that from everything I did for Annie that I appreciate women just fine."

The sound of hammering on the door (of such incredible force as well) summoned a presence from above- and as angry tones filtered higher, Chris had already raised his blur of the milky eye and gone 'full sneakybastard'. The vaguely ragabash-shaped mass settles quietly upon the steps to watch the little show-down, doing absolutely nothing to announce his presence during this very special showing of 'Happyfun Ahroun Half Hour, starring KL and Basil'. A small bag of skittles is found within his pocket, and he begins to very slowly and quietly chew upon the candy as events unfold before him.

KL stares at Basil. "I really don't know about you, Basil. It's like you're two fucking people. There's the one that helps people and wants to heal people, and then there is this total fucking jerk who runs his mouth and says the worst fucking things you can think of." She takes a breath. "You really believe that she could possibly fucking well hurt you? Even slightly? You and I both know that's a total fucking lie. You fucking well dumped her on the floor to prove what a big fucking man you are in front of Zeke. Well, here's the fucking thing. You aren't a man. You're just a child." She doesn't move to close on Basil, but from the tension in her body, it's pretty clear that she's well prepared for any reaction to her words.

Basil remains completely unphased, looking only slightly grumpy or as though he has something that's mildly bitter in his mouth. "Yeah, I get that a lot. As for what she could have done to hurt me? She didn't have to 'hurt' me, she just needed to cause enough pain to make me shift. A fingernail to the eye, a knee to the groin, either could have been enough. Hell, if I was a weaker Garou or a meathead just Zeke punching me could have been enough. How many other Ahrouns would have let someone just punch them in the face? If someone punched you in the face, would you have not done anything?"

Chris continues eating candy, stealthed and silent.

"If you are that fucking out of control, that when Luna is slim like she is now, a 15-year-old could make you frenzy, then you're a fucking danger to all, and you should put yourself out of our misery as soon as fucking possible," KL spits back. "Stop *fucking* lying, Basil. To yourself, if not to me. And it would depend on who they were and why they were fucking well doing it. And no, I'd probably not have let the blow land." She pauses, and takes a breath, then studies the Bonegnawer. "I don't fucking well understand you. You could be a good person. You could be a good Garou. But your attitude fucking well stinks, and you seem to have this fucking insane belief that it's acceptable to fucking well refer to women by the worst fucking words you can. And make fucking inappropriately lewd comments all the fucking time. It. Ends. Now. Or else."

"You really don't get me at all either, do you? Does anyone?" Basil lifts up his thumbnail and uses it to pick at his teeth in silence, managing a small smile when he withdraws it. "I wish Emma was still around. She almost understood, and she was the best damned Ahroun here. Wasn't too Garou, wasn't too human, and didn't do politics. I miss her more and more every day." Basil shakes his head, then nods at her pocket. "So what are you hiding in there? Is it a gun or a knife?"

"I don't fucking well use guns, as you ought to fucking well know. I don't even fucking well use door-buzzers if I can fucking well avoid it," the Fury is really stoked. "And don't you even *fucking* well imply that Emma would even *fucking well* consider approving of your fucking behaviour. You will apologise to Zeke. You will apologise on your *fucking* knees to Eleanor. And you will fucking well guard your tongue or I will fucking well rip it out and pin it to the fucking wall as a warning. Have I made myself *completely* fucking clear."

"No, I don't think she would have approved at all. But she still got me, even if she didn't approve of me." Basil slides his hand into his pocket and takes out his cigarettes, only using one hand while he pulls one out and lights it up. "I already said I'd apologize to them when everything calmed down a little, and I see them again. Which shouldn't be hard with them around. So how's your challenge going?"

Chris is currently seated on the stairs, shielded for the most part from being noticed due to the Blur of the Milky Eye. He's also eating skittles and watching the two ahrouns get all snarly at each other with quite intent interest.

KL grins, nastily. "Better than yours, I understand." She takes a deep breath. "You don't seem to understand how *fucking* serious this is. What do I have to fucking well do to get through to you?" The Fury shakes her head. "Do I fucking well have to rip bits of you off? This isn't me just being fucking pissy. This is me *fucking well* doing what I am banned to do. You *fucking* abused your fucking gifts and had a fucking good go at traumatising a fucking 15-year-old. You will not do it again."

The faint creak of the stairs heralds Mouse's arrival. She's not moving too terribly quickly, and her hands are stuffed rather casually into her pockets. Rather than her usual trenchcoat, she's wearing a slightly oversized, faded denim jacket that looks years old.

"If you tried to fight me, I'd just turn and run anyways. I don't fight other Garou unless I really have to. Unicorn doesn't like it, and besides that, I won't risk any fight that isn't necessary for the Greater Good. I don't care if it makes me look like a coward. I won't put any more blood on my hands unless it's the blood of Gaia's enemies, not of Her children. So assume the worst of me, that I'm a coward and a bully. I already said I'd apologize like you asked, and it's not like it's something I do every day. One incident and you don't even talk to me like a friend anymore."

As Mouse approaches the blurry form upon the stairs, Chris turns his head towards her and lifts a hand to recommend her halting. "Might not be the best idea to go down there right now.. passions are high." He whispers up to her, volume hopefully too low for the pair in the lobby to pick up. "Candy?" He adds, offering her the bag of skittles.

"I don't know who you are, Basil." KL replies. Her eyes flick to the figure coming down the stairs, and she withdraws her hand - empty - from her pocket. "I don't know if you've ever been a friend. Because you're a mess. And you need to have a good long think about who and what you are. Or you'll always be an outsider. Always be alone. And it isn't one incident. It's so many." She looks back to Basil, silent for the first time in ages.

Mouse holds up a hand to the offer, and shakes her head. "Nah, thanks." And then she stuffs that hand back into her pocket, and moves to continue down the stairs, slipping carefully around Chris's blurred self.

Basil bows his head slightly and recites as if from memory. "I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men." He smiles a little in a sad sort of way, then lifts his head again. "I'm always alone, and I always will be, KL. For everything and what it's worth, I might as well be a coyote instead of a wolf."

The ragabash falls silent as Mouse passes him, watching once again in silence.

"What?" KL asks. "'A stranger in this century'? What the *fuck* are you talking about? And don't try to claim some kind of nobility in being antisocial." She stares at the Gnawer, totally nonplussed.

"Lovecraft," Mouse explains as she reaches the lobby. "He's quoting." Basil gets a faintly exasperated glance, but most of her attention is clearly on the Fury. There's a certain wariness about her, a sense of anticipation.

Basil's smile cracks a little wider when Mouse speaks, either glad to see that someone guessed correctly or just glad to see her. "No, there is no nobility in loneliness. Just loneliness."

KL's attention turns from the Gnawer to the Glasswalker. "Hello," she greets, her tone neutral but not unfriendly. "I'm guessing you must be Mouse-rhya. I caught a glimpse of you that time Cedric fell over. I am KL Cole, Escapes-From-Money, Cliath Ahroun of the Black Furies, packed under Wolverine as part of HAVOC. Oh, and I'm claiming the Eldership of the Black Furies now that Nike, Not-Dead-Yet, has returned to Boston. Though I should say that I haven't spoken to Helen about it yet."

Mouse studies KL for a moment longer, and then nods. "Yeah, I'm Mouse. First-Strike or Gets-the-First-Shot, Theurge, Glass Walker, Metis, Fostern, Walker elder. Nice to meet you officially and all."

As the tensions finally drop somewhat, Chris drops his gift and rises to his feet, dusting off his knees. He strolls down the rest of the steps into the lobby, and gives KL a nod of greeting. "Yo, KL. Thee and me, we need to talk- I think there's a mutual friend of ours who we need to visit."

KL looks at Chris and nods. "Yes, it's well past time. When?" She turns her attention back to Mouse. "You should perhaps know that the Guardians are asking people to keep an eye out for you being on the bawn. With you being banned and all. I should tell you that I am remarkably unobservant sometimes."

"Tell Kevin I said hello when you visit him." Basil half murmurs to the two, still standing there puffing on his smoke when one hand half lodged in his pocket.

There's a thin flicker of temper behind Mouse's eyes at that, and she snorts. "/Assholes/." KL gets another nod. "Thanks, but I'm not planning to violate the ban, even if it is utter fucking bullshit." Her shoulders hunch. "If you're going to the Elder's Moot, however, I wouldn't mind news of what gets decided there. Since, of course, I can't exactly go now."

KL freezes in place, and stares at Mouse. "I can't believe that ban extends or is intended to slight the Glasswalkers by denying their Elder the right to attend the Elder's moot," she says, eventually. "And, also, Elder's moot? When? I should tell Vera-rhya when I've sorted things with Helen."

"As soon as, basically. We've checked out his place, got some details on where the shit is coming from. I'm thinking we gather him up, get what we can out of him and then hit the factory for a looksee before people notice his absence." Chris grunts back to the fury. "I'd suggest we go for the factory /first/ but I'd not want us to risk getting a load of innocents caught up in this." He shrugs, and then looks to his elder. "Bloody Vikings." He states simply. "Great for burning nunneries and singing about Spam. Not so good at the not making of fucktarded decisions." Evidently he's heard what happened.

Mouse looks even more sour. "It's Friday evening. And I can believe it. I could try to check with Vera, but from what I can tell she's staying in lupus on the Bawn. And from what the Get are telling me, she set Viv /in charge/ of the city. And as far as Jamethon goes..." There's a tic in her cheek for a moment, and she takes a deep breath. "He's already stepped all over the Litany and ignored my rights as elder. And if I get going on /that/, I'm not likely to stop soon, so."

"KL, could you please tell me who's in charge of the No-Nose thing, if you know? I was under the impression it was Riot, or at least, someone connected to her." She glances over at Mouse, then nods. "I was going to ask Zeke to get a council of Philodox for Mouse, as instructed. He said he'd only do it alone. Then we fought. Not that it was really... Justified, by me."

"Zeke is being very big on one philodox, one judgement," KL says. "I largely agree with him. I find this whole council thing really odd." She looks back at Mouse. "Assuming Helen doesn't beat me in a challenge, I will raise this. This is wrong, and it should be stopped." She grimaces. "However, I can't challenge Jamethon. Well, I could, but I have better things to do than spend a week healing. And I don't want to be Warder." Finally, back to Chris. "The plan sounds good. We could sneak into his house and wake him up. Might be more willing to talk, then. Especially if I ask nicely."

"Asking nicely is good, KL. Just.. make sure he can still answer afterwards, yeah? We should probably have a woodchipper on standby somewhere, though.." Chris shrugs. "Anyway, all the pieces are in place- I think we're good to go whenever. Could try and hit him before the week is out, if you can fit it in?"

Mouse waves her hand. "I knew Zeke wanted to do it alone. That's fine by me. And as for this fucking ban, yeah, I'm fucking pissed, but what I'm /really/ pissed about isn't the ban at all." She inhales deeply. "Jamethon /stopped/ me from being able to get to /my/ cub. He physically blocked my path, and when I tried to get around him he picked me up and threw me. And he had the fucking nerve to lecture me on how to teach /my/ cubs. While another Get was disciplining my cub. It's when I blew up at him for that, that he banned me."

"Please, be careful KL. It wouldn't be the same around here without your yelling echoing through the mountains and city." Basil tells the Fury in a lower voice. "I assume this is about that haterade thing?

KL eyes Chris. "I grasp the plan, and yes, this week," she says, before looking back to Mouse, and nodding. "That's clearly outside of his duties as a Warder. And, like, what the fuck? as well." She glances at Basil. "Yes." Then back to Mouse. "Which other Get? We need more of them like we need more veil-breaching ronin."

Mouse shakes her head. "Some new guy named Harald. He was just being...you know. /Get/. But Jamethon..." She trails off, and scowls. "I should mention that he was insulting me openly from the instant I showed up. And when I called him on it, he wanted me to challenge him. So I said 'what the fuck', and I did. He wants me to play a chess game with him in the Caern. But when I blew up at him, I told him to forget that challenge. He /ordered/ me to do the challenge anyway. Kaz's convinced me to do it for other reasons, but he sure as fuck has no authority to say people can't drop challenges. The Alpha doesn't have the fucking authority to say that."

"Even though we fight, I love you, KL. Friend and all." Basil lifts his hands, then shrugs. "Sounds like James is really over stepping his bounds more and more every day. Should get a lot of Philodox involved, but if you want just Zeke, Chris should be able to tell him instantly with the pack link."

KL glares at Basil, long and hard, but doesn't say anything, before returning her attention to the Walker elder. "A chess game? Wow. Are you any good at Chess. Is he? I'm only good at chess if I'm allowed to throw the pieces at my opponent. And then claw him to death." She flashes a smile. "What a fucking mess," she sighs. "I'll do what I can. Though that may not be a lot. And I'll make sure Zeke comes to see you."

Mouse snorts. "I don't know about him. I've played now and then. Kaz seems to think I can beat him. I don't know." She pauses. "Thanks, KL. Like I said, it's appreciated."

The Fury Ahroun nods in return. "I think I'd better be off." She casts another glance at Basil. "Before I do something we all regret." She sniffs, then starts to move towards the door. "Oh," she says, turning back to look over her shoulder. "One of our kin, Nadine, may well turn up here. She's looking to talk to Rina about an old mutual friend. Best if I stay clear of that, given...you know. Kavi."

Basil walks over to stand at Mouse's side with a rather neutral expression on his face, lingering near the Metis as if he were a loyal puppy dog slash body guard.

"I'll keep that in mind," Mouse says. "Though, Kavi..." Pause. "Well, you might be surprised. Anyhow. See you, KL."

KL gives a wave, pointedly not looking at Basil, then heads off, out through the doors and into the afternoon bustle on the streets of St. Claire.

Basil turns his head to look up at Mouse once KL is gone. "Can- " He pauses, his eye closing for a moment. "May I accompany you back upstairs? We could... Talk, and I could help you practice your chess playing."

Mouse looks, for a moment, as though she's going to say no, but then she shrugs. "Yeah, sure. I'm not much for talking right now though."

Basil lifts his hands and gestures at Mouse with a small smile, though it's in such a structured and particular way that it's quite obviously not just a random hand sign.

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