Time/Date :It is currently 07:07 Pacific Time on Wed Mar 5 2008.

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

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is foggy. The temperature is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.41 and rising, and the relative humidity is 96 percent. The dewpoint is 31 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (13% 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.

Looking at Zeke:

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.

Kathryn-Laura(#3278POXc)


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.

It's morning, as it is every day at this hour, and Zeke is cleaning up the dishes. He's got his sleeves rolled up and so his hairless, colorstained arms are plainly visible. A book - "Learning Latin" - sits open beside him and he's studying it between plates.

"Morning, Zeke," comes the chirpy greeting of the overly-morning-alert Fury Ahroun KL, as she walks into the kitchen area. "How are you this morning? It's really foggy out. You can't see the target from fifty yards. It's just like the best time to practice archery ever."

Zeke looks over and has a hard time hiding the concern and questions from his features. "I'm well. And yes I noticed the thick blanket of fog. Once I've finished the dishes, I plan on spending some time outside.

"I had a chat with Basil yesterday," KL says, sitting herself in her favourite position - on the counter. "He is going to apologise to you and to Eleanor. And I didn't have to hit him. Can you tell me if he doesn't, in reasonable time, and if he looks like doing it again?" She pauses. "Oh, and Mouse is likely to bring the Jamethon thing to you officially. Can you go and talk to her whenever you're free?"

Zeke sighs, eyes closing. "You said you were going to talk to him about his grief against Nell. I wasn't supposed to be part of this KL!" he even raises his voice slightly at this.

KL peers at him. "I barely mentioned you. He was the one who kept talking about you." She shakes her head. "But I'm not going to complain if he apologises to you. Are you?"

The metis drops the last plate back into the sink, pulling his hands out and shaking the water from them before taking a towel to his hands and arms. "Perhaps." His sleeves get pulled down and he turns sharply in the direction of the back door.

"What?" KL says, her voice sharp. "Don't walk away from me like that." She slides back down off the counter, and takes a couple of steps, reaching for his arm. "Don't you *dare*."

Zeke is easily stopped by the other, and when he turns around to look at her again his eyes are drawn with anger. "You told him to apologize to me. You went there and stood up for me when I obviously couldn't do it myself. What does that make me look like? A pathetic coward, just as he called me. I am pathetic. I cannot even stand up for what is right because I lack the ability to -do- anything about it. And now he is even more aware of that. It's like the odd boy in school getting rescued by a girl- they should be able to rescue themselves!"

"I fucking well did not," KL spits back. "I went there to deal with his *fucking* attitude problem and his *fucking* misuse of his gifts on a kin." And then KL freezes in place. And stares at Zeke. "Say that again. From "It's like"."

Zeke clenches up and tightens fingers into fists. Her request brings his chin out a little, "If at every corner, I have to rely on someone else to come to my rescue? What's the point. I couldn't do -anything- the other day and instead you show up to strong arm Basil into doing what he should be doing. I can't. It's like the nerdy boy in school continously getting rescued by the girl- just like in the movies."

KL blinks. "What's wrong with a boy being rescued by a girl?" she says, staring at him. "How does it differ from a girl being rescued by a boy." Her voice is quiet. Dangerously, dangerously quiet.

This brings an eye roll to the metis. "How typical." He braces then, "I am suggesting that it doesn't matter who is rescuing the boy, what matters is that he can't rescue himself! And whether or not you and the rest of the tribe choose to believe it or accept it, males are wired to /want/ to be strong, capable, and able to defend their family and friends. When he can't, but someone else steps up to do so? It sucks. Alright?"

The Fury Ahroun stares at Zeke long and hard. "No. It's not alright," she says. "Partly because I didn't do it. I only said anything about him apologising to you *after* he had said it. I only talked about Nell." She stands taller. "You can take care of yourself. But what you've just said is total bullsh..." And before she's finished speaking, with only the minimum amount of warning, her fist is flying towards the face of the metis, with all her weight behind it.

Had she not chosen to speak first, Zeke might have expected the blow. Instead though, there is the loud crack of knuckles to cheek and the metis goes spinning toward the floor. Hands fly out to try and catch the fall before lips meet linoleum, and a sudden heavy silence filters over the room. There's a few quick drops of blood that fall below to the ground but they cease almost instantly.

Normally, when KL is angry, she tends to drop people and then talk to them. KL's not angry in the usual way, today. She steps closer to the fallen metis, and aims a flurry of kicks with her combat boots, targetting his ribcage. All without saying a word.

It's another surprise for the metis, and as soon as the first kick lands he is hurrying to scramble up and away from the assault. "What do you want from me?" he cries out at her with frustrated energy and even as he backpedals, tips his head up and exposes his throat in submission.

"Your surrender is accepted," KL says, coldly, following him, and driving her fist toward the centre of his stomach, her eyes fixed and hard, glaring at his face.

Zeke winces as the fist knocks the wind out of him and he near doubles over from the blow. A hand comes up then, palm out and missing digits evident as he tries to use it as a means to keep another fist from coming toward him. "S-stop it!" he entones with a shaking voice.

KL avoids the problem of having her fist blocked by Zeke's hand by the simple expedient of rocking back and kicking at him, a sharp kick with no backlift, aimed at his shin. Whether or not that lands, her next action will be to try to grab the back of his head and force him to the floor. She remains silent, her face an expressionless mask.

Zeke's face falls into a sharp grimace, and the kick lands with another sick crack as his leg is kicked out from under him. It makes it easy for the Fury Ahroun to get hold of him by the back of the head, his hat slipping off from the grab, and drop him to the floor. He's panting now, chest rising and falling from the effort, and his eyes close.

KL follows the Metis to the floor, kneeling on his back, using her weight - such as it is, in an attempt to hold him down. Her hands search for one of his arms, intending to grab it.

Zeke grunts as the pin comes in, and his left arm is quite easily grabbed from this position. His face remains pressed to the floor, teeth grinding, eyes flinching closed and body otherwise still now.

The Fury Ahroun grips Zeke's wrist, then rolls her body off, twisting at the same time, dropping her entire weight off his back and onto his arm - the obvious intent being to break it.

The cry that goes up is only rivaled by the horrific sound of bone snapping. Not only is the arm most definitely broken, but there's a painful wince as the metis tries to move his torso to allow arms, that by Gaia's curse do not normally allow such range of motion, to keep from forcing another round of pain through the metis. His face is white now and he's struggling for his breath.

And then the Ahroun releases her hold. Which is probably painful in its own right, but at least she isn't breaking it any further. She rolls clear of the metis, then crouches down beside him. "I love you, Zeke," she says. "But you can't say shit like that. Or believe it." A pause. "I didn't defend you to Basil. I was only interested in Eleanor. It's good to want to be strong. It's good to want to protect people. But don't pretend that being male gives you a special priviledged right to do that. And don't tell me that it's men's job to protect women."

Zeke remains on the floor, moving only enough to breath and keep from shifting into a position that would end up less comfortable. There's a tautness to his jawline and his eyes clench shut as she speaks.

KL pulls herself back up onto the counter, and looks at the prostrate Philodox. "You can shift and heal, you know," she says, eventually. "And then we can start today again."

Zeke takes another moment and slowly pulls himself up into a kneeled position on his heels. The arm that was not broken reaches over to take hold of the misaligned bones and hold them against his chest in what seems the most likely position of correctness. He stands up without shifting as the bone resets and the swelling starts to go down before their very eyes. Then he reaches to bend down and pick up his hat, tugging it onto his head and pulling it low over his ears.

"Oh!" KL says. "See, I forget that you're a metis sometimes. So used to not healing in homid." Her manner is as if what has just happened is absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, just a run of the mill occurrence. And not like, a vicious and planned assault.

Zeke takes a deep breath and turns back to the sink, drawing his sleeves up again and dropping hands into the water. The little smear of blood on his upper lip remains as he obviously has no idea it is there. He is though, completely quiet in his task.

"I mentioned that I met Mouse, right?" KL says. "She was nicer than I was expecting, given that I'd just been yelling at Basil in the middle of her house - and the first time I saw her, I left a bleeding and unconcious Cedric behind me." The Ahroun shrugs. "You still have blood on your lip, by the way."

"Mouse has her hands full," he mentions very calmly. His finger, sudsy from the task of washing dishes, comes up to wipe at his lip. Then, just as methodically, he goes back to the task at hand. "She is though, a caring and thoughtful Garou."

KL nods. "I can't believe that she's not allowed to go to the Elder's moot, because she's banned from the bawn. That's so insulting to the Glasswalkers. I mean, they may not be my favourite other tribe, but they're still another tribe, deserving of respect and deserving to have their elder at the moot."

Zeke gives a nod, "There were errors on both sides of the debate. Personally, I think Jamethon overstepped his bounds and that he made an erroneous judgement in his decision."

"Oh, for sure," the Ahroun says. "I mean, from the account Mouse gave me, she was seriously disrespectful and objectionable. And probably was rude as well. I know you'll go and talk to Jamethon as well, assuming you do get officially involved. I just hope he doesn't drop back on "I'm the Warder, challenge me if you disagree with my decisions", because that's so awkward."

Zeke nods his head, "I should hope that he can be reasonable given the involvement of a half moon. If not, that brings to light that we should question what powers he does have. A Warder looks for trouble on the bawn and keeps an eye on the safety of our caern. It is not his territory to make demands on, lest it is a question of security involved. Certainly, Mouse's presence was not a risk to the caern or the cubs kept on the bawn."

KL stares at him for a few moments. "Did you really just use the word "lest" in a normal conversation?" she asks. "Wow. Is that like latin or something?" There's a fake street sound to this, as the Ahroun puts on an accent.

"It's not Latin," he replies to her very neutrally. A sigh follows and he puts the last of the dishes into the drying rack. "I should see Mouse then, since you've advised that she does want to bring it to my hands. Is there anything else you need of me at the moment?"

"No, Ezekiel," KL replies, finally responding to the curt tone of the Philodox. "I too have business to attend to," she says, sliding down again. "Gaia guard you."

Zeke catches the use of his full name and lowers his head a little more, nodding. "I'll see you around KL." He moves to get his sweatshirt and flips it on over his head as he walks out the door.


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