Time/Date :It is currently 06:50 Pacific Time on Mon Mar 10 2008.

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

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.09 and steady, and the relative humidity is 93 percent. The dewpoint is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (21% 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.


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.

Zeke is, again, downstairs as morning breaks over the horizon. He's cooking up some oatmeal it seems, stirring occasionally and adding in cinnamon and brown sugar.

"That smells goo... oh. It's oatmeal," KL's voice starts off hopeful but finishes disappointed. "I like cinnamon, though," she adds. "Good morning, Zeke. How are you this..." she peers out of the window. "..rainy morning?"

Zeke turns back to look toward his alpha and gives a faint nod. "I'm just fine this morning, thank you. How are, ... things?" he asks then, far more concerned with her than himself.

KL snorts. "I'm slightly less angry than I was two days ago," she says, pulling herself up onto her favourite cupboard. "Which means I'm only moderately furious and feel only *quite* betrayed, rather than where I was before." She pauses. "You know what happened?"

Zeke clears his throat slightly, "I can speculate that it involves your packmate. But I have not asked for any details from anyone. I wanted to hear them from you first."

"Ah," KL says. "It was an ambush. Silvertip asked the council to vote to kick Cedric out of the Sept. Cedric was unhappy about this. I was unhappy about this." She pauses. "Cedric got a bit annoyed, and challenged Silvertip to a dual to the death. Kaz pointed out that he couldn't set the terms. Cedric said "whatever terms Silvertip wants." Silvertip said "my spear against your klaive". Cedric's klaive - whether it was real or not - was broken, but Cedric felt - and I think he's right - that he couldn't refuse the terms. They fought, Cedric was nearly killed. Silvertip gave him the chance to submit and withdraw his challenge." KL pauses. "He did." And there's the hint that she doesn't entirely approve of this decision. "And then we voted. And everyone voted to kick him out, except me."

Zeke grimaces slightly, his eyes turning down as he takes the pot off the stove. "Under what premise was his expulsion suggested?"

"That he had not paid his chiminage, because it had been burnt down," KL says, bitterly. "And that he was a danger to the Sept." Her eyes are hard at this, a dark, pulsing anger. "And that everything that happened was his *fault*."

Zeke nods his head, "The former is a line of bullshit. The latter is not entirely true," and at this confession, the metis grows noticably uncomfortable. "Perhaps the only thing they may have a foothold on is that he is sometimes dangerous. But that is no reason to put him out where he cannot be watched and helped. The last Fang that they expelled returned far more dangerous than when he was outcast."

"It was him that they blamed Cedric for," KL replies. "They said that since Cedric had fought for Mathias to be allowed in, he was responsible for the action that resulted from him going...to the enemy."

"That makes no sense. That he fought to keep the man around makes him the one responsible for his turn?" The metis sighs heavily, "I am sorry KL. This place is, it is not right."

KL pauses, considering. "You are right, but remember that we are dealing with Garou here. Not saints. This was politics - they wanted Cedric gone from the Sept. I think there was a plan to it, an ambush." She grins. "I wonder why they didn't ask me?"

Zeke looks to her curiously, "Didn't ask you what?"

"Didn't ask me in on the "get rid of Cedric" plan," KL replies, smiling widely at her own "joke". She shrugs. "Anyway, I'm pissed at all of them, but particularly at the Walkers. Which is why I don't want any of them on Fury land for the moment. Or I'll..." she waves her hands in a clawing motion.

There's a timely knock on the door.

Zeke narrows his gaze, "Why the Walkers in particular?" Zeke turns toward the door, "Want me to check that? In case it is a walker?"

"Complicated," KL says, "And yes. If it is, ask them nicely to leave, unless it's urgent." She smiles, though it doesn't spread to her eyes and waves at the door.

Zeke turns to the door and takes in a deep breath as he opens it slightly and looks out, "Hello Lefty-rhya," he says this loud enough to give KL a chance to make any quick decisions.

KL slides off her counter and walks into the main area of the Fury House, at this news. "Hiya," she says, with a wave. "Let her in, Zeke. Unless she's changed tribes recently."

Lefty waits patiently out front, and when Zeke opens the door she offers her friendliest smile. "Hey." The Gnawer peers past Zeke when she hears KL, then she looks back, waiting to be let in. "Hope I haven't caught you all at a bad time."

Zeke swings the door open and shakes his head, "Not entirely." He glances toward KL with a look that suggests he wants to hear the rest, complicated or not. "There is oatmeal just finished cooking if you are hungry?"

"Come in," KL says, to Lefty. "Cedric's upstairs being semi-conscious, but he might wake up at any time, so if you've come to put the boot in - unlikely as that is - please don't. Other than that, have a seat." She waves at one of the chairs, and plops herself down in another one.

Lefty, quite uncharacteristically, shakes her head. "Na, I'm not hungry. Thanks." Indeed, the Gnawer looks a little nervous about something, and her gaze seems to gravitate toward KL. The Fury elder's words bring a look of confusion, though. "Uh, boot? Nnnno. No, that really ain't my style. Or my job. I'll leave that to the Get, Fangs, and Slords. Thanks. Me, I just come to tlak to you for a second, if you're in a good mood."

Zeke glances from KL to Lefty with a look that suggests a careful hand on the rudder.

"I'm pissed as all hell, and likely to remain that way for a fortnight," KL says. "But it's not directed at you, so you're probably safe. Safer than not talking to me, anyway." This is all fairly good-humoured, but there's a tension around her eyes that suggests she's not joking about being angry.

Lefty's not stupid, and she can read the ahroun easily enough. She grunts, her good hand scratching at an itch on her ruined elbow. "Yeah, well. That's what I was afraid of. I had a long chat with Kavi the other day, see. He told me a little bit about the elder moot." She glances quickly at Zeke, but her eyes instantly move back to warily watch the temperamental ahroun. "It's Kavi I wanted to ask you about."

Zeke turns toward KL now, hoping that this might in part answer his own questions.

"Kavi?" KL asks, eyebrows raising. "Well, he's on the shitlist because he's a Walker, and they're all treacherous scum." She pauses. "This week." She looks puzzled. "He seemed better at the Elder Moot. I was worried a couple of times that he was going to run away, and that would have been embarrassing for him." She shrugs. "What about him?"

Lefty listens, keenly studying the Fury elder as she speaks. The Gnawer seems to relax a little--her shoulders falling from their earlier more tense posture. "Yeah. See, that's what I was hoping to hear. He /is/ better. I'm really proud of him for making it through that meeting. I'm sorry you're pissed at the Walkers. With the whole Cedric thing, I can see why you're upset. The way Kavi told it, though, he wasn't sure if it was the Walkers you were mad at him, or /him/ specifically. Given the past, you can understand my concerns if you had something personal against Kavi--something new, I mean. So I just wanted to make sure that wasn't the case."

Zeke looks between the two but remains quiet and casual. He moves then to get his oatmeal and pour himself a bowl, eating it while keeping attentive.

"I'm more pissed at Mouse," KL says. "Not only did she *know* that I would go and argue for her if she was still banned from the bawn, but she had the opportunity to tell me about the plan to get Ced, and she didn't, and then she leaves the moot and puts up the one person in her whole fucking tribe that I *can't* shout at." She shrugs. "No, I have nothing personal against Kavi, though I'm sick of the whole saga, but given he seems to be largely better..."

Lefty lifts her chin. "Ahh. Well, when you put it like that, I can see how that'd piss you off even further. None of it's really Kavi's fault. And, I thank you for not doing anything more than just glaring at him." After another pause, though, in which the Gnawer's eyes remain fixed on the Fury elder, she adds quietly, but purposefully, "He is largely better. But unfortunately, trauma's not something that can be quickly cured or glossed over. It's a long and somewhat tedious process--at least for those on the outside. I would expect a Fury to understand that better anyone. And I know you do. So, thank you. I'll be sure and keep Kavi away from you for a while. I would, though, like to get you two together. At some point. I see you're right though. Right now is not that time."

KL looks away for a second. "Yeah, I do know that. It's just...look...what happened to Kavi was bad. And I would gut the people responsible if they were standing here right now. And I'm glad he's better, and I'm glad Zeke was able to help." She glances at the Philodox, then looks back to the Gnawer. "But, you know as well as I do that very very similar things happen all over the world, all the time. But they happen to women. And I can't escape the nagging sensation that everyone is so horrified by Kavi's experiences because he's a man." Her eyes sparkle with the challenge in this, locked on the Gnawer. "Regardless, I will speak to him. And in a friendly way, not a shouty way." She pauses. "When Luna is next slimmest? That feels like the right sort of time. I'll have forgiven the Walkers by then."

Zeke tightens up then and makes motion to stand up and push his oatmeal aside. "I'm going for a walk."

Lefty seems mildly surprised by KL's words, and she blinks first. "Really?" she asks, regarding the part about Kavi's attention being due to his gender. "Mostly I'm horrified because it was Furies who did it--no matter who they did it to." She shakes her head, suddenly noticing Zeke's departure. She looks between the two Furies and then concludes. "But yes. You /are/ right. Slim moon would be best."

"They *weren't* Furies," KL says, definitely. "Or at least, they wouldn't be any more by the time I'd finished with them." She almost spits the last couple of consonants. "How *dare* they disgrace our tribe like that?" She takes a deep breath. "Anyway, yes, slim moon. Somewhere that isn't here or there? Somewhere neutralish, where neither of us are likely to feel threatened?"

Lefty agrees easily enough. "Yeah. Definitely." Though the Gnawer remains wary of the volatile ahroun, there's a rather noticable glint in her eye that speaks of admiration. She gives KL a small grin. "I wouldn't mind being there if you ever went over to say hello to those girls," she adds with a light chuckle.

Zeke reaches toward the door handle and opens it up without another word. The metis slipping out as the two finish their discussion.

KL hitches up her jean leg, revealing her knife in its sheath. She caresses it, checking it's properly seated, then looks up. "Oh yeah," she says. "Um... you can tell Kavi three things. One, I'm not mad especially with him. Two, if he doesn't want to get glared at, he shouldn't be the only other Cliath at a moot where they're kicking my last remaining packmate out of the sept. And three, I'll bring him a gift. He's your packmate, right?"

Lefty seems even more surprised at this. "Yeah. Yeah, we're packmates," she answers, tone curious.

"What totem? Sorry, I should know, but I've forgotten." KL asks, peering at the Gnawer. She pulls the leg of her jeans back down, covering the concealed blade again.

At this question, the Gnawer's disposition becomes a little dichotomous. There's a hint of uncertainty and even discomfort combined with a fierce pride. "Sphinx," she declares. "We follow Skokiaan, a child of the Sphinx."

"A good totem," KL says, looking dubious. "But a bit tricky to carve into material. Do you know if Kavi has any affinity with anything else? Any other totems or spirits. And please don't say Cockroach, or I'm going to cry."

Lefty laughs. The Gnawer gives the question a great deal of thought. "He's very musically inclined. He has a beautiful voice. But a specific spirit? I'd have to think about it. If I come up with anything, I'll let you know. Ok?"

"OK," KL says. "But I'll improvise if I have to. Hopefully he won't hate it." She grimaces, and then shakes her head. "It'll be cool." She looks at the gnawer. "Can I help you with anything else? Anything you want?"

Lefty offers KL a reassuring grin. "I think you're right. It'll be very cool." The question is answered with a shake of her head. "Na. That was it. I'll get out of your hair and let you deal with the rest of your day. Tahnks for clearing stuff up for me." With that, she waves her hand and moves toward the door.

"Gaia guard you," KL says, standing up as the Gnawer leaves, and giving a wave of her right hand.

Lefty gives a last smile and shuts the door behind her. She takes a deep breath and moves off, specifically looking to see if she can find the young metis Fury.

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