Time/Date :It is currently 06:56 Pacific Time on Tue Mar 4 2008.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly cloudy. The temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.27 and rising, and the relative humidity is 82 percent. The dewpoint is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (19% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
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 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 currently dressed in a pair of blue denim dungarees - apparently, from the flashes of bare skin beneath, over nothing else. The fabric is flecked with paint marks, some of which appear to come from enthusiastic hand-wiping. On her feet are a pair of battered combat boots.
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.
The sleepy metis climbs up from the basement, running a hand over his face and trying to stir life back into his veins. Smelling the paint brings a frown to his features, "Too early for painting."
"Early mornings are the best time," KL responds, without looking up. "Nobody puts their hands on things. Aside from that, I get bored in bed. Want to be doing something. And, lacking better options, this is what I'm doing. How are you? I have a couple of pieces of news. Firstly, Alesia is cool with me being Elder. Secondly, if you don't already know, Mouse is banned from the bawn. I've been told to tell people that if you see her on it, you should howl for a Guardian. Personally, I can be remarkably oblivious sometimes. Thirdly, have you met Nadine? Fourthly, I need to talk to you about Reggie's kin. Fifthly, this being Elder is quite busying. What have you got for me?"
Zeke looks up and frowns somewhat. "Mouse's banning is bullshit," he blinks then, realizing he's spoken crassly, "Sorry. I just mean that if anything Jamethon is in effect, taking an action that could be seen as violating the caern by denying one of its warriors access to it. For no good reason other than they've argued and disagreed." He pauses, "Who is Nadine?"
KL lifts her head and flashes a grin at Zeke. "Don't suggest bad things about Jamethon to Alesia," she warns. "She likes him rather a lot." A pause. "Nadine is one of our kin. She has been here a couple of times, but ran into Nike on a bad day. She helps at a Women's Shelter down in Kent Crossing. She's nice, and she remembers the Furies that came before us here."
"Oh yes, Nadine. She has the young daughter that is bred true. I have met her. She is kind. And what I suggest about Jamethon is neither good nor bad, but opinion based on facts presented. Anyway, what is it about Reggie's kin?" This topic makes Zeke go a little more stiff.
KL sets down her paintpot and brush carefully, and turns to face Zeke. "Reggie has a female kin, who was kidnapped and tortured by the Spirals." This is perfectly flat. "She is still troubled by it. More than troubled. It is ruining her life. She will not go out, will barely eat. Reggie does not know what to do. Even if our tribe had had no involvement in the events that lead to this, Pegasus requires that we assist." A pause. "You are the person most able to help, though I would understand if you felt unable to."
Zeke looks up at his elder now with a troubled face, turning away a moment later. "I will help." His shoulders are taut with tension now, and he's nearly motionless as he stands there.
"Thank you," KL says, some of the tension running out of her. "I said we would, but I was not really sure what I would do if you said no." She moves away from the mantel and towards the kitchen. "Breakfast? How's Nell?"
Zeke gives a faint shrug and a shake of his head. "I had trouble with Basil yesterday when I went to see her. I hit him. Though, not well enough apparently. KL... you must make sure Reggie would even want my help in this. He blames me."
The smile on KL's face turns very nasty. "Oh, well, let me worry about that one," she says. And then pauses. "Zeke, I think you *do* bear some responsibility for what happened. No, I think you *did*. I understand why and how what happened happened, and I don't think it would happen again. And you've had your punishment. So this is extra." She shakes her head. "Just like when I screwed up, it wasn't entirely my fault - there were more senior Furies who should have taken the blame for some of it - it was still my responsibility." She stops. "Enough of this. What did Basil say? And how's he doing with his challenge?"
Zeke drops his gaze again and lifts a shoulder, "I'll let you handle things with Reggie regarding his kin, but know that whatever must be done, I will do gladly." A breath and a pause, "Basil has withdrawn his challenge. As for what he said, Basil was being Basil. I've already explained the matter to Kaz."
"He has?" KL puts her head on one side, eyes glinting with suppressed happiness. "Good. He would have got himself killed if he'd have tried it. Yi didn't do him any favours." She straightens up and fixes Zeke carefully. "Is there any reason why I should need to be involved in Basil's behaviour?" She pauses. "I should explain. I'm really concerned about some of his attitudes, particularly towards women. I mean, it's right on the edge of me doing something about it."
Zeke looks up and sighs, "Taking fists to him will not change anything, it will only make him harder. He's a soul walking on the edge of a darkened path and followed by storm clouds. I just wish I could have stood up for myself, and Nell, more. I hate being weak like that."
"You aren't weak," KL says. "And there are more forms of strength than just fists." She pauses. "You're right about him being on the edge. There are two Basils, one who is good-hearted, if a bit obnoxious occasionally. And the other one, who can't find where limits are, who is supercilious and dangerous and objectionable. If there is a Garou who is going to fall in the Sept at the moment, it's Basil. Oh, and he's got a serious issue with women too."
Zeke nods to KL, "He certainly doesn't treat them with the respect I'd like them treated. He's rude, crass."
KL plonks herself down in a seat, a dour look on her face. "So, how did he react to you hitting him? And what else happened? I might talk to Kaz about it, if I get the chance. As part of a more general talk, I mean - I know you've already mentioned it."
"He kept making statements about my changing just because there was... a girl around that I might be trying to impress. That wasn't the case at all KL. I made the decision to stand on certain ground weeks ago and all I did was explain this to him. He was instigating me, and when his comments turned to such that I thought they were offensive to Nell, who is fifteen and completely new to garou life, I hit him. He called it pathetic and made more comments, to which then I decided the best course was to leave and take Nell away from him. When he continued on his tangent, Nell herself found it suitable to take knee to his groin, though he stopped her by using the full moons gift of a felling touch. Which, for that matter, completely rattled the poor girl."
KL follows this closely, paying attention. When Zeke mentions Nell kneeing Basil in the groin, she smiles. "Go girl." Then, as the use of the Falling touch is detailed, she freezes in place. "He...did...what?" she asks, eyes dangerously wide.
"In order to defend himself from her kick, he turned and felled her with a touch. She scrambled, I shoved him away from her, and I took her from the place. I explained what happened, and tried to tell her that while it might seem the most brilliant idea at the time, that we should try to avoid lashing out at Garou physically. Basil said that had it been you or another she did that too, we'd both be dead." A deep scowl echoes over his features, "He is not only an idiot that has planted unneeded fear into the heart of a newly found kin, but he's wrong. You have far more control than that, as do nearly all the garou."
"You fucking bet your life I fucking well do," KL says, standing up. "So, just so I get this absolutely straight. Nell is fifteen years old. Has almost no martial training at all. No rage. Kinfolk. And he thought it was appropriate to use one of Gaia's gifts on her? Did she have a knife? A gun?" She's firing words out, rapidly, her cheeks colouring.
Zeke shakes her head, "No, she was getting angry at how he was speaking to me, about myself and her, and any other number of things. Just as we were leaving, he spat out his final jab, commenting that I turned into a little bitch as soon as some pussy I could actually take a swing at showed up. That's when Nell turned and charged him for a shot to the groin. No weapons, no anything. You've met her KL, you can guess how threatening that would have been."
"I am going to rip his fucking balls off, and shove them down his fucking throat. And then I'm going to cut his fucking tongue out and pin it to the fucking wall," KL says, spitting with the venom coarsing through her veins. "Not only has he fucking well abused his gifts, he's referred to a woman standing right in fucking front of him in misogynistic fucking terms. I am going to hurt him so fucking badly that he will never ever even fucking consider it again."
Zeke looks toward her with an unusual glint in his eyes, quick to hide the growing smirk that was inching upwards to his face. Then, in a voice cool and calm, he nods, "He needs to learn some manners, Gnawer or not. I mean, Kaz is not like that, nor is Lefty. He's no respect for anyone or anything, then he should not be granted any himself."
KL comes down from the white-hot anger. "Yes," she says, curtly, and then hitches a dungaree-leg up, revealing the knife-sheath on her leg, and takes out the knife within. She moves over to the kitchen cupboards, opens a drawer and draws out the sharpening steel, usually used for vegetable knives and similar. She leans back against the counter, and draws the knife along the steel, a harsh rasp echoing through the house. "So," she says, in a pleasant enough voice. "Anything else going on?"
Zeke eyes the knife and glances at her curiously. "Nothing that I am aware of. KL?" he asks then, voice gently urging her attention. "You should perhaps, make your case against Basil... well I mean you should approach with the proper channels. As of now, Nell is unclaimed, as is her sister so we have little to stand on." He pauses, "You're elder now. We must remain tactful. In some regard."
The Fury Ahroun raises an eyebrow, then slides off the counter, turns away from Zeke and shifts the back of her dungaree outfit to one side, displaying the winged horse tattooed on her shoulderblade. Then she turns back to face him. "Understood?"
Zeke nods briefly, glancing away and zipping his lips shut.
KL gives a little nod, and blade rasps against steel again. "Good," the Ahroun says. "Now. Is there anything you need from the town while I'm in there?" She pauses, and then flashes a smile. "Oh, and Zeke, while I'm reminding you about Pegasus - can you have a think and see if you can come up with anything you can usefully do in that sort of direction? I know it's difficult for you to be too closely involved with humans, but see if there isn't something you can think of. Maybe go and talk to Nadine - she might have some ideas."
Zeke narrows his eyes a little more. "I can easily work among humans. My deformities are kept hidden as well as an Ahroun's rage. And even were they found, there are excuses to cover them. What do you want me to do in the city?"
The Ahroun grins. "I don't want you do anything specific. I want everyone to find something useful to do that can help our mission from Pegasus. As well as hitting things, when necessary, I'm going to learn to make jam and cakes. Or something. That can be sold to raise money for shelters." She shrugs. "Because I really can't go there and help out. It doesn't matter what it is. Melodie helps out with a creche at a shelter. Nadine is a nurse. I'll be talking to the others. I want people to do something - it can be literally everything. Not just because it's what we're supposed to do, but because it's a way for us to find out what's going on."
Zeke thinks about it, "I'll volunteer at St. Uriels. I should be easily accepted given their ideals, and will have access to meeting and learning about those who struggle spiritually."
KL's eyes narrow. "OK," she says. "But... the christian church hasn't exactly had the most harmonious relationship with regards to women. I mean, depending on what flavour, I'm an abomination and a sinner. As is Melodie and Anji. Just... be careful."
"Then it opens a door for us, doesn't it?" Zeke gives a nod and lets out a heavy breath, "Do you need anything else then? I should get ready to start the day.
"I'm done," KL says, still sharpening her knife. "I'll let you know how my discussion with Basil goes." She grins wolfishly. "I probably won't kill him."
Zeke gives a nod, turning gaze away a second time. "Very well KL. I'll be back by dinner if you have need of me for anything."
"Gaia guard you," KL responds. And as Zeke moves away, the rasp of knife on steel continues, a threatening rhythmic pattern.