Time/Date : It is currently 21:43 Pacific Time on Thu Mar 6 2008.

Place : Greek House: Courtyard(#2280RJh)

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Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (1% full).

Greek House: Courtyard(#2280RJh)

A walled-in Greco-Roman courtyard exists here in the clearing behind the house. One section of the columned wall has fallen and vines clamber skywards up and around the sides of other columns. The courtyard is more or less open, in a sense, the columns created more of a border than an actual wall. There are four actual arched gateways that provide entrance into the courtyard, one at each principal direction. Near the house, on the northern side, there is a small fountain that adds the soothing sound of water to a calm, almost serene atmosphere. The pond around the fountain contains a few waterplants along and a handful of orange-gold koi fish swim lazily about. Diagonally across from that, on the western side, is a statue of the "Winged Victory of Samothrace", more popularly known as the "Headless Nike." Three archery targets, set up at the far southern end of the courtyard, seem in need of some repair and attention.


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.

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.

Late at night, very late at night. Light spills from the Fury house into the courtyard at the rear. The columns cast long shadows, like stripes across the ground. The sound of Mel and Anji watching videos is just about audible from within the house. KL, the new Fury Elder, is sitting on the floor, leaning up against a column. By her side is a four-pack of beer, one of the cans detached and opened, and hanging loosely between the fingers of her right hand.

Zeke's just returning from his time out at the caern, and having shifted before it'd become veil risky, he approaches in homid. It's not hard for him to spot the Ahroun and so he takes a deep breath and pauses in his approach. "May I join you?"

"Of course, Zeke," KL replies, barely looking up. Her hair is untied from it's currently-usual plait, and is dropping loosely around her face. She peeks out from behind it, attempting to gauge his mood. Her body language is very subdued, and her movements lack their usual sharpness and energy. "It's at times like this I wish I smoked."

Zeke nods. "Mouse taught me to smoke. Well she taught me a rite that is used while smoking. Do you know any rites? I would be glad to teach it to you if you'd like." He moves toward his elder and slowly drops down to sit beside her. "I should apologize KL. I'm not quite sure where my mind is lately. Things have changed so much since I came here."

KL nods, slowly. "It'd be bad for the baby too." She takes a deep breath. "I should apologise as well. I say stuff that I don't really mean, just to get a rise out of you, sometimes." She takes a sip of her - almost empty - beer can. "I'll try and stop doing it." She looks concernedly at the Philodox. "What do you think the problem is?"

Zeke seems somewhat surprised by that confession and it turns his gaze down to the ground where he fusses with his shoe laces. "Well, initially, it is that I came from a traditional sept where I was well tolerated because I was quiet and did only what I was instructed to do. It was like taking a horse kept barnlocked for years, and turning him free to the valley. I knew that I wanted to run, but I didn't know how to run on my own."

The Fury Ahroun nods. She detaches another beer can from the set and offers it to Zeke. "I don't know if you do or don't," she says. "And peeing in the street is distinctly optional. Keep going." With her other hand, she drains hers.

Zeke looks to the beer can and takes it if only for sake of comraderie. "Won't get buzzed from it, but thank you." He cracks the tab open and takes a sip, grimacing a little. "So I get here, and this Sept is so different. There are some very liberal garou and then, some others more akin to what I was used to. Like Nike. Or Vera. But I was encouraged to break out of the mold that told me I was a metis and should keep quiet unless spoken to. I was told to speak up and speak out, to live and love." Another two sips follow, "Which, I did. And it ended very badly. Truthfully KL, there are things that Roxanne told me that still float hauntingly in my mind. Things I know I should shake free, but I cannot... doubts."

KL grimaces, and pops another can open. "What things? And... the consequence of any action can always be negative. If I didn't want to risk anything, I could stay in bed all day. The same is true of you. Before, you weren't risking anything. But you weren't getting any reward either." She shakes her head. "Beer makes me garrulous, and I fall over a lot. But the point still stands. You're welcome to go back to being a good little metis if you want. Or you can continue to try and live. Up to you." She shrugs. "But what did Roxanne say that still worries you?"

Zeke sighs, "That is just the thing KL. It is not so easy for a metis, and this is not as Nike would have said, me trying to pity myself. It's a truth, I have to work three times as hard to get half as noticed. What's worse is that I am a Fury, and what I am, besides metis, is like this negative mark in their books. Being quiet and submissive left me with less troubles, but I find I can't really be that garou anymore." He fidgets with the beer can. "The things she told me, about how unfairly I am treated, and unappreciated. For Garou, metis are blemishes. They are like an infection of acne that one must sometimes deal with, but they'd rather scrub off their face. She said that it was wrong, that not all thought that way. I know who she refers to, but that's just it. How can our enemies give metis a better chance than we do, when /we/ are the good guys?"

"They don't," KL says. "Or rather, perhaps they do. But they don't really care how many Garou they lose, especially the metis. Sure, they get to die gloriously, leading from the front. Well, possibly gloriously, depending on your point of view." She peers at the metis. "Is equality worth so much to you that you would even consider insanity, depravity and just plain evil, as worth the price? I doubt it." She shrugs. "You're right. Metis do get a raw deal, in the main. You have the misfortune both to be that, and to be male, in our tribe. Great. I can't reach high shelves. Not quite the same, but not something that can be changed. Even the tribes that claim to treat Metis really well...don't. Not really."

Zeke nods his head, "Right, and no, I don't think I would sacrifice all that for equality. I just find that not having it frustrates me more and more. You will say things that rile me and I can do nothing to stand up against it." He shakes his head, "And then I reflect on the argument that we're a reminder of a sin. Not all metis are born from the intent to disobey Gaia. I wasn't." He looks toward KL, "Sometimes I worry that my doubts are not so much from Roxanne's work, but from something that lies inside me."

"That's not why metis are treated badly," KL says. "I think, anyway. It's not that they're a reminder of a sin. That's just a bullshit justification." She brushes her hair back from her face, takes another mouthful of beer. "It's that they're a reminder of temptation."

Zeke shrugs a shoulder up, unsure. "I don't want to fight with you about everything KL. I know you care about me as your tribemate. I just cannot figure out the balance between proper metis, and proper Fury. I should be fierce and courageous and willing to stand up for things, and yet those very qualities will earn me the anger of my tribe if I stand up for things that are unique to my beliefs, ... and those simply because I am male."

"I was reading something a while back," KL says, studying her beer can. "It was about a child coming home from school, having drawn a picture of his mommy doing the housework. There was only one problem. His mommy didn't do the housework. His daddy did. And always had. But the child insisted that mommy did the housework." She pauses. "I don't think there are any specifically "male" attitudes. And even growing up in a Fury sept, as a metis, you still pick up some of the old attitudes. Because they're everywhere. I've got loads of them myself. I still respond better to male authority than to female. *Me*." A shrug. "Part of the thing about standing up is you get slapped down." She looks carefully at him. "And you need to remember that this is my tribe now. Unless you fancy challenging. So, it's my job to slap you down when I think you're wrong. And it's your job to stand back up again. And keep telling me what a bitch I am."

Zeke glances at KL and shakes his head, "I'm not sure I can do that. I have such little confidence as is KL. When you knock me down, I will stay down rather than risk such correction again."

"Hmm," KL says, biting her bottom lip. "I guess we have to find some other way to do it, then. Because I'm not going to allow you to make offensive and wrong statements without challenging them. But I also don't want you to stop saying what you think." She looks at him. "So, how should I correct you?"

"How are you so certain they are wrong?" he asks, very calmly.

The Fury Ahroun grins at him. "Oh, sometimes I'm not," she says. "But I get the benefit of the doubt. Until you beat me in a challenge. Then *you* get to be right, and *I* get to be slapped down." She pauses. "I do, like, listen. Even when you're wrong. I'm not the fastest at thinking things through, and it usually takes me a couple of days, though."

Zeke gives a faint nod, "I'm glad to be patient then. And, I've realized I could have explained my point of view better on something, if you don't mind me trying again?"

"Go for it," KL says, tipping her can back and taking a big drag. "I promise not to break any of your bones, or hit you. You get this one for free." She smiles, and then goes into "paying rapt attention" mode. There is the *slight* possibility that the Fury Ahroun is not entirely sober.

Zeke nods his head, grimacing a little at the cheerful promise. "When I was angry at you for the discussion with Basil? I could have better relayed my reasons as follows. Imagine if everytime someone did something that offended you, someone else had to step up and handle it because you were incapable? I could have just as effectively said 'Some garou must come to my rescue' instead of some girl. That... I believe came from something Basil told me. About my suddenly posturing because a girl was around. Which I wasn't. At least, I don't think I was."

"Maybe you were a bit," KL says. "It's OK to do that. I do it all the time when someone I fancy is around. Just look at how I behave when M...um...when Alexander is nearby." She smiles. "Yeah, I worked that out about 3pm yesterday. I'll repeat to you what I didn't explain very well then. I was only interested in Basil's misbehaviour towards Nell, and only really because it was symptomatic of his whole attitude to women. When I told him I was pregnant, for example, he said "Great, it will make your tits larger"." She pauses. "Basil kept talking about you, and he said he would apologise to you, and then right at the end, when I was really angry, I said something along the lines of "You *will* apologise to Zeke and you will apologise on your knees to Eleanor". Which I probably shouldn't have done, but it seemed to flow quite well at the time." A beat. "There were probably some swearwords. But I wasn't there to defend you - you can do that for yourself."

Zeke gives a nod, "Yeah, he is like two different men sometimes. He's not grounded." A sigh follows, "Just keep in mind that you being you, your suggestions to others regarding me are easily seen as my not being able to stand on my own. You're stronger than me KL, more fierce, more respected. Your voice carries weight on these things."

"I know," KL says. "On the other hand, I want people to know that if they fuck with you, they'll get the full weight of the Furies landing on them with a sickening crack. That we support you." Her brow furrows. "How do we square this circle?"

Zeke looks to her and gives it a momentary thought. "For starters, as elder, it is your task to ensure your tribemates are fully capable of handling themselves, regardless of their limitations. So, I suggest you come up with a fighting style that you can teach me that will allow me to function better despite my handicaps. As for making sure the others know the tribe supports me, do so when these things come up and we are both there to stand together. If something happens to me on my own, then give me the chance to deal with it before we have Artemis' fury unleashed on the poor soul?"

"Boring," KL decides. "But probably right. And definitely on the fighting style thing." She lifts her head. "Have you thought about using a weapon?" she asks. "And remember, I wasn't backing you up. That wasn't the point. But yeah. And you can always ask, if something's got beyond what you *can* cope with. Right?"

Zeke nods to her, "I think that'd work well. And if you help me overcome my limits, then it should be less often that you need to step in anyway. I have learned that I cannot fight Ahroun with words, it only pisses them off more." Here he grins widely, and then finishes off his beer. "What kind of weapon?"

"I don't know. It's a question of personal choice." KL scrabbles in a pocket and pulls out a sheet of paper. "I want one of these. Have done for ages." She hands it over - it's a picture of a double-headed axe, a labrys. "But, as you know, I carry a knife all the time. Something like that. I'll help you with everything but guns."

Zeke nods his head, "I'd like to be able to better handle garou conflict. I can handle general thugs well enough. But garou, those whom I need to earn the respect of the most?" He shakes his head.

"It's not necessary to win, though," KL says. "I respect people who fight with spirit. Even if I end up pounding their head into the floor repeatedly." She shrugs. "I respect you, you know."

Zeke looks to her, "You do?" It seems to come as a surprise. "I know you care about me as your brother, but, I did not think I warranted your respect."

KL blinks. "I might think you're totally wrong about some things, but I respect you. I know you struggle with things. I know how hard stuff is for you. And I know how you try, how good your heart is." She smiles. "That's worthy of respect, if nothing else." A pause. "And you're my brother, too. My *younger* brother." She flashes a slightly impish grin at him. "And I want you to be happy."

Zeke grins a little more at this, nodding. "You're a good Garou KL. A good Fury. I'm proud to follow you." He glances to the house and sighs, "I think I should give you girls some room tonight. You can stay with Anji and I'll head to the safehouse or stay on the bawn."

"You sure?" KL asks. "I never want you to feel that you're unwelcome. That this house is not your home." She seems very insistent on that. "Besides, having you around prevents me from doing stupid things."

Zeke shakes his head, "I've always cared for Anji. Perhaps more than I should. I don't think it would be wise to be there while she is so angry."

KL nods. "Well, hopefully she'll calm down. I understand why she's so upset, though." A pause, and then a curious lean towards Zeke. "Am I actually that butch?"

Zeke lifts a shoulder up and laughs, "How am I to know what is butch? The whole tribe is butch to me."

"Ah, yes, good point," KL says, with a grin. She shifts in her seat. "I should probably go and say Hi, and sorry, and then grab some sleep or something," she says.

Zeke nods his head, "Thank you KL. I think we'll be fine and figure out how to make things work. I'll come back in the morning."

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